Said N Done Lyrics - French Montana

Oh my god, oh my god 

Blocka, blocka, big up, big up 

It's the Coke Boy nigga 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 fuck with the flow I got 

City just turned into the oh I ride 

Pretty motherfucker 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, cocaine for the bitches 

Chain tucked in cause I came for the business 

Dope 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 

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Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot 

Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot 

Taught the bitch, 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, bitch 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, nigga hop out 

Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out? 

Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay 

Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah 

Does the chain swing on me now? 

Harlem World'll 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 pussy 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 nigga 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!