Nasty C - Allow lyrics

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Nasty C - Allow lyrics

[Intro – French Montana] Montana You know what it is when you hear that, haan Ey! ey! ey! [Verse 1 – Nasty C] My standards are hella stone My safe is a treasure zone My wagon full of yellow Bones I’m about to go Hefner on em, If she take a shot we Gon miss em Hol’up Calling shots like I’m missing donor Snake n****s talk a lotta s**t, and I said I know when I hear a hissing cobra I know I don’t wanna see a rat I go on em when I see the racks Pick up the commas like I can’t read a cheque Send it home and tell em Christmas is back It’s a new scene on the map Calling me out to me is a prank Calling me out to me is a trap Calling me out, imma call you back [Hook/Chorus – Nasty C] (x2) Young n***a put in the grind I shine, I shine I take your girl from the crowd She down she down They tryna come to the house Allow Allow She take the D then she bounce She bounce she bounce [Verse 2 – Nasty C] I was cooking up till dawn Now the diamonds dancing tryna charm me These b*****s used to never want me Now they pop they ankles how they falling [Verse 3 – French Montana] I was on the block till the morning Sipping that sprite till the morning I let that hop in the foreign Chain iced to the arm Talking John Wall Still run with a wa Talking Paul Walker Balling like Paul George [Verse 4 – Nasty C] Talking George Foreman Yeah that’s the grill talk The Jewellery add up to a mill talk Put it on and tell me how it feel talk Yeah Yeah B***h I’m young and I’m wilding Yeah my plug is my partner He say where is we flying I said f**k it I haven’t decided I get high and i hop in the drop [Bridge – French Montana] Dropping the top, getting the wop Said magic city said said getting the money [Hook/Chorus – Nasty C] (x2) Young n***a put in the grind I shine, I shine I take your girl from the crowd She down she down They tryna come to the house Allow Allow She take the D then she bounce She bounce she bounce [Verse 5 – Nasty C] I’m made the money, I made a difference I made em talk, I made em listen I made em wish and switch sides Made these motherf**ers hate the bands Made em call me lucky like I didn’t force myself to stay up Working Rappers smoking, drinking yeah