White Dress by French Montana
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip-Hop/Rap
Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to *** you on your nice ***
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to *** you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, eoww
Talk to me nicely, eoww
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the ***
Wrath with the styles
Talkin’ me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
***’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes ***’ up my floors
Who that ***? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest *** baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I *** my accountant
That ***’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump *** up a Visa
*** I’m no regular, *** I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, *** I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy [?] a million
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to *** you on your nice ***
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to *** you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, eoww
Talk to me nicely, eoww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to *** you on your nice ***
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to *** you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, eoww
Talk to me nicely, eoww