Intro - French Montana

You ever want something

That you know you shouldn't have

But the more you know you shouldn't have it

The more you want it?

And then one day, you get it, and it's so good to you

We got the straight droppin' everybody know

Where the money at, tell me where to go

Niggas jokin', hundred rounds hit your funny bone

Life short, nigga, but my money grown

Grind for years, nigga tried to fly to Belize

Homie want a hundred mill, but he caught a hundred years

Gettin' more money 'cuz I care less

I'mma ball, double R on my head rest

Ross and Diddy got a nigga all illuminated

Fornicatin', get your main bitch lubricated

Came from the bottom, now a nigga packin' fields

Came from the bottom, now the house on the hills

Can you see me ho? Bitch can you see me now?

Got me on my Pac shit

When I caught my first lick, never lookin' back

30 chains on, lookin' like a turtle neck

I see you niggas broke

You wanna hit this dough

You went against the grain

Nigga gotta watch you choke

In the presence of the greatest, so humbling

Coke Boy, Bad Boy, and the double M

Reachin' for the stars, but my feet so grounded

Speak to the boss, nigga, don't creep around me

Peep the Frank Mueller, I'm a sharpshooter

Can't jerk me homie, I let your skank do that

I'm still affiliated with them brick dealers

Affiliated with them niggas trynna watch millions

You niggas thousandaires

Fuckin' with the dream team, need a thousand years

Pyrex boy, Montana, Straight chemist

Put them feelings to the side nigga

You say ya'll ready, but you not ready

We got the straight droppin' everybody know

Where that money at, tell me where to go