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lirik lagu nothing to think about (remix) – french montana

[french montana:]
it’s nothing to think about
montana man

[hook]
[french montana:]
i be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
i be pitchin’ till everything gone, it’s nothing to think about
i’m working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
i be pitchin’ till everything gone, it’s nothing to think about
yeah (it’s nothing to think about)
yeah (it’s nothing to think about)
i’ma get to the money (money)
i’ma get to the money (money)

[verse 1]
[french montana:]
after hours, four hoes, flying spur, four-door
stay strapped, 4-4, i can never go broke
hatin’ on a n-gg-, d-ckridin’ when they see him
in the club tryna keep up with ya re-up, f-ck n-gg- what it ain’t
you the boss, let ’em hate
bad b-tches bring ’em in, boyfriend number two
never cuddling, come again, baby don’t be feelin’ that (feelin’ that)
coke wave gargamel a hit ’em back
gtc with the ceilin’ back (ceilin’ back)
homie, wrist white, bricks white, we be dealin’ that
know you n-gg-z feelin’ that (feelin’ that)
homie, macaroni, he be peelin’ that, dog ’em then send ’em back
n-gg- i’m the hottest n-gg- out, f-ck a punchline, played out
go two-player when it’s crunchtime, lunch time
checks lookin’ healthy (healthy) b-tches on a n-gg- (n-gg-)
you know coke wave be the n-gg-z, montana b-tch

[verse 2]
[al pac:]
i’ll leak you dude, what it do, f-ck these chickens, stack my loot
n-gg-z wanna ride the wave, i’m switchin’ to a different loop
every week a different coupe, everyday a different sm-t
bigga told me “peezly, f-ck these haters, get them bigger bucks”
now i gotta get it in, n-gg-z can’t f-ck with him
al pac, montana, n-gg-z can’t f-ck with them
got the streets in a frenzy, all the real n-gg-z love us
coke wave, and we still riding on you m-th-f-ckas
front, i’ma lay you down, get outta line, spray a pound
all about my money, i ain’t come here to play around
always on the grind, i got money on my mind
fow worth brick money, all these other n-gg-z dimes
got your wifey on my d-ck, all these b-tches screamin’, “oww”
never sound the same, every song is a different style
watch my fetti come and pile, trappin’ like it’s ’88
al pac, gain greene, n-gg-z gettin’ major cake (ay)

[verse 3]
[mac mustard:]
my n-gg-z point me in the right path and calculate the right math
a white pad can turn into some light cash
but if you go renegade, leave everything in sight smashed
baby talkin’ ’bout your money even in the white mask
i keep it in pure form, harder than lennox right jab
you workin’ your life away, still ain’t kissin’ the right -ss
this sh-t is ridiculous, your wifey promiscuous
and them n-gg-z in your hood ain’t feelin’ the sh-t you spit
let alone the world, this sh-t’ll make your bones curl
thought you was a player, why you chokin’ that girl
you’re losing your cool, we still makin’ our moves
jumpin’ from stu-to-stu to make it do what it do
whether it’s coke wave, menace from lenox, tip of the iceberg
we always got the right hooks, always say the right words
never catch us in tight furs, probably catch us on rikers
but we set trends, got new ways to cipher

- french montana

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