Is U Kiddin’ Me?

Lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen' Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby It doesn't even matter All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter Imma ride for this bitch, until I die for dis bitch On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis bitch Is you a friend of me? Is you an enemy? Is you perpetrating? Is you kidding me? [Verse 1: French Montana] Get a bottle, sip this yak, let's get this money Is you with me when they clappin? -Don't be runnin All my partners smoking weed, poppin' pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen' Fuck them bitches, getting money, till the motherfucking end Can't be real in the game full of suckers When that mazi rolling up, all the bitches wanna fuck us Stop bluffing' Now I know you niggas real well Shoot you and you still tell Bout to get my nigga on that pill bail Man you gon see this shit real, when that fo' fo' come out These rap niggas poppin pills and that homo come out This that co-caine, Juice, Pat, blue-stacks Brown paper bag at the dealer, tell that nigga throw the roof back [Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen' Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby It doesn't even matter All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter Imma ride for this bitch, until I die for dis bitch On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis bitch Is you a friend of me? Is you an enemy? Is you perpetrating? Is you kidding me? [Verse 2: Juicy J] These niggas ain't real, and I can see that shit They say they gangsterrrr They walkin' witta switch They like to hang with street niggas for the street cred' They like to talk about what street niggas did But what you did mane? Nigga you ain't in no gang Nigga you ain't never bang Nigga you ain't pushing things Real recognise real, pussy niggas you can tell You ain't getting money bruh, you ain't selling fish scale You ain't ever high as me, I smoke a lotta weed Pop a lotta pills, drink liquor, sip a lotta lean Blow about a hundred G's, and I'mo keep it street Still draped up in diamonds with a white T [Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen' Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby It doesn't even matter All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter Imma ride for this bitch, until I die for dis bitch On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis bitch Is you a friend of me? Is you an enemy? Is you perpetrating? Is you kidding me? [Verse 3: Project Pat] The ghetto, the street Gangstas, ma chun[?] Wake up music that I listen to, easily the gun—play Comes to the residence of moms when i'm lookin for her son Who done ran all the pile[?] for my cookin dope Down south whippin cakes, like Betty Crocker If yo' pockets stay with aids[?], come and see the doctor Slanging weight, moving eight's, choppa's like a mobster Weed got me in the clouds, like i'm Penna Tarcher[???] [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Cuz I grind like teeth, these niggas don't like me These niggas despise me, but these niggas don't want beef They don't wanna be in these streets, these suckers looking for peace To express their true feelings over, they feel about me They squealin' about me Cause they knowing they can't compete They came in the game too late to sell numbers like me Nigga think I ain't hood, where the fuck you think I'm from? I wasn't born in the studio, on a fucking set of drums ho [Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen' Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby It doesn't even matter All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter Imma ride for this bitch, until I die for dis bitch On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis bitch Is you a friend of me? Is you an enemy? Is you perpetrating? Is you kidding me?