These b*tches lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana]
On it, your b*tch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
b*tches suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pus*y, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much going to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whores
n*ggas lost and won, some n*ggas won and lost
Can't run, n*gga pray
Toast up for my n*ggas, make a milli' off the yay
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your TV, n*gga, newsflash
School of hard knocks, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young n*ggas grow fast
Montana, fast money wid his slow ass
You f*ck n*ggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your whole stash
I'm riding slow, these n*ggas talking fast
Rolling, n*gga pop a pill and I'm rolling
[Chorus: French Montana]
On it, your b*tch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
b*tches suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pus*y, now I'm gone

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparklers, too much attention, drawing stalkers
b*tches be fishing for ballers, I'm bossing
New Orleans, Ferraris, Bentleys
To Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
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 going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no n*gga who putting pus*y before paper
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old 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]
On it, your b*tch calling
Said she on the pill and she rolling, dawg
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
b*tches suck it off with no hands
She want me spend this cash, I won't
I just hit that pus*y, now I'm gone