Wiggle It (feat. City Girls) - French Montana

Super bad bitch, that don't chase the clout All real shit, you know what I be about Stay dumb lit, copping bags in and out Looking at my lips, make the niggas want to shout Cuz I'm flossy, bossy, niggas wanna toss it Louis V down so you know I'm on some boss shit Apple bottom round, so you know I be popping it In and out of town, bitches really be jockin me So sick and tired of y'all dumb ass hoes Making it so easy, yellow, green, light go ATL shawty from my head to my toes And the drip so wet make a nigga take a boat I know your new chick want to be like me Want to pop shit and rock Givenchy Want to drive coups and Ferrari's 'Bout to shake my ass in one, two, three, go Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Baby, can you handle it? Fuck a lil' boy, I need a man in it Who gone get up in these guts and stand in it Pussy get wet like a candle lit Ugh Wobble, wobble, wa Wobble, wobble, wa Wobble, wobble, wa Drop it like it's hot City girl out the projects Gonna pock and then lock in it Make em go in his pockets Pop poppin on his cock Runnin like a relay If we ain't got it, then the pussy on delay Think I'ma fall for the game, you on green base The bad bitches do whatever we say You know how we play I know your new chick wanna be like me Wanna pop shit and rock Givenchy Wanna drive coups and Ferrari's 'Bout to shake my ass in one, two, three, go Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Tell me if I throw it at you baby can you handle it? Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Can you handle it?

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

DrumGod on the beat, beat (Beat, beat, beat) (Moneybagg Yo & "Yung Miami") For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight) I'm really straight, It's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good) For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now ("Miami") I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now (Yung Miami) Bitch, you know it came with a tab on it (With a tab on it) Let you fuck a couple times so you could brag on it (Brag on it) Let's keep it real, Tell 'em how you blew a bag on it (Blew a bag on it) Buyin' ice, private flights, You blew my ass on it (You blew my ass on it) Lil' insecure bitch (Lil' bitch), you ain't nothin' but a sucker I was only for the money, old lame ass buster (Tired ass) Tell your ugly baby mama come get her tired baby daddy I was lyin' 'bout a check, But this lil' dick nigga, you can have him, I'm good (I'm gone) (Moneybagg Yo) For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight) I'm really straight, It's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good) For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (No more) I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now She be fuckin' me too, how you gon' say she belong to you? I'm always on go, But when I'm 'round she don't come home to you (She with me) When we meet, it's playtime (Play) She like, "Don't leave, stay mine" (Stay) Tight grip on her waistline (What?) I go deep like baselines (Ugh) These hoes actin' like niggas, now niggas comin' like them (Them) I met her shoppin' in Cali, then flewed her out to the M You fuck off, I fuck off Just know that that shit go two ways (Both ways) Turn my words against me She like, "I'm a reflection of you, bae" Fuckin' to my songs, naked pictures 'cause we grown (Grown) Wherever we located, pop it off, she set the tone I'm in my bag, you want my bag, I hope you not tryna get on (I ain't with that) Top me in the car, I miss the head, It make me moan (I still think 'bout it) For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight) I'm really straight, It's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good) For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (No more) I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now (Hey) Wanted you from a distance (Over there) Now all I want is distance (Go back over there) For the moment (For the moment) You was all I wanted (I wanted) Sexually attracted, got caught in the satisfaction (Too throwed off) For the moment (What?) You was my lil' action (Action, ugh) "DMac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit, yeah"

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