Big Mike, French Montana - The Remix lyrics

I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and
Ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

Quarter mil in that Louis bag
Shorty wanna do me bad
Get a bitch her do, he pull up in sixes boo
Double up on that hefty bag
I'm the best dick she had
In a long while, momma say all my songs foul
Momma say all my songs sound, provacative
"Mommy, how would you know? That shit
You do is not marketed"
I'm gon' spark again, pour me cups of Cru
Get me nice and right
Pussy, like it nice and tight, cookies
Like 'em nice and light
Fluffy like them biscuit's that my momma
When she pulled 'em out the oven
Smelled 'em in the air
Bullets fly from everywhere
Bet he pull out a heavy gear, every year
I was sittin' in the penitentiary
Look at what was sent to me
Letters from these bitches sayin'
"Bigga you gon'
Have to go back in for conspiracy"
One thing wasn't clear to me
Cared to be, how can you niggas prepare
To be something you van't see
Smell or touch or taste
'09 ma let's up the stakes

I got a beautiful thang
Mami I'm just tryna change
I'm in luv with' you girl
I'm in luv with' you girl
But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
I got a beautiful Range
Nice pinky ring and a chain
And a nice freaky girl
And a nice freaky girl
And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

Now dippin' on that lean, got a half a bird
Drivin' up the interstate
Dinnerplate in my car
Gots to break it down and bag it up
Right before I hit the strip
Gotta move low when I tote that 5th
Got a new flow with' a gold 4-5th
Rope that bitch, make her tell me more
Basement under the deli store
I'm rarely hard?
Better call the Champ Bailey dog
Pop up on the scene, it's like that
Nigga on a mission for some cream
Reincarnate every weekend my mom stay
Every weekend she go to church
Knows the earth
Take it from your wiz, man I know it hurts
When them stones is on the dirt
When them chromes is on alert
Nigga you better talk like a G
Nigga don't be tryna fuck with me oww Oww

I got a beautiful thang
Mami I'm just tryna change
I'm in luv with' you girl
I'm in luv with' you girl
But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
I got a beautiful Range
Nice pinky ring and a chain
And a nice freaky girl
And a nice freaky girl
And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and
Ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome

They don't wanna see a young
Nigga do his thang