These b*tches lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Chorus: French Montana]
On it, your b*tch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
b*tch could suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pus*y, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much going to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whores
n*ggas lost and won, some n*ggas won and lost
Can't run, n*gga pray
Toast up for my n*ggas, make a milli' off a yay
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. n*gga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young n*ggas roll fast
Montana, fast money witcha' slow ass
You f*ck n*ggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your Whole stash
I'm riding slow, these n*ggas talking fast
Rolling
n*gga popped a pill and I'm rolling
[Chorus: French Montana]
On it, your b*tch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
b*tch could suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pus*y, now I'm gone

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparklers, too much attention, drawing stalkers
b*tches be fishing for ballers
I'm bossing, New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys
To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down too long baby
Plus I know your man's at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no n*gga putting pus*y before papers
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up
Counting cake up
Good time all mine
Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life
[Chorus: French Montana]
On it, your b*tch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
b*tch could suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pus*y, now I'm gone
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