French Montana - Marble Floors

[Intro: Rick Ross]
So I let this bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me like "You fuckin' my bitch?"
I'm like "I'm fuckin' her right now"

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Got ya bitch tiptoeing on my marble floors
Red-bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies, I got 10 of those
Whip it, work it, smellin' like they dinner rolls

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Told that bitch "Take your shoes off, look don't even argue"
Got your bitch tiptoeing on Italian marble
They on that bad batch, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat, you got to walk around it
Big body got 10 of those
Cars, cribs, that's egg hoes
Nine piece, that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that's centerfold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it, fine
Got ya bitch tiptoeing like Gregory Hines
Cashin' out with that nina
Ten days you ain't seen her
She ask for it, I beat it
You greedy nigga, you eatin'
These corny niggas all in my dick
Princess cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
Two hundred grand all in my whip


[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Wet work, got the kitchen stankin'
We call the undercover, a pig in a blanket
Lifestyles, of the rich and famous
Shoot you in your head, like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll the weed in white sheets, Ku Klux Klan
Put it on the scale watch it do numbers
Playin' with them keys like Stevie Wonder
All my hoes pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white sell, sell that brown
Call that rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee, or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you niggas


[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5K
I get paid every time I leave my driveway (true)
Got your girl tiptoeing on my marble floors (blouse)
Sittin' by the pool, jumping off the diving board (splash)
Getting to the money, I'm a need a money counter (counter)
So many acres my neighbors stay in another county (damn)
Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers
All you talk is shit, nigga, halitosis
Ghosts is, I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a Chanel chain on top of Chanel chain
On top of Chanel chain on top of Chanel chain


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