"Free" lyrics

[French Montana:]
Yeah, yeah

Fly shit I put on, thousands on the feet
Ridin' through the Bronx, MAC under the seat
Poppy on the phone, I need another key
You payin' for them hoes, I get it for the free
Haan

[Dirtbike LB:]
Uh, I walk my dog with Hermès feet
Or probably Balenciagas
I got a 10 under my seat right now
I ain't think the smartest

[French Montana:]
All that twistin' fingers got 'em RICO charges
Sellin' out the Garden, you reap what you harvest
I copped the two-tone [?]
You seen my dog home, I know heard the rumours

[Dirtbike LB:]
I ain't fazed, told the plugs I'ma run it in a couple days, I ain't playin'
He run out of shells, go spin the block with them blades
Perc 30's causin' me pain, matter of fact, where the fuck are my shades?
Perccy dick for my bitch, narsayee, she gon' spend that shit on chains

[French Montana:]
Legit, it was copper flip, posted on the strip
Now legit, I know niggas sick, I could buy the strip
Chase a bag, run another lap, 'round the world and back
Shorty bad, go and run the tab, bring 'em, never take 'em back
Tryna take you home, baby, come be cool
You know I'm the one [?]
Coke wave boys, they do the dance
Niggas out here hatin', tryna stop us but we too advanced

Fly shit I put on, thousands on the feet
Ridin' through the Bronx, MAC under the seat
Poppy on the phone, I need another key
You payin' for them hoes, I get it for the free
Haan

[Young Adz:]
Thank God London don't do RICOs, they woulda had me stressed
I came in clean, Hermès crocodiles, I'm the young Hugh Heff'
Before I take her shoppin', that hoe better pass her test
My Vegas hoe been sniffin' too much coke, her heart's a mess
We smokin' Gushers, her pussy got a squirt button
She keep on gushin', I'ma sing straight to this hoe like Usher
We don't use rubbers and we've known killers and known shottas
Ain't have no blicky, bro sliced him with a cold cutlass
My Patek Everose, my AP tourbillion, you know?
The way she count this hundred thousand turn me on, you know?
I don't get high, I relapse, get me started, it's a month
This old hoe so turnt, I keep forgettin' she's a mum
And I'm thinkin' to myself, I'm thinkin' she the one
Keepin' things to myself and I keep a gun
Bro skipped the country, firearm charge, had to do the run
And I don't want her to leave but I'll spend a mill' if she movin' on

[French Montana:]
Fly shit I put on, thousands on the feet
Ridin' through the Bronx, MAC under the seat
Poppy on the phone, I need another key
You payin' for them hoes, I get it for the free
Haan