Burry Me A G

[Intro: French Montana & DJ Whoo Kid] Whoo... Kid! Ah, man, turn my - turn my mic up, man Doo, doo doo, doo doo Doo, doo doo, doo doo Told 'em niggas, man We like, something like Vivian Green, man (Green) Like, going through emotional roller coaster, man This that blues music, you know? (Blues) French Montana Told ’em niggas we weren't compatible, man Third World, cocaine Let's get into it, uh [Hook: French Montana] I ain’t got time for bitches I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches Even if I die, bury me a G I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free [Verse 1: French Montana] Uh, you could know enough, but never know it all When it come to game, nigga, I done heard it all Shorty said she ain't fucking on the first night So I made a U-turn on the first right You gotta get it wrong just to get it right And you gotta pay the cost just to be the boss Bring her home and live for the moment And never go broke alone, that's the street omen Same shit, different smell, different toilet And niggas live, but never tell the same story Very special, CI, Dutches Weed, four hour stay on me Got me squatting like a nigga on the Back shots, nigga, it's the M-O-B [Hook: French Montana] I ain't got time for bitches I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches Even if I die, bury me a G I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free I ain't got time for bitches I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches Even if I die, bury me a G I’d rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free [Verse 2: Dame Grease] I ain’t got time for the game playing Sipping the cru, we keep it close and let the MAC spray And niggas get dough, we never mind what the cops say Keeping it G from NY to LA Nigga, it's me, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame Aw, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame I love it when lil mama give me brain, she’s a genius In the back seat of the Range, oh, Jesus Making toes curl, she's a very naughty girl She's a very fuzzy chick, she can make you spin and grip And she don't got no time for the games, it’s a business Call the street business, but she's independent Turning tricks around the clock, lawyers, doctors and cops The only thing she ask the Lord for the love, it's hot, aw [Hook: French Montana] I ain't got time for bitches I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches Even if I die, bury me a G I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free I ain't got time for bitches I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches Even if I die, bury me a G I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free [Outro: Eric Herman] Elephants, I like elephants Elephants, I like elephants I like how they swing through trees Elephants... No! What?