Cocaine Mafia lyrics

by

Uncle Murda


[Intro: French Montana]
How we do mayne?
That's that sh*t, Montana, uhh, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana]
Your b*tch chose a n*gga don't be mad
Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag
No matter where I'm at, I let that thing go blat
And that cocaine mafia got these n*ggas mad fosho
Homie it's that cocaine mafia fosho
I could break a brick down, n*gga I could break a hoe
I'm a pro, what the f*ck you n*ggas talkin'?
n*gga everything's a go, Montana

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hop up on a track rape a donna
150 stacks count it back leave the door locked (hold up)
You watching n*ggas starve while you ate good
Now it's ghetto n*ggas poppin space call me Ace Hood
Slang wood di*k dealer white chinchilla in the huddle
Try'nna bubble like sprite pink syrup
Gotta hit the pot stir it, move an ounce f*ck par
And you know never play wit kon a n*gga lying like a rug
That coke boy music that kinda sh*t you get chills for
Round table get the bread and butter 'fore the meal come
Talk about that cocaine mafia, word to Trae I'm the truth
Yelling through the ceiling like "f*ck the roof!"
Montana!
[Chorus: French Montana]
Your b*tch chose a n*gga don't be mad
Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag
No matter where I'm at, I let that thing go blat
And that cocaine mafia got these n*ggas mad fosho
Homie it's that cocaine mafia fosho
I could break a brick down, n*gga I could break a hoe
I'm a pro, what the f*ck you n*ggas talkin'?
n*gga everything's a go, Montana

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Louis Vuitton 20 bag replacin' that with bags of 'cane
Work inside the back of this '47 white powder frame
Double up the price and it might just get you a fair exchange
f*ck with me your ass'll get chopper weather, I can make it rain
Office like dirt, I take all shots
Believe this, I'm the MVP all blocks
Ducked off, I ain't try'na see no cops
In the Koop I ain't try'na see no tops
Wrist game since try'na see more rocks
Strapped up like I'm try'na see more blocks
Got burr's, I'm try'na see more flocks
f*ck a hater, they ass gon' get dropped
I gotta get dough, gotta get paid
Take a look at me, yeah b*tch I'm laid
Any b*tch on my di*k gon' get played
Any b*tch on my di*k gon' get laid
Right after she get laid she get lost
At door, hop up fours and floss
Yeah I do me, I ain't worried 'bout the cost
Don't deal with connects, I deal with the boss
On this cocaine mafia, that Rich Porter
Cop it from the border then flush it until the side of order
Tsunami hustle, yeah we flood the block
I ain't talking water motherf*cker, watch me flood the block
Talkin' all white
[Chorus: French Montana]
Your b*tch chose a n*gga don't be mad
Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag
No matter where I'm at, I let that thing go blat
And that cocaine mafia got these n*ggas mad fosho
Homie it's that cocaine mafia fosho
I could break a brick down, n*gga I could break a hoe
I'm a pro, what the f*ck you n*ggas talkin'?
n*gga everything's a go, Montana
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