toasty digital - French Intentions lyrics
[toasty digital - French Intentions lyrics]
So I ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's fifty grand to a mothafucker like me?
Can you please remind me?
(Ball so hard) This shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit faze me
The Nets could go 0 for 82
And I'd look at you like this shit gravy
(Ball so hard) This shit weird
We ain't even 'posed to be here
(Ball so hard) Since we here
It's only right that we'd be fair
Psycho: I'm liable to go Michael
Take your pick
Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
(Ball so hard) Got a broken clock
Rollies that don't tick-tock
Audemars that's losing time
Hidden behind all these big rocks
(B ball so hard) I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
If you escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
(B ball so hard) Let's get faded
Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models
Spillin' Ace on my sick J's
(Ball so hard) Bitch, behave
Just might let you meet 'Ye
Chi Town's D rose i'm moving the Nets to BK
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
She said, "'Ye
Can we get married at the mall?"
I said, "Look
You need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all"
(Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it, Jay?
(B ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet?
(B ball so hard) "Your whip so
Cold" – this old thing?
(Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever
Be around mothafuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab my hand
Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French, but I'm in France, ahah
I'm just sayin'
Prince Williams ain't do it right
If you ask me 'Cause I was him I would
Have married Kate and Ashley
What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis
My killer?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket
Margiela? Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause
I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
But first niggas gotta find me
What's fifty grand to a mothafucker like me?
Can you please remind me?
(Ball so hard) This shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit faze me
The Nets could go 0 for 82
And I'd look at you like this shit gravy
(Ball so hard) This shit weird
We ain't even 'posed to be here
(Ball so hard) Since we here
It's only right that we'd be fair
Psycho: I'm liable to go Michael
Take your pick
Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
(Ball so hard) Got a broken clock
Rollies that don't tick-tock
Audemars that's losing time
Hidden behind all these big rocks
(B ball so hard) I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
If you escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
(B ball so hard) Let's get faded
Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models
Spillin' Ace on my sick J's
(Ball so hard) Bitch, behave
Just might let you meet 'Ye
Chi Town's D rose i'm moving the Nets to BK
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
She said, "'Ye
Can we get married at the mall?"
I said, "Look
You need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all"
(Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it, Jay?
(B ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet?
(B ball so hard) "Your whip so
Cold" – this old thing?
(Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever
Be around mothafuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab my hand
Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French, but I'm in France, ahah
I'm just sayin'
Prince Williams ain't do it right
If you ask me 'Cause I was him I would
Have married Kate and Ashley
What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis
My killer?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket
Margiela? Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause
I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray
That shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray