Cocaine Mafia French Montana (Ft. Trae tha Truth)

[Intro: French Montana]
How we do mayne?
That's that shit, Montana, uhh, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana]
Your bitch chose a nigga don't be mad
Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag
No matter where I'm at, I let that thing go blat
And that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad fosho
Homie it's that cocaine mafia fosho
I could break a brick down, nigga I could break a hoe
I'm a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin'?
Nigga everything's a go, Montana

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hop up on a track rape a donna
150 stacks count it back leave the door locked (hold up)
You watching niggas starve while you ate good
Now it's ghetto niggas poppin space call me Ace Hood
Slang wood dick dealer white chinchilla in the huddle
Try'nna bubble like sprite pink syrup
Gotta hit the pot stir it, move an ounce fuck par
And you know never play wit kon a nigga lying like a rug
That coke boy music that kinda shit you get chills for
Round table get the bread and butter 'fore the meal come
Talk about that cocaine mafia, word to Trae I'm the truth
Yelling through the ceiling like "fuck the roof!"
Montana!