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French Montana

Nothing To Think About (Remix)

 

Nothing To Think About (Remix)


[French Montana:]
It's nothing to think about
Montana man

[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)

[Verse 1]
[French Montana:]
After hours, four hoes, flying spur, four-door
Stay strapped, 4-4, I can never go broke
Hating on a nigga, dickriding when they see him
In the club tryna keep up with ya re-up, fuck nigga what it ain't
You the boss, let 'em hate
Bad bitches bring 'em in, boyfriend number two
Never cuddling, come again, baby don't be feeling that (feeling that)
Coke Wave Gargamel a hit 'em back
GTC with the ceiling back (ceiling back)
Homie, wrist white, bricks white, we be dealing that
Know you niggaz feeling that (feeling that)
Homie, Macaroni, he be peeling that, dog 'em then send 'em back
Nigga I'm the hottest nigga out, fuck a punchline, played out
Go two-player when it's crunchtime, lunch time
Checks looking healthy (healthy) bitches on a nigga (nigga)
You know Coke Wave be the niggaz, Montana bitch

[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)

[Verse 2]
[Al Pac:]
I'll leak you dude, what it do, fuck these chickens, stack my loot
Niggaz wanna ride the wave, I'm switching to a different loop
Every week a different Coupe, everyday a different smut
Bigga told me "Peezly, fuck these haters, get them bigger bucks"
Now I gotta get it in, niggaz can't fuck with him
Al Pac, Montana, niggaz can't fuck with them
Got the streets in a frenzy, all the real niggaz love us
Coke Wave, and we still riding on you muthafuckas
Front, I'ma lay you down, get outta line, spray a pound
All about my money, I ain't come here to play around
Always on the grind, I got money on my mind
Fow worth brick money, all these other niggaz dimes
Got your wifey on my dick, all these bitches screaming, "Oww"
Never sound the same, every song is a different style
Watch my fetti come and pile, trapping like it's '88
Al Pac, Gain Greene, niggaz getting major cake (Ay)

[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)

[Verse 3]
[Mac Mustard:]
My niggaz point me in the right path and calculate the right math
A white pad can turn into some light cash
But if you go renegade, leave everything in sight smashed
Baby talking 'bout your money even in the white mask
I keep it in pure form, harder than Lennox right jab
You working your life away, still ain't kissing the right ass
This shit is ridiculous, your wifey promiscuous
And them niggaz in your hood ain't feeling the shit you spit
Let alone the world, this shit'll make your bones curl
Thought you was a player, why you choking that girl
You're losing your cool, we still making our moves
Jumping from stu-to-stu to make it do what it do
Whether it's Coke Wave, Menace From Lenox, tip of the iceberg
We always got the right hooks, always say the right words
Never catch us in tight furs, probably catch us on Rikers
But we set trends, got new ways to cipher

[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitching till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)

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