Gripping Over Here Styles P (Ft. French Montana & Pusha T)

[Intro: French Montana]
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money
You gotta know this
Word

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Probly backin' up at motorway
Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a can they put a soda in
End up in the trunk of a car that got odar in it [EW]
I don’t sip the liquor, I take a gulp
Fuckin’ with a nigga, that’s strong enough to face the hulk
44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged out, now his face is all wrong
I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them all mourn
There were Biggie and Sean Combs was taking broads home
On the phone with the chick
Crystal bitches and ace hoes, it’s money in my name like Ma$e though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
Fuck the funny money niggas, I get straight dough

[Hook: French Montana]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga, you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow it in the air