lirik lagu french montana - is u kiddin' me?
[chorus: french montana]
smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking henny
f~cking b~tches, chasing money [?]
[?]
all the money in the [?], it doesn’t even matter
ride up in this b~tch, till i die up in this b~tch
hunt for that money, my eyes up in this b~tch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?
[verse 1: french montana]
[?] let’s get this money
is you with me when they clappin? or is you runnin?
partner smoking weed, poppin pills, sippin syrup, drinking henny
f~ck them b~tches, getting money, [?]
it be real in the game full of suckers
[?] all the btitces wanna f~ck us
stop bluffin
now i know you n~ggas real well
shoot you and you still tell
bout to get my n~gga on that [?] mane
the sh~t real, whenever [?] come out
these rap n~ggas poppin pills and [?] come out
this that cocaine, juice, pat, blue stacks
brown paper bag at the dealer, tell that n~gga throw the rooff back
[chorus: french montana]
smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking henny
f~cking b~tches, chasing money [?]
[?]
all the money in the [?], it doesn’t even matter
ride up in this b~tch, till i die up in this b~tch
hunt for that money, my eyes up in this b~tch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?
[verse 2: juicy j]
these n~ggas ain’t real, and i can see that sh~t
they say they gangsters, they walk, they do the switch
they like to hang with street n~ggas for the street cred
they like to talk about what street n~ggas did
but what you did man?
n~gga you ain’t in no gang
n~gga you ain’t never bang
n~gga you ain’t pushing things
real recognise real, p~ssy n~ggas you can tell
we getting money bruh, you ain’t selling fish scaile
you ain’t ever high as me, i smoke a lotta weed
i pop a lotta pills, drink a lotta liquor, sip a lotta lean
blow about a hundred g’s, cause imma keep it street
still draiped up in diamonds with a white t
[chorus: french montana]
smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking henny
f~cking b~tches, chasing money [?]
[?]
all the money in the [?], it doesn’t even matter
ride up in this b~tch, till i die up in this b~tch
hunt for that money, my eyes up in this b~tch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?
[verse 3: project pat]
ghetto, street
[?]
music that i listen to, [?]
[?]
[?] cooking dope
down south whippin cakes, like b croccker
[?] see the doctor
slanging weight, moving things, [?]
[?]
[verse 4: dj paul]
grind like t~~th, these n~ggas don’t like me
they here to spite me, but they don’t want beef
don’t wanna be in these streets, these n~ggas looking for beats
to express their true feelings over, they feel about me
[?] cause they knowing they can’t compete
came in the game too late to do numbers like me
n~ggas think i ain’t hood, where the f~ck you think i’m from?
wasn’t born in the studio, on a f~cking set of drums ho
[chorus: french montana]
smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking henny
f~cking b~tches, chasing money [?]
[?]
all the money in the [?], it doesn’t even matter
ride up in this b~tch, till i die up in this b~tch
hunt for that money, my eyes up in this b~tch
[?]
[?] is you kidding me?
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