Weed & Drinks

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] White watch, white liquor Black and white girl, which one to pick bro It's a perfect picture, stop pose It's a perfect picture, fuck it [Verse 1: French Montana] Stop pose Make the biggest movies, top down we couping' Twelve ladies choosing, twelve Bentley's cruising Grind time we moving, told Flock' to scoop me I'm by the baggage claim, that package came Diamonds on my Automar, white tee with the Polo shorts Wrists about a house or two, imagine what that auto cost Uno, dos, loco money Took that top and cut it short Talk about that choo-choo money, fuck niggas know who to cross Blowing hella' steam, wavy like submarine Shorty give me head and wipe me off, now I'm cumming clean Come on shorty, stop that crime Drink that liquor, she drink that wine Hit that once, I don't call that mine Talk no money, don't call my line [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Twenty-five years old, seen a million plus Twenty-five years old, I've seen a million plus I'm like what the fuck is this Stress costs Grandma need medicine, stress costs My partner says his mama's lights got cut off Plus she's six months behind rent, what the fuck These niggas second guessing me I know the fucking recipe Balling, fuck a referee Hungry like a refugee Bricksquad Monopoly [Verse 3: Chinx] Bitches dig me when I ride Nigga feeling tipsy, got that remy on my mind Drop the top and let the breeze in All that fly shit wheeze in Competition slacking, in the back we got them wheezing Came up in the game Stumbled on some change Coke Boy, that Bricksquad, see every hood the same Styling on these bitches how I'm supposed to My Bentley go coastal Money long, match the numbers in my social Seven-sixty twirler Nigga got me early Never hit the party unless they let me sneak my girl in We all about it Top off the coupe, I'm trying to crawl up out it Coke Boy, nigga tell your girl about it