French Montana - It Was A Good Year lyrics

*Coke Boy Baby* [Hook: Curren$y] Every day get paid, straight hustle Club full of bad b**hes, want all of em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Triple double, triple double, triple double Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double [Verse 1: French Montana] Highed up, thinking bout the best move next Like f** jet blue, I need a blue jet Never underestimate the underdog greed Best thing came up out the north east Came up, what a hell of a man 4-4, long nose, call me elephant man Drag the n***a from the bottom of the bottom, homie I could tell From crabs in the bucket to the lobster tail Back in my living room shack, work flipped in back n***a trippin the set, I gotta lick here Now a n***a show is by the brick here Like f** a good day, this a good year [Hook] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Today was a good day, great day Yeah, it was a pay day So make way for motherf**ers only bout that grade-A Making money now, what the f** you talkin bout When these b**hes start trippin we just lock em out Gotta bounce, and that's a regular day For that independent rap sh**, I'm paving the way They hatin the way that I'm bathing in Ape Plus I'm coming for your neck, better make your escape I came in sh**tin, wood grain grippin b**hes on that Cobain, c**aine sniffin But they just on a quest to be some rock stars We party hard and we duckin from them cop cars This Mac Miller, Montana Smoking blunts, bad b**hes on camera Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands You don't gotta love the music, but respect the man [Hook] [Verse 3: Curren$y] Get me on the court and I'm Troubling the exotic sports car, no top Something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it They don't make this for novice, they make these for pilots On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel Hater tryna throw mud, it's love I came out standing steel What's really real when these b**hes behaving Like nimphos, all s** crazy My home girl Molly came got it poppin I'm just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket Like that high karate - She won't kick it, sit by me Come over to the crib, get hit by me Woke her up and told er get that money to them lames You were sent by me, it's jet life over here partner And plus nobody I know got popped in New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes Avoid potholes on these streets, Andretti [Hook]