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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Jeffrey Oliver Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Oliver
Producer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Recording Engineer
Tim Boyce
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All we do is flex
On that steroids, bitch, watch that money stretch
Never knew nothin', I'm stuntin' 'cause I'm on
[Verse 2]
Probably turned around, then he asked me where I'm goin'
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told him
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
[Verse 3]
I be gone off that liquor
I done made about eight figures
Got my main bitch, my top back
My good batch, I got that
I want that, I cop that
My money good, I don't hide that
Got grip on my lap, and my roof on my back
Ride strapped from the east to the west side
Clear port my lear
Fuck boys out there
Spend your stash like huh
On these drawers I wear
And them cars, I don't test drive
That strap by my bedside
I dump off like bed time
Broads I get head shot
Straight off top, my dog lick off shot
Talk chopper sound, ****, lift up a whole block
[Verse 4]
All we do is flex
On that steroids bitch, watch that money stretch
Never knew nothin', I'm stuntin' 'cause I'm on
Probably turned around, then he asked me where I'm goin'
[Verse 5]
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
[Verse 6]
Don't that sound like the sweetest song I ever heard
I ain't talk about no cars
I ain't talk about no kilos
Where I'm from, just dope fiends
Ain't no motherfuckin' heroes
My shades dark, my tints up
My toes down, my head's up
And I ain't never put my legs up
Now my team's strong, my bread's up
My drug dealers, pimps, killers all up in here
Chinchillas, car dealers, I be all up in there
Ay, these little **** show me how to move
Had to learn though
Now I'm gettin' money fast
Watch **** burn slow
Coke boys we mobbin'
Bad hoes be lovin'
Just a bunch of young **** thuggin', Montana
[Verse 7]
All we do is flex
On that steroids bitch, watch that money stretch
Never knew nothin', I'm stuntin' 'cause I'm on
Probably turned around, then he asked me where I'm goin'
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
[Verse 8]
All we do is flex
On that steroids, bitch, watch that money stretch
Never knew nothin', I'm stuntin' 'cause I'm on
Probably turned around, then he asked me where I'm goin'
[Verse 9]
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these ****, fuck away from these hoes
I told 'em
Written by: Jeffrey Oliver Robinson, Karim Kharbouch