Lyrics I'm Lit - French Montana

I'm Lit

Made milli’s off Ciroc, French Vanilla, me and Diddy
Her legs up like a field goal, my God (Whoop)
Hundred chains on, jail pose, mob ties
I be in my bag, I be in my Birkin (Whoop)
Slid through the back, bulletproof Suburban
I’m lit (I'm lit), I’m lit (Ayy), I’m lit (Ayy)
Ayy, walk up on the shit, I’m lit (Skrrt)
New whip (New whip), new bitch (New bitch)
She just wanna fuck 'cause I’m lit
Trigger that bop, shorty on that demon time (Whoop)
Swallow, shorty on that demon time (Woo)
From the bottom, my homie on that demon time (Whoop)
She see the 'Gatti (Huh), shorty on that demon time
(Whoopty)
Nigga, I don’t talk, I let the money talk (Huh? Huh?)
Said she «Love the way I do my money walk» (Gang, gang)
I just caught a body, tell 'em «Bring the charge» (What, what)
I ain’t from Atlanta, but I keep a hawk (Keep a hawk)
She a bad bitch, ass on massive (Ass on massive)
Finna top it, as long as she ain’t toxic (Ain't toxic)
Finna pass it and brodie gon' catch it (Ayy)
New whip, ayy, new bitch, ayy
She just wanna fuck 'cause I’m lit, ayy
Shorty on that demon time
I’m lit (I'm lit), I’m lit (Ayy), I’m lit (Ayy)
Ayy, walk up on the shit, I’m lit (Skrrt)
New whip (New whip), new bitch (New bitch)
She just wanna fuck 'cause I’m lit
Trigger that bop, shorty on that demon time
Swallow, shorty on that demon time (Woo)
From the bottom, my homie on that demon time
She see the 'Gatti, shorty on that demon time
(Whoop)
(Whoop)