"The Race" lyrics
French Montana & Max B Lyrics
[Max B:]
Montaga, M-m-murda
Simon Swann, tell me what's the type of shit these niggas really on?
I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off
Milli worth the jewels, thirty thousand on the cloth
I ain't never tricked me, thirty thousand on the slot
Popping bottles on the top
Fellas, we be sitting right here some more
I been running up a bag, now it's time to get some more
Stepping out the water like I'm Bruce Lee, boy with the glow
I can't fuck with Bigger Valley, he be cheating on the low
Spend the weekend with your hoe, never beating on the low
Baby when you get the creepin' you just keep it on the low
We could travel to the ocean, I be leapin' out the boat
Man when you see us in the streets, don't we think this shit is sweet?
I got the steppers, they be all over the states (All over the states)
Nigga fresh about the time, I don't care where you're at
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (To your place)
Nigga just pop a tag, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up with stomach in your face (Stomach in your face)
Niggas who ain't even in the race (Head, Montana)
[French Montana:]
She off that Don Julio, actin' Fulio
Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after
Taste so good, make her wanna lick the wrapper
School a hard knock, got it from the sauce
Turnin' money up, turnin' bitches off
Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off
She a full course meal, mami got the sauce
Keep your heart'cause these hoes vicious
We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal
We spoil you loyal bitches
Still be reppin' for my dawg
Fuck the other side
Only dead presidents make her come alive
Mariko and my me screaming, ay papi
I seen a lot of thangs but surely top three
Coke way boys gotta dope 'em up
Tell her keep her face down, get her motion up (Hey)
[Max B:]
Man when you see us in the streets, don't we think this shit is sweet?
I got the steppers, they be all over the states (All over the states)
Nigga fresh about the time, I don't care where you're at
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (To your place)
Nigga just pop a tag, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up with stomach in your face (Stomach in your face)
Niggas who ain't even in the race
Montaga, M-m-murda
Simon Swann, tell me what's the type of shit these niggas really on?
I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off
Milli worth the jewels, thirty thousand on the cloth
I ain't never tricked me, thirty thousand on the slot
Popping bottles on the top
Fellas, we be sitting right here some more
I been running up a bag, now it's time to get some more
Stepping out the water like I'm Bruce Lee, boy with the glow
I can't fuck with Bigger Valley, he be cheating on the low
Spend the weekend with your hoe, never beating on the low
Baby when you get the creepin' you just keep it on the low
We could travel to the ocean, I be leapin' out the boat
Man when you see us in the streets, don't we think this shit is sweet?
I got the steppers, they be all over the states (All over the states)
Nigga fresh about the time, I don't care where you're at
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (To your place)
Nigga just pop a tag, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up with stomach in your face (Stomach in your face)
Niggas who ain't even in the race (Head, Montana)
[French Montana:]
She off that Don Julio, actin' Fulio
Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after
Taste so good, make her wanna lick the wrapper
School a hard knock, got it from the sauce
Turnin' money up, turnin' bitches off
Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off
She a full course meal, mami got the sauce
Keep your heart'cause these hoes vicious
We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal
We spoil you loyal bitches
Still be reppin' for my dawg
Fuck the other side
Only dead presidents make her come alive
Mariko and my me screaming, ay papi
I seen a lot of thangs but surely top three
Coke way boys gotta dope 'em up
Tell her keep her face down, get her motion up (Hey)
[Max B:]
Man when you see us in the streets, don't we think this shit is sweet?
I got the steppers, they be all over the states (All over the states)
Nigga fresh about the time, I don't care where you're at
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (To your place)
Nigga just pop a tag, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up with stomach in your face (Stomach in your face)
Niggas who ain't even in the race
