Coke Wave Boys lyrics

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Quavo


[Intro: French Montana & Max B]
Pull up with a ting, yeah, diamond rings out
b*tches all over (Ow)
Shawty doin' her thang, I'm on it, yeah
I need a chauffer
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Pull up in that V (Yeah)
She like Cherie when I leave
You say we ride on these b*tch n*ggas real quick (Yeah)
Let's get 'em

[Chorus: French Montana]
Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, pull over
Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, pull over (Ayy)
Goddamn, I'm-

[Verse 1: Chinx]
Show me where the money (Show me), bet I go and get it
Everybody want the fame, but they don't wanna pay the ticket
Shawty said she wanna roller (Roller), n*gga with some Timbs on (Oh)
Move a lil' rock like the old Tim Dunc' (Yeah)
She love me long, then she wipe me off clean
I'm at the dealer cashin' out, then I'm spinnin' off mean
f*ck them n*ggas talkin' 'bout? They won't get it off Chinx
Keep the burners near the toilet (What?)
Work under the sink
In the front, got them haters in the rear now
Closest n*ggas to me gone, I ain't let a tear down
Hate we in the game, we done f*cked up their career now
They know how I'm on it, get it how I want it
[Chorus: French Montana]
Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, pull over
Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, pull over
Goddamn, I'm- (Coke boy, baby)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Mama prayin' in the room
I'm in the next room baggin' work, washin' knuckles
I need my shoes Christian
And my watch from Geneva and I got shooters from Chicago
I'm drippin', get your goggles
In the jungle with the robbers, if you walk off then you hit the lotto, yeah
If you need that work, tato
Hit up Broadway, call up Gato
We in them jets, two hours to Cabo
No ID, shooters no IG
I'm on front line, money on my mind
Money truck, beep, beep, beep, flatline

[Bridge: French Montana]
Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
Them foreign car outlaws, yeah, yeah
Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
And them foreign car Wave Gods, ayy, ayy
[Verse 3: Max B]
Yeah, they tried to throw the book at a n*gga
Baby mama, she won't even look at a n*gga
Waste of talent, uh, never that
Any time he ace in the deuce, n*gga bet it back
Every time on my way to school, baby shared a ride
Had to watch for the pig, undercovers would share the trap
Max, you're not like them, n*gga, you're different
Way with the di*k, baby say I'm eccentric
Never mention my name in a sentence
n*ggas be chicks these days, they need attention
Four door Lambo needs suspension
Too many potholes out there in Brooklyn
Too many loops from Harry Fraud, hood sh*t
Paid for, Allah, Bobby Flay, good sh*t
This wasn't even supposed to happen, we pushed it
Sautéing a n*gga brain, cooked it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, pull over
Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
Th-th-throw the top to the back, then the back to the top, pull over
Goddamn, I'm-

[Outro: French Montana]
(Montana caught a lick)
Goddamn, I'm-
(My wrist water whip)
Goddamn, I'm-
(Main b*tch on my hip)
Goddamn, I'm-
Goddamn, I'm-
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
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