Me Too

[Intro: Max B & French Montana] Yeah Montana, Don Veli Rails, what's poppin'? 40, I see you, baby, let's roll Yeah [Verse 1: Max B] I gave 'em my signature on the C-note When it come to these speakers, I'm the keynote Glock 19 tucked in the peacoat (Peacoat) I'm a peacock, she like to deepthroat, ma Do new tricks, get it all clean Quarter million on the truck, I'ma get it all green Don't you fuck with them EMGs, niggas all team Black, Stevie, and more, been across seas We be on patrol, money won't fold Sweet and sour on the bagel, honеy on the roll Tryna show my man the globe, but Donniе on parole, damn P.O. a dick, money on patrol, damn I been chose, better off road Don Veli on the building, letters all bold I just hit me a royal flush, better off fold On the oven, I bake cakes, but better on the stove, yeah [Verse 2: French Montana] If you wanna make one million, you gotta make two Say don't bring sand to the beach, I brought the beach through (Haan) When New York fell off, Montana brought the East through (Ah) Malibu Estates, mansion on the beach, at least two (Haan) Don Tega, outer space with a bitch who can't breathe Rap a sixteen, but my contract like an athlete From birds on the block to the jet, CB on the wings Tell your big homie my watch cost a hundred billion streams When it come to Max, you know my name's Me Too 'Cause when he got the cash, I was like, "Me too" And when he got the drop, I was like, "Me too" When he almost got shot, I was like, "Me too" Man, this shit right here, dog, is just a preview Wave Gods on the way, Cosmo Brothers part two, haan [Chorus: Max B] Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto, me too Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle, me too Yeah, I'm fiendin' to hit the model, me too I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to I'm just tryna get my floss on, me too I'm tryna flow like the boss don, me too Big chain with the frost on, me too I need cool of that Pérignon, me too [Verse 3: Max B] You ain't fuckin' with them boys, they got a choice (They got a choice) Buttery flows and silk voices (Silk voices) See, I fuck with them hoes, I get 'em moist (I get 'em moist) Yeah, I own a black Rolls-Royce Like a building on wheels, hundred stacks peeled Lost in 2K20, run it back, chill Like the streets in '09, I want it back for real (Want it back) They want my face on a hundred-dollar bill Been in prison, twenty joints, ten-million-dollar deal, yeah You hear the sound, hit 'em off now If they started at the bottom, I'll get 'em off the ground, get up We in the jack, niggas all vets I could fuck around and resurrect the Dipsets, yeah Minus the Rell, minus the Writers (Fuck all that) Big Apple minus the ciders Tryna fuck Zendaya and Miley Cyrus, come on [Chorus: Max B] Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto, me too Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle, me too Yeah, I'm fiendin' to hit the model, me too I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to I'm just tryna get my floss on, me too I'm tryna flow like the boss don, me too Big chain with the frost on, me too I need cool of that Pérignon, me too Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto, me too Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle, me too Yeah, I'm fiendin' to hit the model, me too I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to I'm just tryna get my floss on, me too I'm tryna flow like the boss don, me too Big chain with the frost on, me too I need cool of that Pérignon, me too