โหลดเพลง mp3 Said N Done - French Montana

Said N Done - French Montana/A$AP Rocky
Written by：Earl Hood/Karim Kharbouch/Eric Goudy II/Rakim Mayers/Mary Cross/Johnnie Frierson
Oh my god oh my god
Blocka blocka big up big up
It's the coke boy ni**a with the A$AP mob
Oh my god oh my god

I see 'em hatin' on the boy huh

'Til I pull up on the boy huh

Oh my god oh my god

But you couldn't f**k with the flow I got

City just turned into the oh I ride

Pretty motherf**ker just stole my thot
Oh my god oh my god

Wake up wake up it's a stick up stick up
Look up look up it's a stick up stick up

I'ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter

Man they turned their back on your boy huh
You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh

My god oh my god

Heel up wheel up bring it back come rewind now
Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes

Skeet skeet skkrt coc*ine for the b**ches

Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
D**e to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes

Paid for the crib plus it came with the fridges

I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh

And they showing up to court huh

Dirty money ain't in the Forbes huh
Love my b**ch oh my gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the b**ch oh my oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god oh my god

With the spring springing on us and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us b**ch it's coming out

Weather weather for the winter Flacko bring 'em out
Bad mon a rude boy what the bombaclot
When it drop out ni**a hop out
Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out

Thing on me now hang on me now ay
Got the b**ch with me yeah gang with me now yeah
Does the chain swing on me now
Harlem World will lay you down made me down

Go hard or you go home

She love it when I hit her with my robe on

I couldn't ball had to hit the stove

We talkin' raw white California rolls

We talkin' top down California hoes

We talkin' small sandals got her on her toes
I don't ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS I'm the bomb
Cartagena Corleone

I'm gone do you smell aroma

Drinkin' smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot
Your p**sy wet don't lie
Oh my oh my god
Oh my god oh my god
Oh my god oh my god

Blocka blocka big up big up
It's the coke boy ni**a with the A$AP mob

Oh my god oh my god

She love when I hit her with my robe on

She love when I hit her with my gold on

Poppin' pills drink get your roll on

They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone

Montana