French Montana - Coke Wave Boys

[Intro: French Montana & Max B]

Pull up with a ting, yeah, diamond rings out

Bitches 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 bitch niggas 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), nigga 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

Fuck them niggas 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 niggas to me gone, I ain't let a tear down

Hate we in the game, we done fucked 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 nigga

Baby mama, she won't even look at a nigga

Waste of talent, uh, never that

Any time he ace in the deuce, nigga 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, nigga, you're different

Way with the dick, baby say I'm eccentric

Never mention my name in a sentence

Niggas 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 shit

Paid for, Allah, Bobby Flay, good shit

This wasn't even supposed to happen, we pushed it

Sautéing a nigga 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 bitch 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