She Love It (feat. Masspike Miles) - French Montana

(*Prod. by Bink!) Uhh Uhh I'm so compassionate with my compositions Check it Fascinated with foreign felines Since I was knee high This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive Fuck my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings Most wanted, I'm Bid Laden on a beat nigga Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga 100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street nigga On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters VMA find time just to creep with her So coincidental walkin down the street with her My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques She get her time livin when I let her go and shop Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top Niggas know that my techs explode Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce, Get respect because I give these hoes no choice Because I Because I do it So if you never seen a boss nigga, Then look at me Because I do it And they never seen a boss nigga But now they see Because I do it And I do it I-I-I-I-I And I do it Yeah so now you see what it means To be a boss cause I do it I'm the down-south Nas Click so fur Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold Better yet check the record 3 million sold 2 hand guns on the writers for the shows On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues I elaborate on things I only been bout Besides, we decides whos the in crowd If it's ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos See the Altima it's call it terminator The exact watch only war on terminator I let her ride me like a elevator Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her Fascinated with foreign felines That's my design As I recline cut em like key lime We both came now it's right back to the tea time I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine She told me betterer than man broke Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke I touched her with the seconds hand stroke Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo 2 seater it could'ntfit tacara But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley Listen closely and hit a woman softly

Girl you the finest Love it when you get on top and ride it Damn I swear that shit get me excited Sending you red roses and blue violets You don't gotta fight it Aw, yeah that's me The one that be All on your live when you streaming When you streaming The one that you saw In the club on the weekend On the weekend The one that you see In your dreams when you sleeping When you sleeping The one I will be Girl just give me a reason, hold up Yeah, might fuck around and wife it I ain't never been in love I think you should be mine and You ain't never had a nigga That was on this time and Have you on some fly shit Take you to the islands Girl you the finest Love it when you get on top and ride it Damn I swear that shit get me excited Sending you red roses and blue violets You don't gotta fight it Girl you the finest Love it when you get on top and ride it Damn I swear that shit get me excited Sending you red roses and blue violets You don't gotta fight it Yeah, Give you deep strokes Sing that high note That whistle tone Go crazy Like Mariah, screaming louder Said you wanna go Half on a baby, yeah Foolishness, I can't do that shit I can't, I can't do that shit I know this dick is heaven sent Feel that shit While I kill that shit I'm loving how you be a star Put me in a scene Real freak telling me to make a movie Girl you the finest Love it when you get on top and ride it Damn I swear that shit get me excited Sending you red roses and blue violets You don't gotta fight it Girl you the finest Love it when you get on top and ride it Damn I swear that shit get me excited Sending you red roses and blue violets You don't gotta fight it You don't gotta fight it You don't gotta fight it

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)