88 Coupes Lyrics - French Montana

Hah! 

Cuz I don't know what they talkin 

Niggas smoke now Lemar on it 

88 coupes like a car lot 

I'll be 88 stars on floor high 

You need the Phantom Rolls 

Flippin work, comin back like Derek Rose 

Don't call me, I'mma call you 

Sicilly, bread, olive oil 

Stop that and nigga I don't owe you 

And once you cross the line nigga I don't know you 

Make about quarter mill a week 

Man that closet like Fashion Week 

Slingin drugs, dealers got the package 

It still makes a lot, 5 times a day 

Tryna send mama to Mecca 

While a nigga snortin pound with the liquor 

Man watch for the stake up, (prrrp) 

GOD golf club 

Don Juan de Marco, lot like car show 

Feel for ya, nobody will deal for ya 

Wanna tell you a story but guys won't bear with you 

And nah, I ain't tryna get bread wit you 

So go and tell yo bitches split beer wit you 

You come to concert, jaja with honor 

Turn some cake on, pills smoking marijuana 

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Corner block coz yo boy owe us 

Young boy shooter like Jamal Coffey 

Bricks in the basement, givin niggas space 

Clips in the Matrix, sleep with the racers 

5 stars tell em, I said she's 16 

Nah that's R. Kelly, my niggas won't revy 

Gifted and cursed, next step to be the worse 

Next coupe to be a hearse 

Man this shit hah! 

When they heard uh 

My niggas slinging large, for church though 

Man say aha was the first tour 

Now at age 5 on a surf board 

I be clean as a whistle 

Team is official 

Black and white diamonds, all I need is a whistle 

(Jadakiss) 

My weed is the issue 

Now may I proceed to kiss you? 

They put you where both of yall single men 

Home-made speaker outta the Pringle can 

Can't wait to do your thing again 

When they mention your name the bells ring again 

Gettin that cake, it cause friction 

They love turn that hate to addiction 

Mind thinker but echo prescriptions 

Up in the presidential suite with a vixen 

A lot of suckers in the bizz 

Good die young, sucka niggas live 

Quickest way to go, fuckin with the kids 

He ain't gon stop til you pluck him with the 6 

Ghost 100 thou, fuckin with the niggas 

Flyin on a brukler, pocket full of bricks 

Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch 

Cuz money in the field but I fuck er with the 6 

Word of advice, flood through the gauge 

Niggas know the hood run through my veins 

Real southern with great poise 

Pure bundles, a straight boy 

Smoke loud but hate noise 

Clean to ya, rafe boys 

RIP Daddy D and Nutty, 88 Troy 

What? 

D block & Coke Boys 

Pushin 

Yea 

Uh 

Fuck wit me 

Harry Frauds and bad motherfuckers 

Yea 

Uh 

This shit is stupid