We Got Hoes

[Verse One: French Montana] Got 'em hangin off the rope Live from the coke Mr. Montana here it's the year for your folks You say how could you predict it When poverty restrict it And old niggas clogging up the arteries All I needs Three bad bitches on my lap Make it clap Here baby take a stack Get your hair done Don't worry where it came from My head numb Weed smoke Weed toke I'll tella we ride With the felonies homie Get caught with it then without it Drama got me riding with suicide doors thoughts Tryin' to make it outta court Got me beggin', for my life Pissin' all kinda shit Paranoid tryna tell my lawyer go all out for me Ride with me Do the back roll with my windows up Homie and my hat low Man it is what you make it Backblock dice game rolled on With the hoody on and the ice chain Montana [Chorus: Mike Shorey] It don't stop we on a mission Young niggas been getting money I listened How ya niggas think I got this position Speaking all facts and fiction? Don't you know Don't you know We got dough And we get low we get low On that dro You already know already know We got hoes Reek on the low on the low We get dough You already know