9000 Watts

[Hook: French Montana] Went to court for my liver, they hit me with murder Went to court for my lungs, they hit me with life All night getting wasted like a muthafucka But god damn we be icy like a muthafucka Ring, bracelet, chain, watch 9000 watts, 9000 watts Ring, bracelet, chain, watch 9000 watts, 9000 watts [Verse 1: French Montana] Dirty Money give me dirty looks Spend a day with us, you can write 30 books Bought a mansion off 30 hooks Greenhouse, 30 bottles, 30 crooks I made a mill, I fucked it up I fucked her friend, I fucked it up Damn right I hit that, brown bag we wit that Money loose, we dread that, you just got it, I did that Hopping out that Aston, top off like Cassie Tom Ford my glasses, Coke boys we mashin 30 songs a night, Breitling cost your life You made a ho your wife, we drinking 'tron all night [Hook] [Verses 2: Chinx Drugz] Diamonds, they can't interpret, those Rosetta Stones I tell my who's your name is ready at your hair and bone Dizzy Gillespie, they let them trumpets blow (pow) Overseas accounts is where them duckets go Shinning like a motherfucker call me light She go bussin it open for free, good you pay the piper 2012 Jay Erving Double cup, I put my purp in 67, close my curtain (ahh) Solar system on my collarbone Diamonds ringing off like a xylophone Tell that bitch he fuckin with the rollers Blue dot, sippin, trippin, greenhouse on them sofas [Hook] [Verses 3: Cheeze] I'm ridin round with that dezzy, bubbling like Pepsi All black with them all black tips, ridin round like the prezzy Black bag with that back, I'm ridin round with that hefty My man coming through to shoot it and I ain't talking bout hefty Coke Boys, leave 'em right, ice all on my lefty I'm getting money, fuck em all, they ain't got to accept me I been fucked up all night, I'm skating off Wayne Gretzky Sour haze I'm blazing on I wave it just like a jet ski You on or you not Pineapple juice mixed up with the 'roc We dem niggas shot call in the spot Thats a Coke Boy not yeah thats right thats a Coke Boy not Head it right back to the B.I. mamma get a Coke Boy sock [Hook] [Verses 3: Charlie Rock] Yeah, it's shot caller this and shot caller that When I was in that pen they ain't cut me no slack Look at me now I'm fresh out the max Tell em its boss service got racks on racks Got me and new lloyd get paid a hundred a coda And a new bad bitch get paid in ricoda Off 2 cups of that lean, quarter pound of that loud Mad work on the table maybe get ride for the crack 9000 watts 900 shots Tell a young bruh to get when the wrist goes up You know my style g's up hoes down I'm doin it for my city I'm doin it for my town