[Chorus: French Montana]

Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen’
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, until I die for dis bitch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis 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 Hen'
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 bluffing'
Now I know you n***as real well
Shoot you and you still tell
Bout to get my n***a on that pill bail
Man you gon see this shit real, when that fo’ fo’ come out
These rap n***as poppin pills and that homo come out
This that co-caine, 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 Hen’
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, until I die for dis bitch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis 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 gangsterrrr
They walkin' witta 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 mane?
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
You ain't getting money bruh, you ain't selling fish scale
You ain't ever high as me, I smoke a lotta weed
Pop a lotta pills, drink liquor, sip a lotta lean
Blow about a hundred G's, and I'mo keep it street
Still draped up in diamonds with a white T
[Chorus: French Montana]
Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin' syrup, drinking Hen'
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, until I die for dis bitch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis bitch
Is you a friend of me?
Is you an enemy?
Is you perpetrating?
Is you kidding me?

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
The ghetto, the street
Gangstas, ma chun[?]
Wake up music that I listen to, easily the gun—play
Comes to the residence of moms when i'm lookin for her son
Who done ran all the pile[?] for my cookin dope
Down south whippin cakes, like Betty Crocker
If yo' pockets stay with aids[?], come and see the doctor
Slanging weight, moving eight's, choppa's like a mobster
Weed got me in the clouds, like i'm Penna Tarcher[???]

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Cuz 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
They squealin' about me
Cause they knowing they can't compete
They came in the game too late to sell numbers like me
N***a 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 Hen'
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, until I die for dis bitch
On that hunt for that money, open eyes out dis bitch
Is you a friend of me?
Is you an enemy?
Is you perpetrating?
Is you kidding me?