Featuring: Three 6 Mafia

Producer: Lex Luger

[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money [?]
[?]
All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter
Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch
Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
[?] let’s get this money
Is you with me when they clappin? Or is you runnin?
Partner smoking weed, poppin pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fuck them bitches, getting money, [?]
It be real in the game full of suckers
[?] all the btitces wanna fuck us
Stop bluffin
Now I know you niggas real well
Shoot you and you still tell
Bout to get my nigga on that [?] mane
The shit real, whenever [?] come out
These rap niggas poppin pills and [?] come out
This that Cocaine, juice, Pat, blue stacks
Brown paper bag at the dealer, tell that nigga throw the rooff back

[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money [?]
[?]
All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter
Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch
Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
These niggas ain't real, and I can see that shit
They say they gangsters, they walk, they do the switch
They like to hang with street niggas for the street cred
They like to talk about what street niggas did
But what you did man?
Nigga you ain’t in no gang
Nigga you ain't never bang
Nigga you ain't pushing things
Real recognise real, pussy niggas you can tell
We getting money bruh, you ain't selling fish scaile
You ain't ever high as me, I smoke a lotta weed
I pop a lotta pills, drink a lotta liquor, sip a lotta Lean
Blow about a hundred G's, cause Imma keep it street
Still draiped up in diamonds with a white T

[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money [?]
[?]
All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter
Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch
Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Ghetto, street
[?]
Music that I listen to, [?]
[?]
[?] cooking dope
Down south whippin cakes, like B Croccker
[?] see the doctor
Slanging weight, moving things, [?]
[?]

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Grind like teeth, these niggas don't like me
They here to spite me, but they don’t want beef
Don’t wanna be in these streets, these niggas looking for beats
To express their true feelings over, they feel about me
[?] cause they knowing they can't compete
Came in the game too late to do numbers like me
Niggas think I ain’t hood, where the fuck you think I'm from?
Wasn't born in the studio, on a fucking set of drums ho

[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money [?]
[?]
All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter
Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch
Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?

French Montana

Born Karim Kharbouch in Casablanca, Morocco, 1984, French Montana’s pursuit of the “American Dream” began in 1996 when he and his family emigrated to the Bronx, New York.

He began by selling ‘Cocaine City’ mixtapes and DVD’s with his mentor Max B, and eventually garnered the attention of major label executives, signing a deal with Akon’s Konvict Music Label. The deal fell through in 2011 due to album delays, and as a result, French signed a joint deal with Bad Boy and Maybach Music in late 2011 early 2012.

He is possibly one of the hardest working rappers of the past era, releasing over 23 bodies of work along with many features, chart-toppers, and production credits.