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French Montana

RZA

 

RZA

(album: Coke Boys 6: Money Heist Edition - 2023)


Smoked 'em like a Lucy (Lucy), money think like Aruci (Aruci)
Serving that raw sushi, get it off the 'Gram like Boosie (Boosie)
Sicker than your average (Average), brick up in the attic (Attic)
Selektah with the Statik, no whiskey with the mammal (Woo)
My opps need nine lives, this shit dizzy in a high-rise
Self-made, no allies, wave guard where time flies (Wave)
Sticky in the drop, uh, milli' with the chop (Skrrt)
Million dollar game, feel like Gillie with the pop
'Rari, four-hundred horses (Horses), dripping like a broken faucet (Faucet)
Black spider Porsches, I'm doing a lot on crosses (Asalam Alaykum)
I need mines in dollars (Dollars), keep your blogs and flowers (Flowers)
Jacking styles 'til they owe me, YK Osiris (Ah)
But I'll be (I'll be), I follow OG's, not the IG (Haan, ayy)
Fresh up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy), I follow OG's, not the IG (Haan)
Still throwing parties when an opp die
Got a bad bitch from the Southside
Montana smoking on your Rushmore (The Butcher coming, nigga)
Coke Boys knocking at your front door (Yo)

They wonder how I got this hot and I'm still hungry
'Cause that few million a nigga done touched, they know real money
I was spending saks on clothes, figure I'd attract some hoes
Front row, white fashion shoes, never was my fashion goal
S550 coupe, pitch black, tint black, my bitch black
Face on the Rollie, even this black
Big gun, we don't need no mishaps, corner boy
Fuck you talking old money for when I spent that?
Racks on a jet, I'm landing somewhere in Vegas
Just to curb my enthusiasm, like Larry David (Hahaha)
I'm ten times better, but I'm not near as famous
'Cause paparazzi don't take pictures at wear I'm hanging
Hmm, and if she broke, I can't stand the bitch
I won a couple championships, now I'm in a more fancy shit
I'm hands-on when I'm stamping bricks
I really flew Southwest, my plug got a mansion with a landing strip
Hit this shit and start to think "Is it really me?"
That me and Ranch served the whole scene in that Infinity
Get with us, then tell me, do I give off the energy?
Ex-drug dealer, rapper, I'm the epitome, it's Butch

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