Know That 2 Pistols (Ft. French Montana)
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[Intro: 2 Pistols & French Montana]
Bolo
It's Blood Money, baby
Yeah
You know how I love money
2 Pistols
Uh, Montana
[Chorus: French Montana & 2 Pistols]
Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back, hunnid grands, I throw that (Yeah)
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hunnid grands, I throw that (Huh?)
Never get your ho back, hunnid grands, I throw that (Huh?)
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hunnid grands, I throw that (Throw that), throw that
(Throw that) Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Throw that (Throw that), throw that (Throw that), ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
You know how I love money
[Verse 1: 2 Pistols]
Coke boy before rap, it’s Blood Money, but you know that
Better cuff your ho 'cause I'll snatch her, bro, and have her suckin' dick in that Maybach
They were hatin' on me, this payback, keep that thang on me, stay strapped
Throw-throw-throwin' money, ten racks, your ho fuckin', A-ASAP, uh-uh-uh
My swisher loud, nigga, I can’t hear a thing-thing
I like that pussy bald like Mr. Clean-Clean
My cup muddy, boy, I’m on that fuckin' lean-lean
2 Pistols, but what’s my nickname?
Bolo
It's Blood Money, baby
Yeah
You know how I love money
2 Pistols
Uh, Montana
[Chorus: French Montana & 2 Pistols]
Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back, hunnid grands, I throw that (Yeah)
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hunnid grands, I throw that (Huh?)
Never get your ho back, hunnid grands, I throw that (Huh?)
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hunnid grands, I throw that (Throw that), throw that
(Throw that) Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Throw that (Throw that), throw that (Throw that), ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
You know how I love money
[Verse 1: 2 Pistols]
Coke boy before rap, it’s Blood Money, but you know that
Better cuff your ho 'cause I'll snatch her, bro, and have her suckin' dick in that Maybach
They were hatin' on me, this payback, keep that thang on me, stay strapped
Throw-throw-throwin' money, ten racks, your ho fuckin', A-ASAP, uh-uh-uh
My swisher loud, nigga, I can’t hear a thing-thing
I like that pussy bald like Mr. Clean-Clean
My cup muddy, boy, I’m on that fuckin' lean-lean
2 Pistols, but what’s my nickname?
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