French Montana, Chinx, Max B - Coke Wave Boys lyrics

Pull up with a ting, yeah, diamond rings out
Bitches all over (Ow)
Shawty doin' her thang,  I'm on it, yeah
I need a chauffer (La música de Harry Fraud)
Pull up in that V (yeah)
She like Cherie when I leave
You say we ride on these
Bitch niggas real quick (yeah)
Let's get 'em

Now, every time I creep through
The block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then
The bottom to the top, pull over
Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby
Come over
Th-th-throw the top to the back, then
The back to the top, pull over
(Ayy) goddamn, I'm-

Show me where the money
(Show me) , bet I go and get it
Everybody want the fame
But they don't wanna pay the ticket
Shawty said she wanna roller
(Roller) , nigga with some Timbs on (Oh)
Move a lil' rock like the old Tim Dunc'
(yeah)
She love me long, then she wipe me off clean
I'm at the dealer cashin' out
Then I'm spinnin' off mean
Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout? They
Won't get it off Chinx
Keep the burners near the toilet (What?)
Work under the sink
In the front, got them haters in the rear now
Closest niggas to me gone
I ain't let a tear down
Hate we in the game
We done fucked up their career now
They know how I'm on it
Get it how I want it

Now, every time I creep through
The block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then
The bottom to the top, pull over
Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby
Come over
Th-th-throw the top to the back, then
The back to the top, pull over
Goddamn, I'm- (Coke boy, baby)


Mama prayin' in the room
I'm in the next room baggin' work
Washin' knuckles i need my shoes Christian
And my watch from Geneva and
I got shooters from Chicago
I'm drippin', get your goggles
In the jungle with the robbers, if you
Walk off then you hit the lotto, yeah
If you need that work, tato
Hit up Broadway, call up Gato
We in them jets, two hours to Cabo
No ID, shooters no IG
I'm on front line, money on my mind
Money truck, beep, beep, beep, flatline

Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
Them foreign car outlaws, yeah, yeah
Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
And them foreign car Wave Gods, ayy, ayy

Yeah, they tried to throw the book at a nigga
Baby mama, she won't even look at a nigga
Waste of talent, uh, never that
Any time he ace in the deuce
Nigga bet it back
Every time on my way to school
Baby shared a ride had to watch for the pig
Undercovers would share the trap
Max, you're not like them, nigga
You're different
Way with the dick, baby say I'm eccentric
Never mention my name in a sentence
Niggas be chicks these days
They need attention
Four door Lambo needs suspension
Too many potholes out there in Brooklyn
Too many loops from Harry Fraud, hood shit
Paid for, Allah, Bobby Flay, good shit
This wasn't even supposed to happen
We pushed it
Sautéing a nigga brain, cooked it

Now, every time I creep through
The block, rooftop missin', coupe bipolar
Th-th-throw the top to the bottom, then
The bottom to the top, pull over
Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby
Come over
Th-th-throw the top to the back, then
The back to the top, pull over
Goddamn, I'm-

(Montana caught a lick) goddamn, I'm-
(My wrist water whip) goddamn, I'm-
(Main bitch on my hip) goddamn, I'm-
Goddamn, I'm-
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know