NU JERZEY DEVIL - Fortune On The Calendar Feat. French Montana lyrics

rate me

I got the 8 in the hole, I don’t know what you can hold

I’m about to race the game, I got the shit solved

Move like a pro, still a rookie of the year

And they got me in my zone, these old niggas scared

Got my money on my mind and the feds in the rear

I be hide in the lair, when the purple in the air

Cause I hide a nigga where, Bugatti switching gear

Lil mama going blind, every time she tryina stare

Me and haze in the days, fuck niggas getting cedar

And you rollie, bang, bang, take it like a snare

The beast from the east, hunned on the pice

Hopping out the car with your mom and your niece, Montana

[Hook]

And we don’t never ever play, ah

We’re the niggas on top, you can say that

Yeah bitch, we in here, diamonds all clear, flying all air

You want the fame, you can have that

Give me that bread, and a maybach

Ah, jersey Montana, fame ain’t important

Fortune on the calendar

Jersey nigga trappin, find me on the interstate

Jersey got the molly, a nigga still pushing weight

Paper in the suitcase, sneakers no shoe lace

Pulling bitches out the club, haters crowds cute face

All my life I’ve been hustling, trapping,

See them haters hating, me I’m just laughing

Pimping, hard stacking, goons all clapping

You stuck in the hood, I’m in the island with a rafting

Reside on the west side where the sharks stay

But go hard like a Brooklyn nigga barklay

Fuck what they all say, go hard, don’t play

Cancel that old bitch, got a new one on the way

Devil beats serious, but he got an evil grim

Bitch I got 2 of them, so I got a evil twin

Give a fuck about a lame, I’m a born sinner

Choose right or move left, homie roll with winners

[Hook]

And we don’t never ever play, ah

We’re the niggas on top, you can say that

Yeah bitch, we in here, diamonds all clear, flying all air

You want the fame, you can have that

Give me that bread, and a maybach

Ah, jersey Montana, fame ain’t important

Fortune on the calendar.