French Montana - Said N Done lyrics

(After) after it’s said 'n' done (Laughter)
(Laughter) i'll be dead 'n' gone

Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone)
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
(I'll be dead 'n' gone)
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
(When it's said 'n' done)
Oh my god, oh my god

I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the old Iraq
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up

I'ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back
Come rewind now took a little time off I'm
Back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets
Was paved with syringes paid for the crib
Plus it came with the fridges

(After) after it’s said 'n' done (Laughter)
(Laughter) i'll be dead 'n' gone

I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain't in the Forbes huh?
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god (Big up, big up)
With the spring springing on us
And the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us
Bitch it's coming out
Whether weather for the winter
Flacko bring 'em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don't you know the loud mouth
Get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah
Gang with me now, yeah

(After) as the chain swing on me now
After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter)
(Laughter)
Harlem World will lay you down, made me down
I'll be dead 'n' gone

Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit it with my robe on
I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin' raw white, California Rolls
We talkin' top down, California hoes
We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes
I don't ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I'm gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin', smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don't lie oh my, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone)
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
(I'll be dead 'n' gone)
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
(When it's said 'n' done)
Oh my god, oh my god

She love when I hit it with my robe on
She love when I hit it with my gold on
Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on
They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone
Montana!