French Montana, Chinx, Big Cheeze - Red Light lyrics
[French Montana, Chinx, Big Cheeze - Red Light lyrics]
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Stash box you could fit a grown
Man in a John Lennon suit shoot
Hit your shoulders start spinning
I be thinking 'bout my dog
While I'm starring down the bottle head
Wish I could have stopped him then
But you gotta live and learn sour burn
Money be the only thing
Patience is a virtue
Dedication: that be everything
Black and yellow diamonds
I be shinning like a Steeler
Game is to be sold
We got it sold like a dealer
Got a couple killings on my
Niggas hatin' so my hammer cocked
Fresh drop better watch your woman
Hottest out the city don't be silly
Bitch I'm Cajun hot
Fuck a cheque, paper tag
Brown bag, latest drop
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Look, I'm certified
All up over that stove mixin'
Rose and patron mixin, ' 4 vixens weekends
Nigga outta line
Point the llama where your break is
Coke Boys We gets viscous on em'
Yellow and the white stones glisten on em'
RKelly days we was pissin' on em'
But you wifed her (ew)
Red light, green light
Homie what it beez like
Take a look, this is what them G's like
(see em')
I push up on your lady in a purple spider
Fith of lean, jolly rancher
Shake the sprite up
Strictly 'bout my griz-ind
Niggas being stingy
Ain't no worries I'm gon' get mine (ugh)
You hear me though
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Leave that crack baby alone
Fuck with a Coke Boy for the low boy
Under the radar, call me low boy
I never slip
Gucci red bottoms got rubber grip
Chicken and waffles down in Atlanta
On my southern shit (my southern shit)
From the shottie to the drugs
Know I pump shit
From the slugs to the dubs, know I dump shit
Shells got him laying in the street
On some bum shit all over some dumb shit
Now a nigga on that run shit
Bitches on some 'money make me cum' shit
My boy coke touch his gums leave it numb shit
I'm on some smoke sour all day
Need another lung shit
You know I smoke after I
Bust on some gun shit
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Stash box you could fit a grown
Man in a John Lennon suit shoot
Hit your shoulders start spinning
I be thinking 'bout my dog
While I'm starring down the bottle head
Wish I could have stopped him then
But you gotta live and learn sour burn
Money be the only thing
Patience is a virtue
Dedication: that be everything
Black and yellow diamonds
I be shinning like a Steeler
Game is to be sold
We got it sold like a dealer
Got a couple killings on my
Niggas hatin' so my hammer cocked
Fresh drop better watch your woman
Hottest out the city don't be silly
Bitch I'm Cajun hot
Fuck a cheque, paper tag
Brown bag, latest drop
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Look, I'm certified
All up over that stove mixin'
Rose and patron mixin, ' 4 vixens weekends
Nigga outta line
Point the llama where your break is
Coke Boys We gets viscous on em'
Yellow and the white stones glisten on em'
RKelly days we was pissin' on em'
But you wifed her (ew)
Red light, green light
Homie what it beez like
Take a look, this is what them G's like
(see em')
I push up on your lady in a purple spider
Fith of lean, jolly rancher
Shake the sprite up
Strictly 'bout my griz-ind
Niggas being stingy
Ain't no worries I'm gon' get mine (ugh)
You hear me though
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)
Leave that crack baby alone
Fuck with a Coke Boy for the low boy
Under the radar, call me low boy
I never slip
Gucci red bottoms got rubber grip
Chicken and waffles down in Atlanta
On my southern shit (my southern shit)
From the shottie to the drugs
Know I pump shit
From the slugs to the dubs, know I dump shit
Shells got him laying in the street
On some bum shit all over some dumb shit
Now a nigga on that run shit
Bitches on some 'money make me cum' shit
My boy coke touch his gums leave it numb shit
I'm on some smoke sour all day
Need another lung shit
You know I smoke after I
Bust on some gun shit
(Then again, than again)
Red light, green light, go
Talk about the fast life, one night show
(then again) block hot, stash box closed
You know I got it mapped out blacked out
Woah (then again)