[Verse 1: French Montana]
Shinin like a star with a pass to lunar
If I catch a charge I'mma Martha Stewart
Married to the money like my momma Jewish
She was prayin to Mohammed I was buyin Louis
I should've been in the mausoleum
Now them niggas packin up the coliseum
And them fuck niggas I don't wanna be em
Magnifying glass still couldn't see em
Coke Boy BMF , 30 Meeches
Forfeiture, chop you up 30 pieces
Young fly niggas talkin 30 Visas
Your new car cost me 'bout 30 sneakers
If money talk I speak about 10 languages
I'm talkin heavy armor, heavy ammunition
I be higher than rockstar Plink Floyd haaaaaaan
Im talking Peter Frampton , Coke Boy
[Verse 2: Chinx]
Bank account full of blood money
Hublot off of drug money
And it was all for the love of it
I stood and faced the music, I ain't run from it
From the flow i get towed up
Might be worth it, just go up
Off purp I get soda
You can come in here, so what?
I get thrown in, we show up
I get straight to the bucket, left them hoes on the doughnut
Smoking straight to the grain, I done shake up yo frame
Pockets strong like cocaine, playin Saddam Hussein
Go ahead, go go go go ahead
Murder one, code red
They dont wanna go there, night night drop it here
From the jail straight to the money
I be bangin the hunnits, white bitch with an onion
Packed house out in London, Coke Boys, yea we run it
I done practice all winter, just a ball in the summer
Boy
Shinin like a star with a pass to lunar
If I catch a charge I'mma Martha Stewart
Married to the money like my momma Jewish
She was prayin to Mohammed I was buyin Louis
I should've been in the mausoleum
Now them niggas packin up the coliseum
And them fuck niggas I don't wanna be em
Magnifying glass still couldn't see em
Coke Boy BMF , 30 Meeches
Forfeiture, chop you up 30 pieces
Young fly niggas talkin 30 Visas
Your new car cost me 'bout 30 sneakers
If money talk I speak about 10 languages
I'm talkin heavy armor, heavy ammunition
I be higher than rockstar Plink Floyd haaaaaaan
Im talking Peter Frampton , Coke Boy
[Verse 2: Chinx]
Bank account full of blood money
Hublot off of drug money
And it was all for the love of it
I stood and faced the music, I ain't run from it
From the flow i get towed up
Might be worth it, just go up
Off purp I get soda
You can come in here, so what?
I get thrown in, we show up
I get straight to the bucket, left them hoes on the doughnut
Smoking straight to the grain, I done shake up yo frame
Pockets strong like cocaine, playin Saddam Hussein
Go ahead, go go go go ahead
Murder one, code red
They dont wanna go there, night night drop it here
From the jail straight to the money
I be bangin the hunnits, white bitch with an onion
Packed house out in London, Coke Boys, yea we run it
I done practice all winter, just a ball in the summer
Boy
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