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french montana - inner city blues lyrics

[verse 1: french montana]
another day, another dollar, never hate on me
told my b+tch live your life, don’t wait up on me
all i’m worried ’bout is the cause, getting paid, homie
new chains, new watch, you can skate up on me
n+ggas dropping like flys, i ain’t with the sh+t
get on your grind, n+gga, don’t miss the ship
you ain’t in your pimp money, you just spend your rent money
try to show the b+tch that you get money
rapping on a soul track, rest in peace honey
6 tone mack, can i get a song clap?
bad luck come in threes, like chicken toes
i’m a cold hearted pimp, never miss a ho

[chorus: french montana]
i do it for my dawgs, for the have not
’cause i spend it all, til i ain’t have none
i’m talking that money, we make it
f+ck a receipt, b+tch, you can take it
all my old b+tches wanna hollar, let me live my life
can a n+gga make a dollar? let me live my life
[verse 2: chinx]
new [?], new checks, a n+gga fish bolling
skinny n+gga, pockets heavy, so i stay swollen
n+gga, i’m golden, trick check [?]
lightskinned, but run up on him, n+gga, let it go
they say your whole world change when you getting money
tryna obtain it, but the devil try to take it from me
i’m in that three piece styleing, with a cuban blowing
the check cleared, what a beautiful moment
this for my single parent mothers, [?] junkies
and my trappers pulling 30 on a monthly
in that pent house sweet with a clear view
i did it by myself, n+gga, share with who?

[verse 3: big cheeze]
[?], going straight [?]
black a.c.g.’s, mixed with the fomes
brushing down the waves, used to use the cone
when i [?] when your wavey, baby, come on
[?] in the zone, wasted, don’t chase it
henny and patrone, [?] in the charger
semmy all chrome
money give me more [?]
fresh [?] but they ain’t notice
watch out for the snakes, pigs and the rodents
stacks getting fat, tracks all soul food
when it’s crunchtime, yeah, i’m the guy you go to
[chorus: french montana]
i do it for my dawgs, for the have not
’cause i spend it all, til i ain’t have none
i’m talking that money, we make it
f+ck a receipt, b+tch, you can take it
all my old b+tches wanna hollar, let me live my life
can a n+gga make a dollar? let me live my life

- french montana lyrics

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