Bring Dem Things (feat. Pharrell)

Montana You know I'm like yeah, nice P, you know What up P? Ay man Skateboard! Yeah La Musica de Harry Fraud (Skate on these niggas) When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches, I bring them tings Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things Mane, you don't wanna fuck with them bro Oh you high and they shooting, better get low Extort 'em, you ain't go no friends, oh They'll be fucking with that ass like a nympho Chanel scarf like rainbow barf A thousand dollar sip nigga, this ain't yo' cloth You ain't dripping nigga, that ain't no sauce I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles I'm thinking 'bout the LaFerrari coupe One-point-eight, the option is the roof Greens is a secret to the youth Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice Y'all be Bape and I be human-made and Y'all be aping, I'm Richard Mille nation No diamonds, just turn beyond facing With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches, I bring them tings Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things Here's a little story about a kid from Morocco Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset Fuck a plug, we the outlet Child put me in a box, I'm in the box office All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller Shoot to kill her, Canaries, quarterback Steelers White villa from crack dealing Now Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer I kill 'em softly, Lauryn Hill 'em Get above 'em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I Had 'em on a needle, 45 plate Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet Alcatraz bars, crash cars Ain't no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches, I bring them tings Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things