Red Light

[Chorus: French Montana] (Then again, than again) Red light, green light, go Talk about the fast life, one night show (then again) Block hot, stash box closed You know I got it mapped out blacked out, woah (then again) [Verse 1: French Montana] Stash box you could fit a grown man in a John Lennon suit Shoot Hit your shoulders start spinning I be thinking 'bout my dog... While I'm starring down the bottle head Wish I could have stopped him then But you gotta live and learn Sour burn Money be the only thing Patience is a virtue, dedication: that be everything Black and yellow diamonds I be shinning like a Steeler Game is to be sold, we got it sold like a dealer Got a couple killings on my... Niggas hatin' so my... Hammer cocked Fresh drop Better watch your woman Hottest out the city Don't be silly Bitch I'm Cajun hot Fuck a cheque, paper tag Brown bag, latest drop [Chorus: French Montana] (Then again, than again) Red light, green light, go Talk about the fast life, one night show (then again) Block hot, stash box closed You know I got it mapped out blacked out, woah (then again) [Verse 2: Chinx] Look, I'm certified, all up over that stove mixin' Rose and patron mixin,' 4 vixens Weekends.. Nigga outta line, point the llama where your break is Coke Boys We gets Viscous on em' Yellow and the white stones glisten on em' R.Kelly days we was pissin' on em' But you wifed her (ew) Red light, green light Homie what it beez like Take a look, this is what them G's like (see em') I push up on your lady in a purple spider Fith of lean, jolly rancher, shake the sprite up Strictly 'bout my griz-ind Niggas being stingy, ain't no worries I'm gon' get mine (ugh) You hear me though [Chorus: French Montana] (Then again, than again) Red light, green light, go Talk about the fast life, one night show (then again) Block hot, stash box closed You know I got it mapped out blacked out, woah (then again) [Verse 3: Big Cheeze] Leave that crack baby alone Fuck with a Coke Boy For the low boy Under the radar, call me low boy I never slip Gucci red bottoms got rubber grip Chicken and waffles down in Atlanta on my southern shit (my southern shit) From the shottie to the drugs, know I pump shit From the slugs to the dubs, know I dump shit Shells got him laying in the street, on some bum shit All over some dumb shit Now a nigga on that run shit Bitches on some 'money make me cum' shit My boy coke touch his gums leave it numb shit I'm on some smoke sour all day, need another lung shit You know I smoke after I bust on some gun shit [Chorus: French Montana] (Then again, than again) Red light, green light, go Talk about the fast life, one night show (then again) Block hot, stash box closed You know I got it mapped out blacked out, woah (then again)