French Montana - Grownups lyrics

Not tryna put a bunch of
Pressure on you but em
I don't even drink champagne
What'chu think all of this is for?

So (
Is) tell your homegirl you gon' be alright
& make your way to my room
I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight
But it's cool
Cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do

Harlem in the house now I can be your lover
Brother or be multi-facet
I can do, anything if you'll ever ask it
I can dress hood if you want me, switch up!
Now I can be suited & booted
Or can mix it up
I can make you feel as if I'm the only
I can keep a job mami, I can work a shift
I can bring you soup & orange juice
If you really sick or I can put a rose in
My mouth & bring a gift
I want you out the hood for good
I want you on your feet
I want you being e'rything you
Thought you couldn't see
I want your mind as free as
A dolphin in the sea
I want your intimacy, look into me & see
C'mon, you know them hit's from top 40
Got my house? a walkie talkie
All these bad chicks bore me
You the only shorty for me haaa!

Don't say, what you won't do
Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups
& It's been a lot of
Money spent because of you
At this time of night
The only thing left to do

Bronx in the house bX in the house
French Montana, Coke Boys in the house
Hol' up, slo' up, fedz roll up
Niggas starving coke boys &
The girls doin' donuts
30 thousand over there, 30 models over there
When you talk about feet
30 thousand in the air
I'm a coke boy, she cum second to the blow
Gotta break her back
She won't love me when I'm broke
Versace Dom, feel free you like shocking huh?
60 seconds or less & I'll be gone
Hundred carats on my piece
I promise I'll never lease
I'm married to the streets so I'm
Carried off the streets haaa
I'm not the one to have you on a lease sign
Keeping it 100, 100 thousand dollar piece on
I get low on blocks, niggas go police on
& when them bands pop, I don't need a refund

The millest in this bitch, I'm the prezzie ho
Prezzie row, 50k for the bezzie though
Rico Love, we ain't even know you could rap
She said you let me in your
Section & you could tap
Hundred bottles in the club
You could Google that
Fliest nigga on the fucking globe
Check Google maps
Lame at the bar but your girl up in here
& I think she wanna show me
Her le pearl of Brazil, yea!
A fuck nigga's worst nightmare
Fuck a bad bitch, I'm only paying flight fare
These hoes tell a mayne
Go & get the jury form
Posting pictures on the web
With your jury on
(Bitch) Tryna kill a nigga vibe
Word to Kendrick
My wardrobe makes 4 perfect entries
The kind of name that it
Never hurts to mention the size of my tip
Should tell you my intention so