Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triple Double, artist - French Montana. Album song Mac and Cheese, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2017
Record label: Platinum Town
Song language: English
Triple Double |
Every day get paid, straight hustle |
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Triple double, triple double, triple double |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Highed up, thinking bout the best move next |
Like fuck jet blue, I need a blue jet |
Never underestimate the underdog greed |
Best thing came up out the north east |
Came up, what a hell of a man |
4−4, long nose, call me elephant man |
Drag the nigga from the bottom of the bottom, homie I could tell |
From crabs in the bucket to the lobster tail |
Back in my living room shack, work flipped in back |
Nigga trippin the set, I gotta lick here |
Now a nigga show is by the brick here |
Like fuck a good day, this a good year |
Every day get paid, straight hustle |
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Triple double, triple double, triple double |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Today was a good day, great day |
Yeah, it was a pay day |
So make way for motherfuckers only bout that grade-A |
Making money now, what the fuck you talkin bout |
When these bitches start trippin we just lock em out |
Gotta bounce, and that’s a regular day |
For that independent rap shit, I’m paving the way |
They hatin the way that I’m bathing in Ape |
Plus I’m coming for your neck, better make your escape |
I came in shittin, wood grain grippin |
Bitches on that Cobain, cocaine sniffin |
But they just on a quest to be some rock stars |
We party hard and we duckin from them cop cars |
This Mac Miller, Montana |
Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera |
Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands |
You don’t gotta love the music, but respect the man |
Every day get paid, straight hustle |
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Triple double, triple double, triple double |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Get me on the court and I’m |
Troubling the exotic sports car, no top |
Something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it |
They don’t make this for novice, they make these for pilots |
On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel |
Hater tryna throw mud, it’s love |
I came out standing steel |
What’s really real when these bitches behaving |
Like nimphos, all sex crazy |
My home girl Molly came got it poppin |
I’m just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket |
Like that high karate — She won’t kick it, sit by me |
Come over to the crib, get hit by me |
Woke her up and told er get that money to them lames |
You were sent by me, it’s jet life over here partner |
And plus nobody I know got popped in |
New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes |
Avoid potholes on these streets, Andretti |
Every day get paid, straight hustle |
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Triple double, triple double, triple double |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em |
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double |