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French Montana

This the intro Bitch listen to my intro Montana Last year was the worse couldnt get worse Only way is up now nigga weight is p Couple locked, couple

[Verse 1] [French Montana:] I see death around the corner Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggaz die I see death around the corner

Montana, Nipsey What Up Nigga, Finally Huh Nigga? East side West side. (French Montana-Chorus) Fire Them Gun Shots Cocaine Alumni Bitches Be Callin

[Hook:] Gettin money on my own pace Tell me what you know about it Gettin head in the freeway Tell me what you know about it Gettin money in a bag Phone

(Chorus) I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her) Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha) Doggin with no rubber (rubber,

French Montana Young Money Coke boys I'm A Groupie I'm A Groupie I'm A Groupie I like thick ones skiny ones thick leg Prety face turn of mouth

from its where ya at, I Make magicc pull a pigeon out the hat, pull that 50 out the bag [French Montana

u wanna see some ass i wanna see some cash keep them dollars comin and thats gone make me dance .. repeat 3 x .. make it rain trick rpeat 6 times.

nigga gettin money in the drought and them hoes bring em in, kick em out did about 20 pumps then fell off, rude bwoy hittin up my phone keep screamin out french