[Intro: French Montana] Nah, nah, don't do it Ba-baby, nah, nah, don't do it (I know) Nah, nah, don't do it You know what it is when you hear that haa [Verse 2: Era Istrefi] Pull up, we can do it all night Do it at a stoplight Red light, switch up Before you do what I let you [?] know I got it All I do is driving No, there ain't no stopping [Chorus: Era Istrefi] Find a love, don't do it Nah, nah, I don't do it Nah, nah, I don't do it Don't do it Keep your head [?] Do it just how I like Nah, nah, I don't push him Nah, nah, I don't push him Yeah, do it just how I like On front, on front, on front But no I love yous [Post-Chorus: Era Istrefi & French Montana] Don't want no love We can do it all night We can do this all the time But no I love yous Don't want no love You can do it all night We can do this all the time But no I love yous Pull up, pull up, we gon' make damn money Pull up, pull up, we gon' make damn money ...

  [Intro] My life, my life Yeah [Verse] It's been a minute but your boy back with it Time to enjoy my chicken (Uh) Motherfucker, this is big business My product bangin' like a baked biscuit (Yeah) Daddy back with his long white Cadillac Now it's time to take a nappy-nap (Yup) I'm so chill, it's like I'm in a circle playing hacky-sack Embroidered dragon on the satin jacket, bastard I'm always eatin' dinner Still got the body of a swimmer and I don't like winter no more You can catch me where the grass is greener Blastin' Aaliyah (Uh) Sleep with amethysts around the bed Quartz go around my head like a force field Open portals to the stars and it's all real (Yeah, and it's all real, yeah) Open portals to the stars and it's all real Now I'm layin' in the bed naked My chick said I look like Kevin Bacon (For real) I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not but I'll take it Three dice in my hand, I might as well sha...

  [Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, now I'm ready, uh [Verse 1] Your pockets' slim pickings Lay 'em out like grilled chicken It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe I'll break it on your head if you don't act right There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit You don't know the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch) I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh) It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh) Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain It's like my life directed by Tim Burton And daddy twisted off the henara And I'm always on the center stage Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway Tryi...

  [Intro: Action Bronson, Action's mother] Just tell me how high you are I don't know, what are you giving me? Just tell– just tell everyone how high you are No, I can't talk, I'm not telling anyone I'm not telling anyone Can you please– Are you recording me? No I'm not, can you just– You are lying Can you please tell them? I–I can't describe it, I am so high That's it, it's like I'm tripping [Intro] Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah (Wolfpack) [Verse 1] Puerto Rican Air Force One's at the wedding (Uh) I'm only speaking truth Uh, I might open up for Bruce (I might) My own horn I don't really mean to toot Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and suede gloves It's safe to say your boy done came up Too much lobster on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh) Bitch, I'm butt naked, laid up Yo, what the fuck? (Wolfpack)

  [Produced by Daringer] [Intro] Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Get 'em! [Chorus] I'm the man right now I got the plan right now Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now Uh, but I'ma show you how to move I'ma show you how to dance Got the pistol in my pants I got the pistol in my pants I'ma show you how to dance, uh [Verse 1] The full moon make me loco Like I sniffed a whole baseline of coco Man, I took the speedboat for a joy ride At one point I was flyin' baby, no lie What'd I do to have a life like this? Ass so fat on my wife like, shit! And your boy got a stomach like Buddha Chandelier hanging from the ceilin' of the cougar, ah 50K in a swimtrunk in a brown paper bag like a kid's lunch Thug passion in a sippy cup A 100 dollars worth of haze in a blunt, bitch

  [Intro] Yeah, uh, yeah [Chorus] I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time, uh [Verse 1] Seasons change weekly Life in the big leagues I can tell it's summer by the fig trees Wiggle German Jeeps with kiss on 'em Drop her top, she got a nice set of tits on her Hardcore, got me feelin' like a fish outta water Cruising U.S.A., I use six quarters I got next [Interlude] Uh, ah man, ah man, uh [Chorus] I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a fucking ball just one time I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a ba– Yo, fuck that shit, man

  [Intro: Action Bronson & Unknown person/Answering machine] Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I'm gonna be late. I need one right now. Can we please call La Luna? Alright (Phone ringing) Hello. You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that? It's from the phone Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, haha, yeah [Verse 1] Came out the pussy wearing Timbs Oh, my lord, it's him Time to put the toys back in the bin 'Cause I'm sick of this shit Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least I'ma save my peace And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me Asian shooter with the blonde hair Street Fighter character Fuck around and suplex 'em...