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french montana & max b – goon music lyrics

[hook: max b]
gain green, we wavy
money we holding
them b-tches, we f-cks them
until their p-ssies is swollen
ten thousand tickets
got caught with a blunt
f-ck it, i paid it
i park anywhere i want-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

[verse 1: max b]
it ain’t hard to tell
you ain’t f-ckin’ with bigavell
still on the billion dollar bail
wait, do some other sh-t
motherf-ckers is coming quick
biga daddy, i want it, never flip
i want it, never hit hit cause they thirsty
tryna jerk me but you missed out
mami got her t-ts out, papi got the 6 out
that’s not papi, that’s velli
clear out, clear the route when i come through
’bout to steal the show from the big names on your bill
let me show you what we next to k!ll, s-x appeal
b-tches love the d-ck, they can’t help it
margarine stick on your tongue, mami i’m melting
you’re welcome
who helped him?
beat past me, i was fast
n-gga but you lack cl-ss
black mask, gloves for the robbery, do this sh-t in and out
many packages i be sending out

[verse 2: french montana]
we spend what you made, three times that
n-ggas wrinkle up they face on the detox that
ask dre, i got detox wrapped in my whip off top
yeah homie, i freestyled that
and yeah i see the hate, but i see past that
man n-ggas can’t copy, my sh-t [?]
matter fact, n-gga get with or get rolled over
on the grind, can’t get a day sober
break’s over, goon music takeover
cocaine and that c0ke wave makeover
i done seen real n-ggas fold over
when the pressure on tight n-ggas tellin’ on sight
like biggo, bricks in vehicle
montana, head crack [?]
it’s two thangs, i’m a shooter like luol deng
goon music, top of the food chain

[bridge: french montana]
max is wavy, grease be rollin’
n-gga take your dough, f-ck them hoes
take your time
goon music baby, picture me rollin’
homie take your dough, f-ck them hoes
take your time

[verse 3: dame grease]
let me tell you ’bout a real og
harlem boy just born in to move keys
i rob and i steal, i k!ll at will
the boy used to get her often, always known for flossing
f-cked up a few mill, watch him make a billy back
known as a gangsta, i’ma sell these where it’s really at
new york city, grind and we gritty
[?] up on the school tracks, always make a few stacks

[verse 4: meeno]
got them bricks, them bundles, them p’s
what a n-gga thought they wasn’t gon’ see me?
please, i go off on beats like these
keep a hoodrat with a pocket full of cheese
grease told me come on, mama i made it
when bigavelli come on, he make it so wavy
i’ma let the gun off, let the drummer drum off
i got to go but snaps ’bout to come on

[verse 5: e-snaps]
tell everybody look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
no it’s me motherf-cker, i’m a g motherf-cker
feel good to be e, that’s me, word to mother
get up in that -ss for all sorts of cash
y’all know when it’s problems handle it like nash
ain’t worried ’bout the problems, automatics will blast him
i’m a goon slash gorilla, bazooka straight through ya
i do ya, tell your boys papi did it to ya

- french montana max b lyrics

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