Goon Musik (We Run N.Y.) Max B (Ft. Dame Grease & French Montana)

[Produced by Dame Grease]

[Intro: French Montana]
Goon Music
Dame Grease, French Montana
Talk to 'em, baby

Uh-huh
(I know you like that)

[Hook: French Montana]
I walk like, talk like
Money, money, money
You can smell it in my breath when I talk
Goon Musik, we run New York

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Your resume, featherweight
Homie, let us demonstrate
Flows let 'em meditate
Got work in every state
Cut 'em up, bag 'em up, every shape, every day
Get money, fuck what a nigga say
What you see you never say
You call the law, Montana know to ball
Hot in my watch from Audemar
Leave 'em 6 feet, for my nigga Dame Grease
Then drive off, bumpin' Big Mike: Goon Musik no.3
A lotta weight, a lotta grind
Outta sight, outta mind
Homie fuck the other side
Never let the drama slide
I'm in the S550 with about five 50's
Of the sour, tell 'em cowards come get me
My shawty rock Dolce, cold shape
Body ridin' shotty in the Cadi
Hit the telly for a short stay
Call me 4 hours, take a shower, get dressed
Goon Musik, can't stop this thing of ours
We the best, Coke Boy!