40 (Single 2005)

Текст песни Fabolous and French Montana - 40 (Single 2005)

Money ain't everything, nigga it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 Cars, 40 chains
40 Bitches, I got 40 names
A-K-K-K-K-K-K, drama, never been a problem
Think about the feds homie, they'll be the only thing
40 Cars, 40 chains

Bust it, bust it, what the business is?
Cars, cribs, couple businesses
Lean, percs and them blacks, talk to hell and back
And I cut off my rear view, cause I ain't lookin' back
Now my bad bitch neck tatted, blue dot on my bladder
Rip it off that rack boy, what it cost don't matter
I said "stir it down" I mean it, trap money I'm spendin'
PG for that dream team, you fuckin' right we with it
40, 40, Another 40 boy
They ask me why I sell, fill that YSL
Trunk in the front, your bitch in the back
I land in the front, now start from the back

Money ain't everything, nigga it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 Cars, 40 chains
40 Bitches, I got 40 names
A-K-K-K-K-K-K, drama, never been a problem
Think about the feds homie, they'll be the only thing
40 Cars, 40 chains

I hop out the jet, what city is this?
3 Bitches in bed, I'm like who titties is this?
They fucked around and let a nigga like me get rich
Now I know another nigga like me exist
These girls be 'bout that YOLO life
If I ask you now if you a ho, no right?
But my dick still meet up with your throat tonight
Pimp game strong, cold as ice
Dolomite, show you right
You pay for pussy, you know the price
That's hard to handle, if life a gamble I want the dice
Minute rice to a business life, I'm a enterprise
And I drop whatever on whatever you ain't finna buy
Live every moment like my last, like I'm finna die
Know I sing it now, wonder will I sing it in the sky

Money ain't everything, nigga it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 Cars, 40 chains
40 Bitches, I got 40 names
A-K-K-K-K-K-K, drama, never been a problem
Think about the feds homie, they'll be the only thing
40 Cars, 40 chains

Bust it, bust it, she let that 40 flame
My AKA is what shorty name
Just call my crew the Rolex and Audi gang
But we still got no time for these lames
I'm with my Mexican homies out of Juarez
They hook you up, give you a chorus
We campaining like we runnin' for prez
Still watchin' out for JC and Torres
New York undercovers, amongst the others
The family big, couple hundred of us
Got a hundred brothers, AKA the Jacksons
Got a hundred sisters, AKA the Braxtons

Money ain't everything, nigga it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 Cars, 40 chains
40 Bitches, I got 40 names
A-K-K-K-K-K-K, drama, never been a problem
Think about the feds homie, they'll be the only thing
40 Cars, 40 chains