French Montana - Antidote (Remix) lyrics

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(Intro: French Montana)

Montana, Breezy, ya know what it is when ya hear that ha

(Verse: Chris Brown)

Don't ya open up that window, Chrome 45. wit that extendo

Off that batch of molly, pussy, all we know

In that Lamborghini, how fast does yo 'Rarri go?

All my niggas tripping, ya might catch a body flow

She pussy poppin' I'mma tip her, that's the way I roll

Told me thots are crazy, told her I've been here before

Her man came home and now I'm creeping out that window

I ain't wit that bling it's a sneak in, she just want to twerk it on a weekend

I'm fucking wit a bad Puerto Rican, pussy so wet, my dick a ten like the deep end

We in Las Vegas so ya know we neva sleeping

A hunnid bottles and ya know how slump my weed is

(Verse 2: French Montana)

Go to live LIV on Sunday, wake up and go to court on Monday

I just met an actress this week

She came through the crib wit 6 freaks

I've been trapping since fifteen

Talking back when bricks was fifteen

Don't ya open up that window

I don't chase bitches, I just pimp hoes

Talking 'bout that brown bag is all we know

Hollywood bitches always want to smoke

I just made three mil this week

In the streets, Montana hotter than fish grease

All the bitches in my face, paparazzis taking pictures

That's that Californiacation, I just need my medication

Talking reggie for the patiences, sipping yellow, purple, Lakers

Got green and blue faces, talking crib, 50 acres, ooh

Call up yo bitches, come fuck wit the squad

All of my niggas, we roll like the mob

Tell 'em broke niggas don't get on ya job

Bitch want to pillow talk, workin' a job

Hit up Miami, woke up in Atlanta

Hop out the Porshe and I jump the Phantom

Hop off yo bitch and I pose for the camera

Ya niggas can't stand us

She up and let us through that window

Clip bottles long as a Lambo

I'm talking brown bags is all we now

Them Hollywood bitches want to smoke