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is u kiddin' me? - french montana lyrics

[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?

- french montana lyrics

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