We Go Wherever We Want Lyrics - French Montana

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Yeah 

It's time for the smoke and mirrors to come down 

Niggas be talkin', but they don't be livin' that shit 

A whole lotta deception goin' on it the world 

It's Original Bad Boy Gang, nigga 

Check this out 

Click, clack 

Bang, bang 

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Diamond Range Rover 

Chains like a dope dealer 

Fourth quarter player 

Three quarter chinchilla 

Gold chains, golden boy 

Front row sitter 

Niggas buyin' cars, we buy the whole dealer 

We buy the whole plane 

While them hoes playin' with 'em 

100 chains, all the bad hoes came with us 

Shawty held me down when the people on it 

Ghostface, right hand, eagle on it 

My brother keeper, with the motherload 

And I ain't fuckin' undercover with them cover hoes 

Talkin' 100 chains on, cold dealer 

Montana, write your name on the smoke and mirrors 

If the money ain't the issue I 

I don't subscribe 

If the money ain't the reason 

Well then the question is why 

Get money with my people 

Then we never divide 

It's for the love and the money 

Make her love stay real 

And the money multiply 

Them niggas can't go where we go 

They can't get dough like we do 

Them niggas can't smoke like we smoke 

Them niggas can't go where we go 

Cause we go wherever we want 

I skip prayers just to make money 

I hope God forgive me, man 

I was hungry 

I'm tryin' clear my thoughts and? 

Apple red Porsche, army guns, air force 

Tryna count bills in the sunny hills 

Balenciagas, make more than doctors 

My crib bigger than your school, nigga 

I'm just skiing in the pool, nigga 

10 mil just to settle, nigga 

Dead-ass like?, nigga 

I done started from the block, boy 

Now me and Ne-Yo on the top, boy 

Ayo, that's me kid 

Words produce 

Harry Winston under the goose 

Half moon, the wave's exclusive 

Catch me uptown shopping in a? 

Watch cost 1.5, I got the blue shit 

Everybody love me 

His texture's automatic money 

Independent drug game dummy 

Gettin' his, raisin' kids 

These are big boy scholars 

Flash money like Floyd 

Got the big gold wallet 

Roll out, it's 40 of us frontin' a bus 

That's the new stretch bubble 

Pipe the color of crust 

Gettin' high, chillin' fly, yellin'? 

Now I'm in hard bottoms 

Larry King, suspenders and bow tie