Max B – We Run NY lyrics

[Intro: French Montana] Goon Music Dame Grease, French Montana Talk to 'em, baby Uh-huh (I know you like that) [Hook: French Montana] I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York [Verse 1: French Montana] Your resume, featherweight Homie, let us demonstrate Flows let 'em meditate Got work in every state Cut 'em up, bag 'em up, every shape, every day Get money, fuck what a nigga say What you see you never say You call the law, Montana know to ball Hot in my watch from Audemar Leave 'em 6 feet, for my nigga Dame Grease Then drive off, bumpin' Big Mike: Goon Musik no.3 A lotta weight, a lotta grind Outta sight, outta mind Homie fuck the other side Never let the drama slide I'm in the S550 with about five 50's Of the sour, tell 'em cowards come get me My shawty rock Dolce, cold shape Body ridin' shotty in the Cadi Hit the telly for a short stay Call me 4 hours, take a shower, get dressed Goon Musik, can't stop this thing of ours We the best, Coke Boy! [Hook: French Montana] I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York [Verse 2: Dame Grease] Now poppa was a pimp, a player Mom, it was a decent story(?) Get that money everyday Take your bitch, yeah we slaughter Money that I'm stackin' Always keep the chrome spinnin' Rims right, oh so round Now be my Goon chick for the night She love the taste, I love the smell Touch her where she never tell Bend her well, bend her right You her girlfriend for the night Maxy got that Beamy B Frenchy got that Cadi thing Greasey love to switch them toys Tommy guns, stack your funs They call me Grease, there ain't no other Swagger like a motherfucker Pimp your mom, smack your brother Even fuck your baby mother Don't be rude gettin' that moolah Got a cocky attitude Lead this shit, love this life Now ya pipin' homeboy's wife It's on tonight, yeah heard me right Must I say it again, layin' pipe to homeboy's wife Here coochie tight, her coochie right She drunk the mug, and then she give me keys to your ride [Hook: French Montana] I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York [Verse 3: Max B] (It's yo boy Biggavel, let's go) Handsome man, sexy guy First to the club then next we slide Blow a couple Newports and next we be high Dip the FBI, cuz they comin' fast Bitch think love, all I want is her ass (that's all I want) And that tempo, can it be oh so simple? Feed me more, fix my hair Look bitch, gimme gotchu there You at the bottom now Homes and the robe I got 'em now Got that kid back from the time She slipped me for them benjis, made it twerk She's a devil in a miniskirt, mini purse Benzs, Beamers, Jags, bitches fiendin' get me ass Cuz I'm high, come and fuck this dick One hit, mommy was in love with it (she loved) Like drugs with it Can't get stuff then I cut up a nick That's that wave, Biggaveli I'm lovin' it (Oww oww) [Hook: French Montana] I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York I walk like, talk like Money, money, money You can smell it in my breath when I talk Goon Musik, we run New York Explain Request ×

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