This n That

[Intro: French Montana] (Wasn't for that) (It could be a better world) (If it wasn’t for this) (And wasn’t for that) If it wasn’t for this it wouldn’t be that You heard? Montana [Chorus: French Montana] Bad bitches, top down Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles And niggas broker than my pride We givin’ niggas what they want Dirty money we’ll be spendin’ Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’ Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Yeah – I remember nights on those porches I’m dreamin’ Porsches and Benzes Drinkin’ Hennessey plottin’ on other ways I could win Back in the day I was troubled when knickerbockers was in Mama off in the kitchen cookin’ my favourite again Had my sights on a million, most my niggas was dealin’ Stashin’ that work in them Civics, runnin’ that boy like Emmitt Hoppin’ up in that new Chevy, that bitch was too pussy tinted Heard them jack boys are lurkin’, bet I’ll be one of the victims A cold world, a cold world Tryin’ to make a dollar for my daughter and my ol’ girl Gotta make a way, I’m chasin’ paper, Maybach chauffeur If you don’t grind then you don’t shine, nigga, that’s word Eh, that’s word – I say “hey young world, how you doin’ today?” “You ever ran out of answers, all you could do is pray?” She told me “baby, you’ll recover” what my granny would say Don’t got no grudge with my daddy, a millionaire to this day I taught myself how to be a man, ain’t no father to thank I felt that nigga should be around just to show me the way Just know he wasn’t, I was out here thuggin’ Lookin’ at them dope boys stuntin’, fours on them Cutlass Pockets full of them hundreds, bitches love it, low-key in buckets No kind of budget, screamin’ “fuck it” when you came from nothin’ Came from nothin’, word… (If it wasn’t for this) (And wasn’t for that) [Chorus: French Montana] Bad bitches, top down Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles And niggas broker than my pride We givin’ niggas what they want Dirty money we’ll be spendin’ Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’ Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Okay I hustle, it’s off the muscle, this shit my religion Youngin focused, I’m on it, and I wanted to seize every figure Had to make our way out the struggle and sacrifice with decisions Ridin’ low in the Taurus, I always prayed for the Bentley Had a whole other mission, to get rich on you bitches Tired of goin’ to the bank and they say my funds insufficient Only one thing to do, I had to go out and get it Always wanted to ball, I had to play my position And I did just that, put on my city in fact I kept a mil’ in my safe, and plus there’s 12 in the gat 200k for the whip, you see the 30-day tag? I’m on a boat with some bitches, I give a fuck if you mad We livin’ – straight out the gutter to makin’ millions And I did it with real niggas (If it wasn’t for this) (And wasn’t for that) [Chorus: French Montana] Bad bitches, top down Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles And niggas broker than my pride We givin’ niggas what they want Dirty money we’ll be spendin’ Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’ Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute