The Maven Boys - I Be Puttin' On lyrics

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The Maven Boys - I Be Puttin' On lyrics

[Hook: Roscoe Dash] We popping bottles of the pink sh**, take 'em to the dome We ain't ever on that weak sh**, all we blow is strong Every day we party til early in the morn Put that sh** on Instagram so they know I'm putting on I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on [Verse 1: Wale] I know you see me with your looking a** What the f** you looking at? This is MMG and we don't speak to all you f**ing crabs Got a bunch of cash, but money is under, fam I'd rather be over-prepared than slip in here understaffed Did you understand I'm down to ride with my n***as Just a double M, you can't f** with them Unless you're certified to ride with us Keep the broads far up out my business and my mind following the ditches And I ain't tripping off of potential -- that's another word for "ain't did sh**" Work, and I put D.C. on, we ain't been this high since the E.R See y'all n***as be some peons, talking about y'all be gone Whole time n***as wouldn't swing, playing tee-ball [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Hundred thousands, hundred thousands, I be throwing hundred thousands I know why they trusting me -- cause I got all these funds around 'em My fan base consist of n***as with d** around 'em Educated sisters to b**hes dancing with ones around 'em I know you think all we do is have fun around here But I'm from a city where young n***as carry guns Don't single out any corner -- its popping on every one They talking bout what they gon do, its probably already done I'm running through cake, running through states Take your one to the face every one or two cakes Just bought a new crib, that's a wonderful space Ask me how I feel I got it so my n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] I be cooler than a motherf**er Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet -- call it Instagram And you know I do it for my city, you know I'm putting on Hundred racks on this clothes a n***a putting on Self made, self paid, forty on my belt waist Hundred round lobster feast, get a shell face I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe Closet two floors -- safari doe Brown bag paper tag, n***a can't pay for swag We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana Me and Rozay twisted on a boat, watching all you f** n***as choke