These Bitches

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Curren$y & French Montana - Rap

These Bitches

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Lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana] On it, your bitch calling Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawg She want it all night long Straight cash, all I want Them doors go up on that Lam' Bitches suck it off with no hands She want me spend this cash, I won't I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone [Verse 1: French Montana] Too much going to think about I just need some good head, baby think it out I slam doors on your favorite whores Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost Can't run, nigga pray Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off the yay Them nightmares come true fast Shining on your TV, nigga, newsflash School of hard knocks, pocket all knots In that small box, making young niggas grow fast Montana, fast money wid his slow ass You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass What's in my pocket is your whole stash I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast Rolling, nigga pop a pill and I'm rolling [Chorus: French Montana] On it, your bitch calling Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawg She want it all night long Straight cash, all I want Them doors go up on that Lam' Bitches suck it off with no hands She want me spend this cash, I won't I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone [Verse 2: Curren$y] Six hundred a bottle, bring ten No sparklers, too much attention, drawing stalkers Bitches be fishing for ballers, I'm bossing New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning Penthouse, hotel room cards Big dog underground rap star, I can't lay down too long baby Plus I know your man's at home going crazy And in my world you know the game ain't waiting For no nigga who putting pussy before paper So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup I wake up, bake up, night time, smoke a stage up Count cake up, good time all mine, Montana Andretti, Coke Wave, Jet Life [Chorus: French Montana] On it, your bitch calling Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawg She want it all night long Straight cash, all I want Them doors go up on that Lam' Bitches suck it off with no hands She want me spend this cash, I won't I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone

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Credits

Writers
  • French Montana
  • Curren$y