Cocaine Mafia (feat. Trae tha Truth) - French Montana

Niggas better see a nigga roll Starched down & I'm rollin' on 84's. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang, I'm a Swang the slab, lean to the left Pop my trunk & show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt I'm a vet, so it's automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame .44's to 24's I'm subject to glide mayne Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when I slide mayne Plus I'm lethal fully loaded, ain't no takin' my ride mayne We gangsta & it ain't too much you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us 'cause these bounters got boppers tryin' to jock us We the best at what we gon' be & these haters know it So haters hate us to death & I know 'cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin' And for them jackers thinkin' fly, just picture what I be holdin' Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin' A few of them will have you leakin' 'til your dead or your swollen But still I ride like the law, floatin' above everything I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over, nigga fresh off the chain, peep the slang. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang & a Swang & I Swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone Movin' on, groovin' to this soothin' song I'm cruisin' along, still got a Screw tape on Still in the zone, wishin' Corey Blunt was home Ridin' on chrome, bangin' with my bub' lights on Ridin' home Southeast of the Astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on His heart beat pumps through my flesh & bones Flippin' with Trae, mobbin' down MLK He's blue over gray, I'm tippin' sellin' duece today It's dub K, chiefin' on some lovely And we on the Boulevard actin' ugly, we gon'... Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang-Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothin' stacks In the back of a Lac on this glass, your finna see me struttin' Cuttin' corners on the daily basis Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces I'm on the tip like a waiter when I be leanin' to the left I'm roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers & belts Or maybe in an Impala '67 Chevy be spinnin' Invisible set display everytime they catchin' me grinnin' Off in they face, it ain't too much that they can do to a G But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me 'cause I still be top of my game Just don't come off inside of my range I might be leavin' a stain Whether my slab or beam Niggas gon' respect that we gangsta T-shirt & Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wanksta's Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang And thanks to Screw & P A T we got 'em diggin' our slang, ha. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man.

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old Girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is Niggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them Camera's is Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish Friends Coulda been the President, rather be the Man instead Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million, Whaaaaaat) Trae Tha Truth] I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner Surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm Polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond Infested Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my Time is invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block any club I flood it out I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it Out I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going Out I'm getting money, probably something you Don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was Showin' out Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a Throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was Warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a four of freaks, she got her face in My lap so deep you would think That she was hiding in it Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta Real shit boi, these niggas imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want Like I got a hostage, yeh Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money Calling Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin' Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the Paint I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see Me My dick hard, your bitch is easy (Boi, boi, boi)

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)

Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir A la noche del camino ir Al del cielo Yo miraba una estrella No puedo vivir Al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir Que al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Del camino Tidadoudi tadoudi tadoudi Lon lei lon lei lon lei Ti loulali talouli dilouli Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací Yo voy caminando A la monta