French Montana & Max B
Waavvy (Fuck Jim Jones)
[Max]
I'm goin' on this boss shit
Shit ain't get no spins (not at all)
We hard on that Cocaine City, baby
Boss Don Biggavel, Frenchy (800,000 strong)
Oh, we them n***as, baby
This Gain Greene, let's get 'em
We got that wave, oh yeah
Oh we gon' make it a wave, baby
Get yo n***as in the loop real quick
Frenchy, Biggavel
Let's do it baby


[Hook : Max B]
Now how this mufucka can't even come here no more
N***a, you not from 15
N***a, you not next to me (nope)
Ain't even in the ghetto
Now why don't you tell me why you don't love Max B no mo' (tell 'em why)
Cuz your n***a not workin' for free (nope)
N***a, that change not for me
50,000 on my [?]


[Verse 1 : French Montana]
I got beef with some n***as on the other side of town
Holla at my n***a Max B, shit wavy now
I see you n***as lookin' funny, I just laugh
Keep lookin' funny, sell your soul for that money
But don't play with me, baby
I see you wifin' them hoes. What's up Chrissy, baby?
First Tyson had it, than [?] had it, then Alpo had it
And you gettin' married
Fuck n***a hatin' from the start
Cuz we exposed your punk ass runnin' out the park
N***a you got sugar in your heart, and that's real rap
You waited for Stack to die, so you could build Max
Rhinestone jewels, the only thing dripping is your hair
4-5 lift 'em up, in the air
First Cam left ya, then Max left ya
The whole Harlem left ya (daamn, homie)
[Hook]


After Ballin', damn he fell off
N***as hit him so hard
Homie, his ring fell off (Tru what up?)
I drop a dough off, mac go off
Top your head blow off, tryna be a show-off
Man, you obvious, n***a
But your arms to short to box
Like that Three 6 Mafia n***a
Respect go further than love
I keep squeezin', till that heat burn through the glove
Purple label with the purple kush, from Baltimore
We ran her like Charli Baltimore
There's wrong n***as in wrong positions
That make wrong decisions
Get you caught up in all o' this shit
There's mo' money mo' bitches mo' burners
Long as the coke price is up, n***a its mo' murders
Homie, your boy nervous
I get 'em washed up, cleaned out
Doctors will dry 'em up, n***a, full service

[Hook]

[French]
Aye n***a, this Cocaine City
French Montana!
Before I say anything, man
Shoutout to Harlem, that's my second home
Free! Bruno!
My n***a Max, man, he told that shit wasn't wavy over there
Ain't no money over there
That's all I'm sayin'
Feel lotta personal shit goin' on with this shit, man
You better be listenin' to music
You know what the fuck is goin' on, man
And there's certain n***as that let shit slide
And there's certain n***as that just (you know I mean?) don't let shit slide
Lotta fuck n***as try lotta fuck shit, you know what I'm sayin'?