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)