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Verse 1: French Montana
Another day, drink, smoke, just another episode
Everything you witness been the realest shit you ever saw
Know a couple niggas that be down for that twenty five
Know a couple bad bitches down to let the homies ride
Redbone Maserati, two tones, riding shotty
I'll be low key like cheap coke, told that snow man: ski slopes
Stuntin' on them niggas, let the haters watch
Black tee, black sneaks, black Bentley watch
Ridin' home team, fuck the other side
Southside on the beat, suicide
Chorus: French Montana
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don't want that hoe, bitch, I'm on my grind
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don't want that hoe, bitch, I'm on my grind
Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame
I thank the Lord for everything God gotten given me, life again when a nigga got shot
I've seen a lot of niggas give their life to that glass pot, thank Lord for the blocks
The rocks, the weed, the licks, shawty, motherfuck a cop, so much pain in me
You gonna find your body stinkin' tryin' to get a name off me
Bang, bang, homie, I stay Flame, homie
Middle finger fuck you, they say I changed homie
Drugs runnin' all through my brain
They say my mind poisoned (So?), who wanna catch the venom
Chorus: French Montana
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don't want that hoe, bitch, I'm on my grind
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don't want that hoe, bitch, I'm on my grind
Verse 3: Slim Dunkin
I got diamonds on my neck, real niggas next to me
Looked up to Heaven, told mama say a prayer for me
You either real or you ain't, ain't no in between
Missed me with that shit, I can't catch a dream
I'm about that action nigga, missed me with that actin' nigga
Potato on the pistol, we be mashin' niggas
Fuck these rap niggas, tell 'em knuckle up
We can take it to street, I'ma fuck 'em up
Tell 'em buckle up, blastin' off to Mars
All we blow is gas, we smokin' race cars
Certified hood nigga, check my face scar
Can't split my team up, we ain't space bars
Chorus: French Montana
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don't want that hoe, bitch, I'm on my grind
I got diamonds on my neck, hammers on my hip
Grams up on the stove, need another lick
Money on my mind, your bitch up on my line
I don't want that hoe, bitch, I'm on my grind
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