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french montana - plenty money remix lyrics

huh (huh)
montana (huhhh)
n-gg-z actin’ like, we ain’t the only new n-gg-z keepin’ the streets alive
huhhhh
like we ain’t put out the most music
free my n-gg- max, huh
huuuuh
c-ke wave
got plenty money

[hook]
[french montana:]
it’s the new york supplier man (yeah)
we got plenty money
ain’t any n-gg- hotter than (yeah, yeah)
we got plenty money
it’s them c-ke boyz, not again (yeah)
we got plenty money
it’s the new york supplier man (yeah)
we got plenty money

[verse 1]
[french montana:]
money got my d-ck harder than a straight jab
steppin’ on that work like a brake pad
whole different weight cl-ss, 8 blast
knock f-ckin’ hinges off ya fake -ss, montana, straight cash
know we bring the slores out, n-gg-z in the doghouse
plenty money, then go and buy the mall out, ball out
verses to a couple mil, told my n-gg- max he gon’ beat appeal
take over this sh-t for real
know we f-cked the most hoes, know we drove the most cars
know we had the most beef, ya know we write the hottest bars
dirty like a kitchen mop, f-ck a n-gg-, rich or not
all that flossin’ sh-t gon’ do is just get ya shot
know i had a gift to blow, sh-t wasn’t difficult
first had to show ’em that he known so we get the dough, good to go
montana switch the flow, way before this wack sh-t
rap sh-t, ya n-gg- been get the dough
we got plenty money

[verse 2]
[mac mustard:]
i be on my sh-t, i don’t find my strength in the slick talk
i grab that 4-5th, and quick to let the sh-t spark
double back when it get dark, black talents that rip hearts
spit darts, we gon’ cut this sh-t short
play the game on his court, leave him laid on his porch
n-gg-z is dying, we ridin’, they stuck identifyin’ his corpse
take a ride in his porsche, smack it up, wrap it up
got the game in the sidepocket filled if ya rack ’em up
some say he be actin’ up, some say he don’t act enough
i say he swing for the fences, every time that mac is up
guess what n-gg- mac is up, gain greene to trap ’em up
c-ke wave 2, with max and montana to back him up

[verse 3]
[hollywood fergie:]
i get money like that n-gg- 5th
down ya b-tch throat while i guzzle on this big 5th
from a distance, this is all coincidence
as if fergie ain’t got no intelligience
million dollar residence, bentleys in the driveway
if i die today, you can say i did it my way
did it the high way, piff, roll it up
if you a crip, where them big c’s n-gg- throw it up
if u a blood, where them big b’s n-gg- throw it up
i do not discriminate, middle fingers to those who hate
n-gg-z take one look at me and say he real
b-tches take one look at me and know the deal
same night i’m in her bed, now she wanna give me head
with the same lips she kiss her baby with, that’s some sh-t
but i’m rare tot he game, i’m so addicted
but to the n-gg-z that i love i’m slightly more commited

- french montana lyrics

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