Burry Me A G lyrics - French Montana (feat. Dame Grease)

Whoo... Kid!

Ah, man, turn my - turn my mic up, man

Doo, doo doo, doo doo

Doo, doo doo, doo doo

Told 'em niggas, man

We like, something like Vivian Green, man (Green)

Like, going through emotional roller coaster, man

This that blues music, you know? (Blues)

French Montana

Told 'em niggas we weren't compatible, man

Third World, cocaine

Let's get into it, uh

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

Uh, you could know enough, but never know it all

When it come to game, nigga, I done heard it all

Shorty said she ain't fucking on the first night

So I made a U-turn on the first right

You gotta get it wrong just to get it right

And you gotta pay the cost just to be the boss

Bring her home and live for the moment

And never go broke alone, that's the street omen

Same shit, different smell, different toilet

And niggas live, but never tell the same story

Very special, CI, Dutches

Weed, four hour stay on me

Got me squatting like a nigga on the

Back shots, nigga, it's the M-O-B

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

I ain't got time for the game playing

Sipping the cru, we keep it close and let the MAC spray

And niggas get dough, we never mind what the cops say

Keeping it G from NY to LA

Nigga, it's me, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame

Aw, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame

I love it when lil mama give me brain, she's a genius

In the back seat of the Range, oh, Jesus

Making toes curl, she's a very naughty girl

She's a very fuzzy chick, she can make you spin and grip

And she don't got no time for the games, it's a business

Call the street business, but she's independent

Turning tricks around the clock, lawyers, doctors and cops

The only thing she ask the Lord for the love, it's hot, aw

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

Elephants, I like elephants

Elephants, I like elephants

I like how they swing through trees

Elephants...

No!

What?