Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Want From Me , by - French Montana. Song from the album Goon Music 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.05.2009
Record label: Evil Empire
Song language: English
What You Want From Me |
| Boss Don Biggavel' |
| Beanie Sigel, yeah |
| What you want from me |
| Roll the blunt for me |
| Hold me down, me down |
| Roll this, slut, for me |
| I’m tryna bone |
| Me down, me down |
| We sit comfortably |
| Max B, I’m feelin' wavy in this bitch |
| Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let’s get it |
| If it cost to be the boss, I could flip the bill |
| Ball like Chris Paul and I don’t push the pill |
| I just move the rock, I’m a boss, bitch, rich or not |
| It’s what you keep not what you cop |
| Ya niggas talkin' what you used to do |
| What they used to have, how much coke that they used to grab |
| Man we doin' it, y’all done it, yeah y’all ran it, but we run it |
| Shit, if we don’t got it (we don’t want it) |
| We don’t' chase paper, we catch it |
| Back and forth trips to the desert |
| I’m tryna hit my number twice then press it |
| This money long like cigarette boats |
| We 'bout to blow it like cigarette smoke |
| Nigga we eatin' |
| You niggas wearin' fake jewelry (Cheatin') |
| Man I’m a boss, I don’t count paper I way it |
| And I don’t place bets I lay it |
| And I don’t kill niggas I «Okay» it |
| Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes |
| Competition, I like dikes |
| Like to get tipsy, tricksy crammed in |
| Niggas you think hot, Bigga, he can’t stand them, damn them |
| I can give a fuck what you niggas think, I’m gettin' paid |
| Penthouse, givin' dick to maids |
| Hit the Spades, Black jack, 21, pitty-pat |
| See you with' your chain, better gimme that |
| Bitch, Mac Book Pros all over |
| Tact took stacks, shook pros all over |
| I got goons that’ll flip and just give 'em the word |
| Ya know, while I sit in the Bird |
| Got the boy seeds as in Allah |
| My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah |
| Pussy was my alibi |
| Even though, I was in the cut makin' music |
| Ay, booty baby’ll get ya paid |
| I can get ya laid off the pimpy, simply |
| Just kuz I’m the guy |
| Bitches got 'em like Mardi Gras, sit the potty high |
| I’m a shit on you bitch-made, switchblade |
| I’ll cut you niggas face, whachu want from me |
| Any set get mashed on, y’all homo niggas makin' fag corn |
| Who gave these niggas platform? |
| Get the money, then the power, then respect |
| I don’t step on niggas toes, step on niggas necks |
| Nigga check, gave life to the game, say thank you |
| We don’t wanna plate, niggas want the whole table |
| Gave you niggas Coke Wave, Quarantine, Cocaine Konvict |
| Grand Cru with the sour deez |
| Cough, have ya brains leakin' out (Prego sauce) |
| A nigga cross us, die on the cross |
| They want beef, what kinda sauce |
| I push a 911, kinda Porsche |
| Boss Don, Mac, Beans |
| Niggas off the wall like a flat screen, what’s happening |
| Shit don’t stop |
| Max, Mac N Cheese, talk to 'em Mack |
| It’s The Broad Street Bully, The Silver Surfa |
| Catch the wave, pull a stop on the 'caine, or I stretch the gauge |
| 100 grand, rubber bands in the duffle |
| 100-shot Mac, leather strap with the muzzle |
| Rip anything that I spit on |
| Fuck if it’s my beef, any fuckin' set could get dipped on |
| Kill with the chips or, Max cut the checks and the shit’s on |
| Duck-Hunt these birds till clips gone |