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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nasty C
Nasty C
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
French Montana
French Montana
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nasty C
Nasty C
Producer

Lyrics

Montana You know what it is when you hear that haan Hey, hey, hey My standards are hella stone My safe is a treasure trophy My wagon full of yellow Bones I'm about to go Hefner on em, If she take a shot we Gon miss em Hol'up Calling shots like I'm missing donor Snake niggas talk a lotta shit, and I said I know when I hear a hissing cobra I know I don't wanna see a rat I go on em when I see the racks Pick up the commas like I can't read a cheque Send it home and tell em Christmas is back It's a new scene on the map Calling me out to me is a prank Calling me out to me is a trap Calling me out, imma call you back Young nigga put in the grind I shine, I shine I take your girl from the crowd She down, she down They tryna come to the house Allow, allow She take the D then she bow She bow, she bow Young nigga put in the grind I shine, I shine I take your girl from the crowd She down, she down They tryna come to the house Allow, allow She take the D then she bow She bow, she bow Look I was cooking up till dawn Now the diamonds dancing tryna charm me These bitches used to never want me Now they pop they ankles how they falling I was on the block till the morning Sipping that sprite till the morning I let that hop in the foreign Chain iced to the arm Talking John Wall Still run with a wand Talking Paul Walker Balling like Paul George Talking George Foreman Yeah that's the grill talk The Jewellery add up to a mill talk Put it on and tell me how it feel talk Yeah Yeah Bitch I'm young and I'm wilding Yeah my plug is my pilot He say where is we flying I said fuck it I haven't decided I get high and I hop in the drop Dropping the top, getting the wop Said setting magic city said getting the money Young nigga put in the grind I shine, I shine I take your girl from the crowd She down, she down They tryna come to the house Allow, allow She take the D then she bow She bow, she bow Young nigga put in the grind I shine, I shine I take your girl from the crowd She down, she down They tryna come to the house Allow, allow She take the D then she bow She bow, she bow I'm made the money, I made a difference I made em talk, I made em listen I made em wish and switch sides Made these motherfuckers hate the mans Made em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay up workin' Rappers smoking, drinking yeah I'm made the money, I made a difference I made em talk, I made em listen I made em wish and switch sides Made these motherfuckers hate the mans Made em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay up workin' Rappers smoking, drinking yeah
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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