Money Weed Blow

[Hook x8] Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes [Verse 1: French Montana] When my niggas come get you Ain't nobody run with you I hit you with the chopper fix yo ass proper Cali on the roll, hustlin' in the cold Pockets full of stacks and a trunk full of o's We the hottest niggas out, boxing niggas out Fuck all the paint, light up the thang Lemme get you in the mood Get you in the groove Does it all the time, do it from the ground Fuck you think, fishing the tank Everybody watching, hustle non stop Cocaine Mafia, 4-5th pop ya Think you out ya mind, I’ll put ya mind out ya Got me on my side with pills and lean Glock 10 shots, and a fucking beam Purple lambo, smoking a Rambo Take my chances, life's a gamble Low in my ammo, looking for the payback I know you bitch niggas since way back Fill up my need, fill up arenas All mixtapes, we bury niggas you think Johny Hancock filling up the blank Two headshots blood in yo mink Montana juice hard as a tank These other rap niggas ain't hard as you think [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Who that, who that riding in the street Riding in a silver phantom Who that, who that guap on the weed Other drug dealers can't stand him Who that, who that be in the club Throwing down lots of money Who that, who that be on the ground Probably tryna get this money This nigga is too real Stay high and pop pills Hell yea I'm cocky Cuz I don't grow meals I turned out many hoes I turned out many shows I did what you tryna do I done fucked yo momma to A lot of these niggas be hating on me And the girlfriends be waving on me They see me still getting these racks and cheese Ain't no nigga [?] We own everything that's in the lot I'm dealing cash I don't [?] [?] I'ma take you somewhere homie where I own the lot [Hook] [Verse 3: Project Pat] I'm with my niggas out the north side, In Memphis we cool though Hanging out in the traps with real killas slanging good dough Robbery can get done I just need a reason They paying me my foils boy Now that's good reason Or straight suicide, Now I gotta tax that ass 40 barrel to his head, pay me up or we crack yo cast [?] I'm just trying to advance Caught a nigga slippin', shot his ass for a whole brick Gotta go quick, cuz this here could be my last shot I'm fucked in yo spot with the guns pouring masks out But a lick for a brick Like a nut with no jag on Or a junkie glass pipin' out bout to blast off