Twisted (feat. Juicy J, Logic & A$AP Rocky) - French Montana

Get your money, get your money Say you need some extra cash to pay for college with And it just so happens I got a lot of it Spin around the pole while you're doing splits By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship You a college chick, you a college chick Keep twerking baby, might earn you a scholarship You a college chick, you a college chick Keep twerking baby, might earn you a scholarship 100 dollars, 100 dollars, 100 dollars, trick 100 dollars, 100 dollars, 100 dollars, trick You a college chick, you a college chick By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship Clap that ass, just like the clapper All these bands now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA Show me some, I might owe you some Them bands waiting and I know you want 'em I'm tryna pay your student loans Fuck your boyfriend, I want your number Let me get that becky while I'm rolling up Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on Trippy cup in my hand in the bathtub with my robe on Tell all your girlfriend that I'm breaking bread and down to fuck One night, fuck a wife, trippy niggas never cuff Well fuck her master, she got her bachelor So she only fucking rappers, she tired of cappers And she only shake for backups, so shake it faster It gets better every chapter, spit that Project Patta (She call me master!) Money, money, money while she grindin' on the pole Dollar for a show but don't nobody gotta know (Get it, get it off the floor) She shakin' it like she strippin' She only representin' for her bitches out in Memphis Hol' up, hol' up wait a minute, I just came to my senses I'm trippin' if I'm trickin' if I'm paying your tuition Cause you know a couple principles or pals in your division Pay attention, how I'm livin', bet you hate it like detention Motherfucker...

Fuck niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas alive (yeah), fuck niggas won't multiply (real nigga shit) Fuck niggas won't multiply Fuck niggas won't multiply (mhm) Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh Yeah, nigga, it's your boy Juicy J Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin' Broke ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas be smilin' in your face Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin' Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute (yeah) Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad First place I seen a nigga sell crack at Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field 'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (yeah) Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills (yeah) I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill (uh) Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed Reason why you niggas wearin' gold Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes And these niggas Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I... When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply But if the real niggas alive, fuck niggas won't multiply I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga (yeah) I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, nigga (Shut the fuck up!) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (uh) No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (yeah) B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga (uh) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) (yeah) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) (yeah) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that (yeah) Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh) Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (yeah) (We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable killers) (Y'all got Flacko fucked up) I'm the mothefuckin' Lord of this fashion shit Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah) Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (yeah) My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (uh-huh) Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (yeah) I think back to when Pac is packin' lint It's like a nigga got rich on accident Now back to Pimp Bitches lie, killers never lie Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride Prosper said, "Let's ride to the sky," call it catastrophic We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch (yeah) Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here Talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here Man, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm... Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yeah, I'm gettin' cake, yeah, it's no debate Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day Yeah, yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith Yeah, I'm out of state, yeah, I like to race Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm Yeah, I wake up late, yeah, I'm out of shape Yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes Yeah, I'm sippin' wine, yeah, she feed me grapes She make no mistakes, me make no complaints I love how she think she graduated with that brain She go to... Yamborghini High, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Tool on my waist, shades on my face Money in the bank, make no mistake Nast does it great Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car, pop the front 7: 45 on the fuckin' dot, your bitch down to ride Leavin' wit' me cause I'm a G Made in the streets, rep for the streets So I keep a piece Niggas try to front, act if he want Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches My mama told me save that money Bank accounts, don't spend that bread Cash out on new necklaces 14 karat bracelet Dibble dabble with the lean High tech with the 'Preme Soda as I whipped the yola Lambo red, Coca Cola My bros Cosa Nostra Ridin' on a speedboat She suck a nigga, deep throat Rey Mysterio When I'm jumpin' off the tightrope Banana clip with the scope Wearin' all white Like I'm the mothafuckin' goat I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' through the sky, hey yo Yammy's vision got us rich, catchin' a nigga, drive-by, hey yo Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bitches in the mix, yeah Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah I ain't with the gay shit, but love my [?], yeah My [?] why I'm always chilly Can't believe a nigga made a couple milli' 'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies With the bad bitches in the in the Bentley Wood grain with the roof gone Make a nigga fold like a futon Gettin' bread like a crouton Tell me what the fuck you want Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches OG, yeah we keep it low key [?] with the Rollies, [?] OG Damn I got the smoke right Nigga I'm an OG, gotta [?] Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Play me some pimpin' mane, yeah Higher than a motherfucker, dawg What's up with Logic? What's good, man? Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) We blessed What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!" That's it? Haha (Yeah, yeah) Whippin' through West Deer Park Lookin' for scandalous shawties, only come out after dark Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a fuck Huh, was never one for the academics But knew the everyday struggle Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill though Since I was working at the supermarket Every week, another new department 'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment Always wanna change with the times Number one best seller on the New York Times But my childhood was riddled with crime Widdled the rhyme, now I shine I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl I'm dirty like fuckin' your girl Just to son you, I'ma cum in your girl Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B I'm so successful, most people can't stand me Only thing I don't have is a fuckin' Grammy Yeah, but you know that boy nominated Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco Logic go blanco, huh, bumpin' that Pretty Flacko Rat Pack come hither, wherever I go Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it 'Til the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville Whippin' through, whippin' through, whippin', whippin', wh-whippin' Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995 (five) Screamin', "Mafia!" had my city hypnotized ('tized) Gulfstream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (sky) Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies Whippin' through north Memphis back in 1995 (five) Screamin', "Mafia!" had my city hypnotized ('tized) Gulfstream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (Sky) Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (whoo) Young niggas, we was gettin' paid, runnin' the game like arcade Lil' nigga, Juicy been made, fuckin' your mama back stage I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside And I'm still spendin' that paper back from 1995 Woo, woo, chicken, chicken Woo, woo, chicken heads Woo, woo, chicken, chicken Woo, woo, chicken heads Woo, woo, chicken, chicken Woo, woo (Gonna take the time to say-)

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