These Bitches

By Curren$y

On New Jet City

Released on February 3, 2013

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[Chorus: French Montana]

On it, your bitch callin'

Said she on the pill and she rollin', dawg

She want it all night long

Straight cash, all I want

Them doors go up on that Lam'

Bitches suck it off with no hands

She want me spend this cash, I won't

I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone


[Verse 1: French Montana]

Too much goin' on to think about

I just need some good head, baby, think it out

I slam doors on your favorite whores

Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost

Can't run, nigga, pray

Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off the yay

Them nightmares come true fast

Shinin' on your TV, nigga, newsflash

School of hard knock, pocket all knots

In that small box, make a young niggas grow fast

Montana, fast money with his slow ass

You fuck-niggas stinkin' with your old ass

What's in my pocket is your whole stash

I'm ridin' slow, you niggas talkin' fast

Rollin', nigga pop a pill and I'm rollin'


[Chorus: French Montana]

On it, your bitch callin'

Said she on the pill and she rollin', dawg

She want it all night long

Straight cash, all I want

Them doors go up on that Lam'

Bitches suck it off with no hands

She want me spend this cash, I won't

I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone


[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Six hundred a bottle, bring ten

No sparklers, too much attention, drawin' stalkers

Bitches be fishing for ballers, I'm bossin'

New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys

To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas

Disappearing with your broad at three in the mornin'

Penthouse, hotel room cards, big dog

Underground rap star, I can't lay down too long, baby

Plus I know your man's at home goin' crazy

And in my world you know the game ain't waitin'

For no nigga who puttin' pussy before paper

So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up

I hate to be the reason you and ol' boy breakup

I wake up, bake up, night time, smoke a stage up

Count cake up, good time, all mine

Montana, Andretti, Coke Wave, Jet Life


[Chorus: French Montana]

Your bitch callin'

Said she on the pill and she rollin', dawg

She want it all night long

Straight cash, all I want

Them doors go up on that Lam'

Bitches suck it off with no hands

She want me spend this cash, I won't

I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone