French Montana - Off The Rip (Remix) lyrics

[Chinx Drugz (French Montana):] Oh me, oh my my (Haan!) Gon 'need more quinine (Montana!) Oh me, oh my my (Haan! Off the rip) Gon' need more quinine (Aye aye aye) [French Montana:] I'ma ride with my dog off the rip Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip Dope boy back, popping tags off the rip, n***a off the rip Started from the block, dirty money off the rip Cut a shark fin, talking money off the rip Walk up in the dealer, a hundred fifty off the rip My dog came home, buck fifty off the rip Haan! [Chinx Drugz (French Montana):] Oh me, oh my my Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip) Oh me, oh my my Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip) Forty knock his head off (off the rip) Drop top V, n***as sped off (off the rip) [French Montana:] Rarri looking good on a strip Talking a hundred mill as I mothaf**ing grip Johnny Hanco*k, ten milli off the rip Shawty bought her friends off the rip b**h bust it open, eating p**y off the rip Westside, getting blood money with a crip My dog getting out, money orders off the rip, boy Spend a car note on my fit, boy Manute Bol hanging off my clip, boy n***as running like a skit, boy I'll push you on my skit, boy On my wrist is a brick, boy Built the empire brick by brick, boy Coke Boys off the rip, boy [Chinx Drugz (French Montana):] Oh me, oh my my Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip) Oh me, oh my my Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip) Forty knock his head off (off the rip) Drop top V, n***as sped off (off the rip) [Chinx Drugz:] Coke Boys get the bloody money, dirty cash Live n***as who smoke weed, car seat stashed You monkey walk, I'm hunchbacked, speak quiet Talking 'bout mi casa, scared to d**h when I pop up [Lil Wayne:] Got my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up Price on ya head, where do I get rung up I be with scumbags, all about that humbug While n***as saving hoes, like dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Choke yo a** with nunchucks, trunk full of blum-blums Young Money; young guns, heroes, unsung Give that b**h pompoms Touchdown my n***a Sittin on my money - a junk pile my n***a Don't you come round my n***as Don't come round my n***a We ballin, never committin dumb fouls my n***a We been hustlin, since Mike Tyson punch out my n***a Feds listenin; OK, that's enough bout my n***as Yeah sippin on a lil sum sum'n, mind your business Got these hoes waiting while I'm doin calisthenics And she give me head while her lips move a mile a minute And the b**h you kissin on just came out the clinic I ain't lyin, n***a I ain't finished Smoking on that good weed, what's that scent? Not a penny Montana, Corleone, Capone, Gotti, Nitti I can't show 'em how I do it, only how I did it Lil Tunechi