Burry Me A G French Montana (Ft. Dame Grease)

[Intro: French Montana & DJ Whoo Kid]
Whoo... Kid!
Ah, man, turn my - turn my mic up, man
Doo, doo doo, doo doo
Doo, doo doo, doo doo
Told 'em niggas, man
We like, something like Vivian Green, man (Green)
Like, going through emotional roller coaster, man
This that blues music, you know? (Blues)
French Montana
Told ’em niggas we weren't compatible, man
Third World, cocaine
Let's get into it, uh

[Hook: French Montana]
I ain’t got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even if I die, bury me a G
I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Uh, you could know enough, but never know it all
When it come to game, nigga, I done heard it all
Shorty said she ain't fucking on the first night
So I made a U-turn on the first right
You gotta get it wrong just to get it right
And you gotta pay the cost just to be the boss
Bring her home and live for the moment
And never go broke alone, that's the street omen
Same shit, different smell, different toilet
And niggas live, but never tell the same story
Very special, CI, Dutches
Weed, four hour stay on me
Got me squatting like a nigga on the
Back shots, nigga, it's the M-O-B