Oh Yeah (feat. French Montana)

She want, she want, she want

If you get your own money, holla

You got them bottles in your section, holla

If your day one's with ya, holla

You ain't tripping 'cause they hating on ya

Let's get it

Oh, oh yeah

Oh, oh yeah

Oh, oh yeah

Oh, oh yeah

They like, goddamn, Gotti, boy

I good with your network

All them chains on

I can tell that your neck hurt

You look good in them heels

But I can tell that your feet hurt

So drop down on your knees, baby

Give me that neck work

Double C's on your bag, huh

Oh, you know you fine, huh

You blew a bag on your hands, huh

Quarter mill off this stole, huh

You off that dro, huh

Oh, your mama ain't raise no hoe, huh

Real **** and you not one

I want a bad bitch, and I got one

Rich, pay for you, gotta buy some

She twenty-one, and I'm a savage, I'ma try some

If you get your own money, holla

You got them bottles in your section, holla

If your day one's with ya, holla

You ain't tripping 'cause they hating on ya

She want a real ****, and you not one

I want a bad bitch, and I got one

You gon' pay for it, you gon' buy some

She twenty-one, and I'm a savage, I'ma try some

(Montana)

Chops down, chop, chop, chops down

Chops down, chop, chop, chops down

Chops down, chop, chop, chops down

Rory sitting low, smoking on the line

Scoot front, drop the back off on the Uber

Catch me with the models up in d Dikeman smoking hookah

I took it from a hoopty to a Benz, huh

From the products of the crib with the fence, huh

She double back, fuck me with her friends, huh

No, we jump right back to that bread, huh

Chopper style round with the shotty

Two fifty on my wrist, tryna soak all my body, huh

If you get your own money, holla

You got them bottles in your section, holla

If your day one's with ya, holla

You ain't tripping 'cause they hating on ya

She want a real ****, and you not one

I want a bad bitch, and I got one

You gon' pay for it, you gon' buy some

She twenty-one, and I'm a savage, I'ma try some

The beat is classic, but so am I

I really sold it out to players just to get 'em high

She roll the dig and now we're drunk, that's a DUI

Bitch, follow my kid between you and I

Pop pop, dead pussy for a rich ****

Girl, you're too real for a bitch ****

I seen ya with your friend, I wanna get with ya

Y'all look good together, bring your bitch with ya

You get money, huh? You a hundred, huh?

Heard your homie got that loud

Shit they call it underarm

You make it rain, huh

That's a thunderstorm

Your real **** with ya, they're your day ones

If you get your own money, holla

You got them bottles in your section, holla

If your day one's with ya, holla

You ain't tripping 'cause they hating on ya

She want a real ****, and you not one

I want a bad bitch, and I got one

You gon' pay for it, you gon' buy some

She twenty-one, and I'm a savage, I'ma try some