"Motion" lyrics
French Montana & Max B Lyrics
Yeah
Look
So street again
Take two of the finest niggas
From other sides of the planet
We link 'em up
It's Cosmos, baby, yeah
Niggas tryna stop the motion
Cosmos Bro, this shit was top-notch promotion
Shit that get me high, seat back when I'm coastin'
Shit that get me tired, kick it back when I'm roastin'
Champagne Clé, poppin' bottle and I toast 'em
Little like caboose, run train, no commotion
These niggas wanna choose, big chain, I be chokin'
Nigga want a deuce, pop bottles and I smoke shit, oh
Boss Don hit different
Mailman, I deliver the package and gift it
Bitch shit fat, I slap her ass when she's shiftin'
Big kickbacks, cashin' out, but I spent it
Crashin' out, goin' back, I was tempted
Plenty expenses, it hit me extensive
I'm tryna eat, drop fifty on my dentures
I ain't miss a beat, I'm Kunta Kinte in the trenches
Got a fine bitch, petite, tight like my riches
Gucci sweatsuits at the sneaker conventions
Our time is now, there's no one else to mention
V12 Benz, rear four-wheel suspension, oh
Niggas tryna stop the motion
Cosmos Bro, this shit was top-notch promotion
Shit that get me high, seat back when I'm coastin' (Nigga, what up?)
Shit that get me tired, kick it back when I'm roastin'
Champagne Clé, poppin' bottle and I toast 'em (Pop)
Little like caboose, run train, no commotion
These niggas wanna choose, big chain, I be chokin'
Nigga want a deuce, pop bottles and I smoke shit, oh (Montana)
I don't pop bottle, I smoke shit
Up about a hundred million dollars and I don't post shit, I post it (Woo)
Crib in each coast, I'm coasting
Every left-wing, right-wing bitches get losted, exhausting (Ah)
Still hustle more than I'm tosting
Went to jail and my dogs still gettin' brown from Boston, flossing (Ah)
Still never ask what it costing
Hot chrome, if you ain't gettin' crossed out, then you gettin' crossed in (Baow, baow, baow)
The type of moves, bankrolls, no type of rules (Woo)
Three strikes, two bitches, and one life to lose
Do it with my eyes closed, nigga, we the Cosmos Brothers
Droppin' hints on you niggas, twenty-four summers (Ha)
Niggas tryna stop the motion
Cosmos Bro, this shit was top-notch promotion
Shit that get me high, seat back when I'm coastin'
Shit that get me tired, kick it back when I'm roastin'
Champagne Clé, poppin' bottle and I toast 'em
Little like caboose, run train, no commotion
These niggas wanna choose, big chain, I be chokin'
Nigga want a deuce, pop bottles and I smoke shit, oh
Look
So street again
Take two of the finest niggas
From other sides of the planet
We link 'em up
It's Cosmos, baby, yeah
Niggas tryna stop the motion
Cosmos Bro, this shit was top-notch promotion
Shit that get me high, seat back when I'm coastin'
Shit that get me tired, kick it back when I'm roastin'
Champagne Clé, poppin' bottle and I toast 'em
Little like caboose, run train, no commotion
These niggas wanna choose, big chain, I be chokin'
Nigga want a deuce, pop bottles and I smoke shit, oh
Boss Don hit different
Mailman, I deliver the package and gift it
Bitch shit fat, I slap her ass when she's shiftin'
Big kickbacks, cashin' out, but I spent it
Crashin' out, goin' back, I was tempted
Plenty expenses, it hit me extensive
I'm tryna eat, drop fifty on my dentures
I ain't miss a beat, I'm Kunta Kinte in the trenches
Got a fine bitch, petite, tight like my riches
Gucci sweatsuits at the sneaker conventions
Our time is now, there's no one else to mention
V12 Benz, rear four-wheel suspension, oh
Niggas tryna stop the motion
Cosmos Bro, this shit was top-notch promotion
Shit that get me high, seat back when I'm coastin' (Nigga, what up?)
Shit that get me tired, kick it back when I'm roastin'
Champagne Clé, poppin' bottle and I toast 'em (Pop)
Little like caboose, run train, no commotion
These niggas wanna choose, big chain, I be chokin'
Nigga want a deuce, pop bottles and I smoke shit, oh (Montana)
I don't pop bottle, I smoke shit
Up about a hundred million dollars and I don't post shit, I post it (Woo)
Crib in each coast, I'm coasting
Every left-wing, right-wing bitches get losted, exhausting (Ah)
Still hustle more than I'm tosting
Went to jail and my dogs still gettin' brown from Boston, flossing (Ah)
Still never ask what it costing
Hot chrome, if you ain't gettin' crossed out, then you gettin' crossed in (Baow, baow, baow)
The type of moves, bankrolls, no type of rules (Woo)
Three strikes, two bitches, and one life to lose
Do it with my eyes closed, nigga, we the Cosmos Brothers
Droppin' hints on you niggas, twenty-four summers (Ha)
Niggas tryna stop the motion
Cosmos Bro, this shit was top-notch promotion
Shit that get me high, seat back when I'm coastin'
Shit that get me tired, kick it back when I'm roastin'
Champagne Clé, poppin' bottle and I toast 'em
Little like caboose, run train, no commotion
These niggas wanna choose, big chain, I be chokin'
Nigga want a deuce, pop bottles and I smoke shit, oh
