These Bitches

[Hook: French Montana] On it, your bitch calling Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawwwg She want it all night long Straight cash, all I want Them doors go up on that Lam' Bitch could suck it off with no hands She want me spend this cash, I won't I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone [Verse 1: French Montana] Too much going to think about I just need some good head, baby think it out I slam doors on your favorite whores Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost Can't run, nigga pray Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a yay Them nightmares come true fast Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash School of hard knock, pocket all knots In that small box, making young niggas roll fast Montana, fast money witcha' slow ass You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass What's in my pocket is your Whole stash I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast Rolling Nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling [Hook] [Verse 2: Curren$y] Six hundred a bottle, bring ten No sparklers, too much attention, drawing stalkers Bitches be fishing for ballers I'm bossing, New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning Penthouse, hotel room cards Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down too long baby Plus I know your man's at home going crazy And in my world you know the game ain't waiting For no nigga putting pussy before papers So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup I wake up, bake up Night time, smoke the stage up Counting cake up Good time all mine Montana, Andretti coke wave Jet Life [Hook]