[Intro: Max B]
We got this thing
Call her
Goon Music 1.5: Doomship
Fire it up
French Montana
What's good bitch?
Ferg
Talk

[Verse 1: Max B]
I got these n***as
Beggin' me to stop
Beggin' me to not
They better me up to box
But I bounce back, kept it grungey
Wavy for the bitches in my lap
Got you n***as under wrap, like scrungey(?)
Little dude, big dick, never was hunky, n***a
Boy from the jungle, but never was a monkey (aah)
Stay in my lane
Spray at your brain
They wanted me out the game
But I hit 'em hard with the Trilogy
The Domain Collector's Edition
Stopped 'em from reaching this epitome
I'm a keep comin' with the good shit
Keep you n***a caught up in the lifestyle
I could put your lights out
I can get ya, nice house
Baby don't rush to take it, take a chill
I'm wavy with the whip appeal
Quick to kill
Any bitch n***a that say things
Sit your $5 ass down before I make change
[Hook: Max B]
Was it me?
Was it them?
Was it them?
Tell me what happened
I can't call it, officer, I wasn't there
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it him?
Scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air
It's the Coke Wave, life isn't fair

[Verse 2: French Montana]
(French!)
Wrist a hundred thou
Whip a hundred thou
My n***as hunt you down
Your bitch wipe me down
This I do it easy
Take two of these
Body the track, then I'm gonna loop the beat
I'm on fire
I'll shoot you on sight
Move work all day, count money all night
I go cop low tops, hundred pairs
If walls had ears, I'd do a hundred years
They throw darts
I throw back bullets
Close range shots, Kodak footage
I'm an astronaut, fuck a star
Homie, you don't really want what you askin' for
I play for keeps
Aston Mar with tornado(?) seats
Goon Musik with Dame Grease
Now Max and [?], Max and choppers
You need wires, tubes, mats and doctors
[Hook: Max B]
Was it me?
Was it them?
Was it them?
Tell me what happened
I can't call it, officer, I wasn't there
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it him?
Scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air
It's the Coke Wave, life isn't fair

[Verse 3: Hollywood Fergie]
700 for the kush, that's what Frenchy charge
I sip the Grand Cru, with dreams of fuckin' Remy Ma
I'm in the process of pickin' up where Pun left off
Let's have a contest
See how quick your gun let off
Come to my strip
You can see how quick I get that pist-ol
My form like [?]
Get your face ripped off
Gain Greene, you now rockin' with the renegades
East Coast warlords, and y'all n***as been afraid
Fire up the doomship
Grease, I'm ready to do this
Grease sittin' on damn near a hundred bricks of the smoothest
City of Cocaine, Public Domain
Used to be a no name, till I flipped the whole thing
Now we outta state, Miami every winter
I can't remember the last time I seen a snow flake
Bought a blue 650 with no deal
Y'all stick to the basics
I'm the glitch in the Matrix
[Hook: Max B]
Was it me?
Was it them?
Was it them?
Tell me what happened
I can't call it, officer, I wasn't there
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it him?
Scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air
It's the Coke Wave, life isn't fair