French Montana
French Montana - Plenty Money Remix songtekst
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(feat. Hollywood Fergie and Mac Mustard) Huh (huh) Montana (Huhhh) Niggaz actin' like, we ain't the only new niggaz keepin' the streets alive Huhhhh Like we ain't put out the most music Free my nigga Max, huh Huuuuh Coke Wave Got plenty money [Hook] [French Montana:] It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah) We got plenty money It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah) We got plenty money It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money [Verse 1] [French Montana:] Money got my dick harder than a straight jab Steppin' on that work like a brake pad Whole different weight class, 8 blast Knock fuckin' hinges off ya fake ass, Montana, straight cash Know we bring the slores out, niggaz in the doghouse Plenty money, then go and buy the mall out, ball out Verses to a couple mil, told my nigga Max he gon' beat appeal Take over this shit for real Know we fucked the most hoes, know we drove the most cars Know we had the most beef, ya know we write the hottest bars Dirty like a kitchen mop, fuck a nigga, rich or not All that flossin' shit gon' do is just get ya shot Know I had a gift to blow, shit wasn't difficult First had to show 'em that he known so we get the dough, good to go Montana switch the flow, way before this wack shit Rap shit, ya nigga been get the dough We got plenty money [Hook] [French Montana:] It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah) We got plenty money It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah) We got plenty money It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money [Verse 2] [Mac Mustard:] I be on my shit, I don't find my strength in the slick talk I grab that 4-5th, and quick to let the shit spark Double back when it get dark, black talents that rip hearts Spit darts, we gon' cut this shit short Play the game on his court, leave him laid on his porch Niggaz is dying, we ridin', they stuck identifyin' his corpse Take a ride in his Porsche, smack it up, wrap it up Got the game in the sidepocket filled if ya rack 'em up Some say he be actin' up, some say he don't act enough I say he swing for the fences, every time that Mac is up Guess what nigga Mac is up, Gain Greene to trap 'em up Coke Wave 2, with Max and Montana to back him up [Hook] [French Montana:] It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah) We got plenty money It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah) We got plenty money It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money [Verse 3] [Hollywood Fergie:] I get money like that nigga 5th Down ya bitch throat while I guzzle on this big 5th From a distance, this is all coincidence As if Fergie ain't got no intelligience Million dollar residence, Bentleys in the driveway If I die today, you can say I did it my way Did it the high way, piff, roll it up If you a Crip, where them big C's nigga throw it up If u a Blood, where them big B's nigga throw it up I do not discriminate, middle fingers to those who hate Niggaz take one look at me and say he real Bitches take one look at me and know the deal Same night I'm in her bed, now she wanna give me head With the same lips she kiss her baby with, that's some shit But I'm rare tot he game, I'm so addicted But to the niggaz that I love I'm slightly more commited [Hook] [French Montana:] It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah) We got plenty money It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah) We got plenty money It's the New York supplier man (Yeah) We got plenty money