[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby
It doesn’t even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this bitch, till I die for this bitch
On that hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
Is you a friend of me, is you an enemy
Is you perpetrating, is you kidding me?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Get a bottle, sip this yak, let's get this money
Is you with me when they clappin don’t be runnin?
All my partners smoking weed, poppin pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fuck them bitches, getting money, till the motherfucking end
Can't be real in the game full of suckers
When that mazi rolling up, all the bitches wanna fuck us
Stop bluffin
Now I know you n***as real well
Shoot you and you still tell
Bout to get my n***a on that [?] mane
Man you gon see this shit real, when the popo come out
These rap n***as poppin pills and that homo come out
This that Cocaine, juice, Pat, blue stacks
Brown paper bag at the dealer, tell that n***a throw the roof back
[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this bitch, till I die for this bitch
On that hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
Is you a friend of me, is you an enemy
Is you perpetrating, is you kidding me?

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
These n***as ain't real, and I can see that shit
They say they gangsters, they walk, they do the switch
They like to hang with street n***as for the street cred
They like to talk about what street n***as did
But what you did man?
N***a you ain't in no gang
N***a you ain't never bang
N***a you ain’t pushing things
Real recognise real, pussy n***as you can tell
We getting money bruh, you ain’t selling fish scaile
You ain't ever high as me, I smoke a lotta weed
I pop a lotta pills, drink a lotta liquor, sip a lotta Lean
Blow about a hundred G’s, cause Imma keep it street
Still draiped up in diamonds with a white T
[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this bitch, till I die for this bitch
On that hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
Is you a friend of me, is you an enemy
Is you perpetrating, is you kidding me?

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Ghetto, street
[?]
Music that I listen to, [?]
[?]
[?] cooking dope
Down south whippin cakes, like B Croccker
[?] see the doctor
Slanging weight, moving things, [?]
[?]

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
I grind like teeth, these n***as don’t like me
These n***as despise me, but these n***as don't want beef
They don't wanna be in these streets, these suckers looking for peace
To express their true feelings over, they feel about me
[?] cause they knowing they can't compete
They came in the game too late to do numbers like me
N***as think I ain't hood, where the fuck you think I'm from?
I wasn't born in the studio, on a fucking set of drums ho
[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny
Fucking bitches, chasing money 'til the motherfucking end baby
It doesn't even matter
All the money and the cars man, it doesn't even matter
Imma ride for this bitch, till I die for this bitch
On that hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch
Is you a friend of me, is you an enemy
Is you perpetrating, is you kidding me?