[Spoken word]
So how's it work, bartender gets a call
You pick up a package at point A, deliver to point B, florist gives you C
I want a lawyer
Good, get one
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ah, yo, sit back, relax, catch a heart-attack
Rollin up a swish with the sour, sip the Cognac
Always where the money at, never where it's funny at
Nigga high, nigga stay fly, homie never wears bum at
Shorty was fuckin with them lames, now she fuckin with a real nigga
Got her goin insane, I know shorty losin it
Flyin down Fifth Ave, top down, coupin it
Coke in that Ciroc nigga, loopin em
Park your Porche in neutral
Better forget about the past, now you're fuckin with the future
Got my nigga Flip, Blaze on track and you know the Coke Boys put the silly on the map
[Chorus: Corte Ellis]
Yo shorty what the business? Baby, why you be trippin?
You be flippin' through my phone, askin' me a million questions
Shorty why you been stressin' me? You be stressin' me
Baby, you stressin' me, baby, why you always stressin' me?
[Verse 2: Flip]
Yo, you got me to point where nigga don't even want to be bothered and tethered
I'm tired of this game, everything you want to argue
It's obvious you don't know how to keep your nigga
Every time I come home it's, "Who you fuckin with Flipper?"
Listen, get on your good foot and kick rocks
Next time you see the kid I'm in that new six drop
So stop, cause I'm tired of all of your pettyness
All respect lost so it's only right to debt it list
It's your loss, I'ma work until the edit Twist
Hooked up with French now everybody wanna sex Flip
Shit, is it because I'm a Coke Boy, a real right take money dope boy?
Shit, you can call it what you call it
I was once a good nigga but you had to go and spoil it
So how's it work, bartender gets a call
You pick up a package at point A, deliver to point B, florist gives you C
I want a lawyer
Good, get one
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ah, yo, sit back, relax, catch a heart-attack
Rollin up a swish with the sour, sip the Cognac
Always where the money at, never where it's funny at
Nigga high, nigga stay fly, homie never wears bum at
Shorty was fuckin with them lames, now she fuckin with a real nigga
Got her goin insane, I know shorty losin it
Flyin down Fifth Ave, top down, coupin it
Coke in that Ciroc nigga, loopin em
Park your Porche in neutral
Better forget about the past, now you're fuckin with the future
Got my nigga Flip, Blaze on track and you know the Coke Boys put the silly on the map
[Chorus: Corte Ellis]
Yo shorty what the business? Baby, why you be trippin?
You be flippin' through my phone, askin' me a million questions
Shorty why you been stressin' me? You be stressin' me
Baby, you stressin' me, baby, why you always stressin' me?
[Verse 2: Flip]
Yo, you got me to point where nigga don't even want to be bothered and tethered
I'm tired of this game, everything you want to argue
It's obvious you don't know how to keep your nigga
Every time I come home it's, "Who you fuckin with Flipper?"
Listen, get on your good foot and kick rocks
Next time you see the kid I'm in that new six drop
So stop, cause I'm tired of all of your pettyness
All respect lost so it's only right to debt it list
It's your loss, I'ma work until the edit Twist
Hooked up with French now everybody wanna sex Flip
Shit, is it because I'm a Coke Boy, a real right take money dope boy?
Shit, you can call it what you call it
I was once a good nigga but you had to go and spoil it
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