The Runners - Panties To The Side lyrics

[Intro: French Montana] I think I fell in love man, hahaha Shorty cold blooded... [Hook: French Montana] Shorty pull her panties to the side Told me keep my feelings to the side For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Shorty pull her panties to the side Told me keep my feelings to the side For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds [Bridge: French Montana] Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds [Verse 1: Tyga] She move them panties to the side She give me head while I drive These b**hes flyin' in like flies Maybach, no roof, turn a b**h, bu*terfly Rose gold in that Autobahn, I'm gettin' money in real time That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time Get punched out for yo' punch lines These n***as snitchin' like I did the crime I get the cake like the baker man No Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man These n***as hood-hoppers, don't give a b**h no options I do this sh** for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference I call up some real n***as, but they ain't 'bout that talking I walk in wit' my b**h, fattest a** in the party [Hook] [Verse 2: Bow Wow] Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'? You know we playing with new bands, homeboy... Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right) Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded Balling hard no James Harden, Bentley truck too big to park it (skrrt) I'ma give her that work, getting head blowing purp One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt p**y sweet like apple juice, f** her til her p**y loose And when I'm done, pa** her to my man, so Ben can see what that p**y do And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly? And she thick, and she finer than a mothaf**a, looking like tatted-up Holly f** all night no strings attached, say no on love sh**, girl this some fun sh** Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'ma make you cum quick [Hook] [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids I'm, with the, number, one, stunna Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha) GT, vodka, all, summer Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out I'mma show em how to get this money I'm laughin' to the bank, you n***as money funny I'mma real n***a, you is a counterfeit Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it b**h Money blowin' like a fountain, b**h All my paper adding up, you only talking sh** [Hook]