The Remix lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Max B)

[Max B:]

I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary

Niggas tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me

I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

Quarter mil in that Louis bag, shorty wanna do me bad

Get a bitch her do, he pull up in sixes boo

Double up on that hefty bag, I'm the best dick she had

In a long while, momma say all my songs foul

Momma say all my songs sound, provacative

"Mommy, how would you know? That shit you do is not marketed"

I'm gon' spark again, pour me cups of Cru, get me nice and right

Pussy, like it nice and tight, cookies, like 'em nice and light

Fluffy like them biscuits that my momma, when she pulled 'em out the oven

Smelled 'em in the air, bullets fly from everywhere

Bet he pull out a heavy gear, every year

I was sittin' in the penitentiary, look at what was sent to me

Letters from these bitches sayin' "Bigga you gon' have to go back in for conspiracy"

One thing wasn't clear to me

Cared to be, how can you niggas prepare to be something you van't see, smell or touch or taste

'09 ma let's up the stakes

I got a beautiful thang, mami I'm just tryna change

I'm in luv with' you girl, I'm in luv with' you girl

But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

I got a beautiful Range, nice pinky ring and a chain

And a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl

And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

Now dippin' on that lean, got a half a bird

Drivin' up the interstate, dinnerplate in my car

Gots to break it down and bag it up, right before I hit the strip

Gotta move low when I tote that 5th, got a new flow with' a gold 4-5th

Rope that bitch, make her tell me more, basement under the deli store

I'm rarely hard?, better call the Champ Bailey dog

Pop up on the scene, it's like that nigga on a mission for some cream, reincarnate

Every weekend my mom stay

Every weekend she go to church, knows the earth

Take it from your wiz, man I know it hurts, when them stones is on the dirt

When them chromes is on alert, nigga you better talk like a G

Nigga don't be tryna fuck with me

Oww Oww

I got a beautiful thang, mami I'm just tryna change

I'm in luv with' you girl, I'm in luv with' you girl

But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

I got a beautiful Range, nice pinky ring and a chain

And a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl

And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary

Niggas tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me

I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

[French Montana:]

They don't wanna see a young nigga do his thang