[Intro: Diddy]
(S-Stoop)
Coke Boys
Shit sound like the city, bad boy
Light your lighters, light your lighters
Yo French, you got another one, haha
Aah-ha
(Stoopid)
[Chorus: French Montana & Diddy]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin' live-er (Let's go)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Let's go)
All the lil' things stop bi-bi-big things (Yeah)
My lil' chain costs more than yo' big chain (Let's go, woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy)
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don't block yo' blessings
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & French Montana]
Fuck with me, I teach you how to get your bag up (Go run your shit up)
We havin' shit so we don't ever pick the tag up (We don't do that)
Got shit in motion, diamonds freeze, put your hands up (You twelve)
This a anthem, all my bag-chasers stand up (Let's go)
Hotboxin' in the coupe, this a fajita (Ha)
If I ain't flyin' private, then this Delta what'll greet 'em
Walk 'em down in the club, put that heater to his Peter
I'm a certified speaker like the subs and the Tweeters (Assertive)
Niggas ain't straight, bitches ain't safe
Wockesha slow my pace, this a turtle race
Memphis on my back, so my name hold weight
You might be gettin' money, but it's at a low rate (Haan, ha)
(S-Stoop)
Coke Boys
Shit sound like the city, bad boy
Light your lighters, light your lighters
Yo French, you got another one, haha
Aah-ha
(Stoopid)
[Chorus: French Montana & Diddy]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin' live-er (Let's go)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Let's go)
All the lil' things stop bi-bi-big things (Yeah)
My lil' chain costs more than yo' big chain (Let's go, woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy)
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don't block yo' blessings
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & French Montana]
Fuck with me, I teach you how to get your bag up (Go run your shit up)
We havin' shit so we don't ever pick the tag up (We don't do that)
Got shit in motion, diamonds freeze, put your hands up (You twelve)
This a anthem, all my bag-chasers stand up (Let's go)
Hotboxin' in the coupe, this a fajita (Ha)
If I ain't flyin' private, then this Delta what'll greet 'em
Walk 'em down in the club, put that heater to his Peter
I'm a certified speaker like the subs and the Tweeters (Assertive)
Niggas ain't straight, bitches ain't safe
Wockesha slow my pace, this a turtle race
Memphis on my back, so my name hold weight
You might be gettin' money, but it's at a low rate (Haan, ha)
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