Lyrics French Montana

French Montana

Bad Bitch

Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch

You know who to call when you need it

Wish I had another you, I'm greedy

Sometimes like that nigga get greedy

Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch

You know that every time you leave me

Even though I know how men be talkin'

I just know that nigga wanna be me

Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch

Back then she ain't have shit

Now she grown up, she got ass, tits

Wanna know where she got that ass at

She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it

She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it

Don't mind spendin' this loot on it

Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her

Can’t be talking loud homie with your G-Shock

Laces jumping out the foreign with the T top

Coke boys, niggas got the whole streets locked

Max B still eyes on the east side

Pinky ring, may be running with the car cost

It may be something when you run into a mob boss

On trial, nigga blind in his left eye

TOC, where the rouges, wet up on the west side

Got to play the game of life like a chessboard

Rip your hair off, fuck your arrest warrant

One call, all the shooters on deck boy

Thought she peed on me, pussy so wet boy

Fucking all night, now we call it Ross fit

Red Chanel bag for the bitches boss hit

Marshawn Lynch, money on offense

Might catch me in the D with a soft whip

Pull up with my niggas, make a move

Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci

Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that

Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that

Drink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy

Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new shit

Red to the head, man we gettin' all that

And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back

And I can see why these niggas hate me

Pull up in a drop and the watch 80

Pull up to the front but a nigga faded

Got a new crib and the shit gated

Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out

Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out

Countin' up this money, nigga, keep the door locked

All my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie

Nice chick got cake, call her sweet cheeks

Fuck good, clean her house, she a neat freak

I want the 2016, that new prezi

I want sloppy, not a bitch that’s too messy

I done heard all the lies, baby you can save me that

But saying it was mine had to be my favorite

All her friends like girl you getting thick

Dope boys on her like she getting bricks

Mami said Lo don’t cross her thing

Now she want the Cartier bracelet and a ring

Stick up and it made me skeet skeet fast

Wasn’t even row, I had the ski-ski mask

I’m a road runner, had to beep beep past

See me looking square, it’ll be G class nigga

Ay, my main focus is your main focus

You hoes ain’t notice cause you ain’t focused

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