[Intro: Max B]
Fraud
Montana, what's good?
Veli, yeah
[Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
Bulletproof Maybach (Skrrt)
Shoot a few (Baow-baow), payback
Blow a few, stay back (Stay back)
Dick sucks, I lay back
[Post-Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
Me and my nigga French, we go way back (Way back)
I only been home a week and took the game back
Quit copyin' my style, you such a lame ass
Your style is on the trap, such a plain ass
[Verse 1: Max B]
See everybody leave, but you can't match
Hit the studio, switch to Superman, and change back
Bitch, what you lyin' for? I ain't even say that
Got the best catalog, every song's a playback
Shit me and Frenchie do, tell me, could you make that?
I was locked up in the box, broke and naked
Demons kept me up at night, couldn't seem to shake it
Whitey's got us down, said we not supposed to make it
[Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
Bulletproof Maybach (Skrrt)
Shoot a few (Baow-baow), payback
Blow a few, stay back (Stay back)
Dick sucks, I lay back
Bulletproof Maybach (Skrrt)
Shoot a few (Baow-baow), payback
Blow a few, stay back (Stay back)
Dick sucks (Skrrt), I lay back
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Niggas took my style and got comfortable, tell 'em run with it (Haan)
I ain't never simple, but bitches, I got enough of them (Never)
Fuck the money, do it for the street, we havin' fun with it
When you sign up for this shit, you with whatever come with it (Woo)
When them bodies started droppin', we was on the run with it (Baow, baow, baow)
Max pressure, 'bout to max the game, we gone run with it (Ah)
RM two-tone, Cuban link the bezel (Bing)
Niggas frauds, they just wanna press charges and settle (Ha)
Killers takin' stands (Stands), bitches makin' bands
Interrogation rooms (Rooms), that's bad for the brand
Toe-tag fuck niggas, make them hoes trendy (Haan)
Change planes, Global Express in case it's windy (Montana)
[Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
Bulletproof Maybach (Skrrt)
Shoot a few (Baow-baow), payback
Blow a few, stay back (Stay back)
Dick sucks, I lay back
[Post-Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
Me and my nigga French, we go way back (Way back)
I only been home a week and took the game back
Quit copyin' my style, you such a lame ass
Your style is on the trap, such a plain ass
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