"Metro Wave" lyrics
French Montana, Max B & Metro Boomin Lyrics
[Max B:]
Want it to sound right?
Narcos Music
Cokeway Boys
Ace Bigger Bell Dog Montego
Metro
Fuck with this shit right here though
We don't give a fuck, let's go, yeah
Pop the double R, bring the truck out
Bitches bulletproof, I got my nuts out
X about to dawn, I bring the sluts out
Them niggas luckin' up, you niggas luckin' out
Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out
I did a seven ball, I had to thug it out
I'm flooded out, bring the Louis luggage out
This bitch flirting, I'm 'bout to come to your house
Unbutton her blouse, I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth
She 'bout to make a plea, I'ma come on the couch
The slabs of shrimp, I'm done with the pouch
We run New York, but I fuck with the south
You hate me, new AP, ooh baby
New Mercedes, new paper, new caper, new blazer
Look what you made me
Tryna screw you, get'em drippin'
Sippin' sixty, made a mil on day three
I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more
Look at what became of me (Montana)
[French Montana:]
Silk tops, D.P. suits, sip mo juice
Rari trucks and bent coupes, got no roof
And them bros off the PEM juice they so loose
Can't penetrate the dream team, we bulletproof
About to park the coupe, bring the truck out
About to go and grab the bags, break the fuck out
Grab them bitches tell them hoes, make the fuck out
I got the cash tell heck to bring the stuff out
And we don't coach ya, it don't matter what's out (What's out)
Eighteen years later, bigger valley, fresh out (Fresh out)
Countin' 18 million cash to get the stress out (Get the stress out)
We them boys runnin' through 'em, bring your best out (Yeah)
Hittin' hills, bad bitches kick the rest out (Kick the rest out)
We ain't chasin' moments, we ain't gotta rush out (Gotta rush out)
Layin' on his back, he came in with his chest out (With his chest out)
Eli Musk flip the bird, put the X out (Yeah)
[Max B:]
You hate me, new AP, ooh baby
New Mercedes, new paper, new caper, new blazer
Look what you made me
Tryna screw you, get'em drippin'
Sippin' sixty, made a mil on day three
I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more
Look at what became of me
Look at what became of me
Look at what became of me
Want it to sound right?
Narcos Music
Cokeway Boys
Ace Bigger Bell Dog Montego
Metro
Fuck with this shit right here though
We don't give a fuck, let's go, yeah
Pop the double R, bring the truck out
Bitches bulletproof, I got my nuts out
X about to dawn, I bring the sluts out
Them niggas luckin' up, you niggas luckin' out
Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out
I did a seven ball, I had to thug it out
I'm flooded out, bring the Louis luggage out
This bitch flirting, I'm 'bout to come to your house
Unbutton her blouse, I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth
She 'bout to make a plea, I'ma come on the couch
The slabs of shrimp, I'm done with the pouch
We run New York, but I fuck with the south
You hate me, new AP, ooh baby
New Mercedes, new paper, new caper, new blazer
Look what you made me
Tryna screw you, get'em drippin'
Sippin' sixty, made a mil on day three
I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more
Look at what became of me (Montana)
[French Montana:]
Silk tops, D.P. suits, sip mo juice
Rari trucks and bent coupes, got no roof
And them bros off the PEM juice they so loose
Can't penetrate the dream team, we bulletproof
About to park the coupe, bring the truck out
About to go and grab the bags, break the fuck out
Grab them bitches tell them hoes, make the fuck out
I got the cash tell heck to bring the stuff out
And we don't coach ya, it don't matter what's out (What's out)
Eighteen years later, bigger valley, fresh out (Fresh out)
Countin' 18 million cash to get the stress out (Get the stress out)
We them boys runnin' through 'em, bring your best out (Yeah)
Hittin' hills, bad bitches kick the rest out (Kick the rest out)
We ain't chasin' moments, we ain't gotta rush out (Gotta rush out)
Layin' on his back, he came in with his chest out (With his chest out)
Eli Musk flip the bird, put the X out (Yeah)
[Max B:]
You hate me, new AP, ooh baby
New Mercedes, new paper, new caper, new blazer
Look what you made me
Tryna screw you, get'em drippin'
Sippin' sixty, made a mil on day three
I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more
Look at what became of me
Look at what became of me
Look at what became of me
