Dust

[Intro: French Montana]

Belly

You know what it is

[Verse 1: French Montana]

Four wheeler, jet skis, Puerto Rican waters

Cash for foreigns, call me Aston Martin Lawrence

Florence the Machine, hunnid round machine of Florence

In the hood robbin', Robin Hood feed the homeless

Don't seek in them seekin' homies, Jay, Wes, and Otis

Rip top on my wrist and Lotus

Hurricane Chris left hook, Westbrook

Diamond chains have you lookin' like Sticky Fingaz

I be RZA with the technique, my V 103 like Greg Street

That's straight cash, me and Belly with a hundred Arabs

40 sound like a plane crash

[Chorus: Belly]

I can't get away, money keep on fallin' (Fallin')

Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear it keep on callin' (Callin')

I can't get away, keep on falling (Fallin')

Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear it keep on calling (Callin')

[Verse 2: Belly]

I've been realer, my pen iller (Ayy)

You softer than Ben Stiller in a chinchilla (Yeah)