Max B, French Montana - I Ain't Tryna 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 can'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 wit' you girl
I'm in luv wit' 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 wit' 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 wit' you girl
I'm in luv wit' 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
Stupid niggas don't thank
Don't miss or don't blank
Nigga stack dough, black on
You can find me there you can find me there

What are you, insane, go against the grand
Interference Number be yo' name
Nigga who to blame when ya fucked up
Now that you got it, nigga ride it out
Better do ya thang
Sick chain when you look at here
Lookin' clear
Feds try take friends of mine, hands of mine
Niggas skiing to that finishline
Powder every hour, every minute
While you in it
Get your money, get up out it
Ain't no love in the business
Keep your niggas close, circles small
Homie it's luv at the top, but
It hurt when ya fall, most of all
Look homie, if ya ask me, Montana, Max B
Niggas off the wall like flat screens
Fax me papers with the signature
Y'all niggas amateurs
Ya know we back, finish all the business, sir
Shorty gon' do me in
She don't know when she gon' see me 'gain
All my niggas play to win montana bitch

I got a beautiful thang
Mami I'm just tryna change
I'm in luv wit' you girl
I'm in luv wit' 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-ome