Nigga Like Me

Lyrics

Gotta make it sound big, baby Tell 'em big Max Biggavel Ballin' like a bitch, bad to the bone gristle, gristle Courtside seats, nigga brought his own whistle, whistle When your money up, hoes try to grow with you But for sure, though, for sure, though [Chorus: Max B & Chinx ] She never met a nigga like me And we be them niggas with the shine, after all of this time, my money good And we be them niggas with the grind, I got rhythms I design and some mantras Been goin' strong, long as the money's right, I don't wanna be wrong, I wonder That we be movin' on up [Verse 1: Max B] Watch me, try and stop me King of New York, easy top three Cut the shit, Max, easy, papi I slap my own shit, he so cocky You seen the jewelry, he so rocky He sippin' P2, he smokin' broccoli That shit was see-through, bitch was knock-kneed I dipped the teabag, I let her top me Catch the don lackin', that's not me Stash cracks in the Starter jacket, '93 After all of that and put the right team behind me (But your record label just willing to get behind me) [Chorus: Max B, Chinx & French Montana ] She never met a nigga like me And we be them niggas with the shine, after all of this time, my money good And we be them niggas with the grind, I got rhythms I design and some mantras Been goin' strong, long as the money's right, I don't wanna be wrong, I wonder ( Montana, ayy ) That we be movin' on up ( Boss Don Pérignon ) [Verse 2: French Montana] Gave 'em that Coke Wave, that Public Domain Foreigns on the highway, started out with no lane I made a quarter bil' (Billion), that's off the floor, man I miss my dog Chinx, he was 'bout to go main (Yeah) Watch me, he so rocky You know we run New York, easy top three Let that wave break, they so sloppy We on that main stage, rest in peace Mazi (Dum Out) Me and Max, Chinx triangle offense Two decades droppin' hits, man, them boys never lost it All we did was stick to the script and the streets, they endorsed us (Uh) Now we pull up to function 'Raris, Bentleys, and Porsches (Ballin' like, skrrt) [Chorus: Max B & Chinx ] She never met a nigga like me And we be them niggas with the shine, after all of this time, my money good And we be them niggas with the grind, I got rhythms I design and some mantras Been goin' strong, long as the money's right, I don't wanna be wrong, I wonder That we be movin' on up [Outro: Chinx] Ballin' like a bitch, bad to the bone gristle, gristle Courtside seats, nigga brought his own whistle, whistle When your money up, hoes try to grow with you But for sure, though, for sure, though She never met a nigga like me