ฟังเพลง50's & 100's (Explicit)

Song: 50's & 100's

Artist: French Montana/Juicy J

Who run it? (South Bronx)

Who run it? (North Memphis, let me chirp these fools)

Who run it?

French got weed (Ho)

French got pills (Ho)

French got that work, on the corner cutting deals (Ho)

French know you haters out there talking ain't for real (Ho)

Never had a job, but we sitting on a mil' (Ho)

Bitch, I will not stop

From the back blocks

I'll get you whacked, topped

Watch, watch the ash drop

Drinking French vodka (Vodka)

Riding with the blocka (Blocka)

Wearin' three-quarter mink, 'chilla and Chewbacca ('Bacca)

I saw your main girl, and a playa had to stop her (Stop her)

Her name wasn't Silk, but her face was the shocker

Work, work, bust it down

Work, work, bust it down

Wrist, bust 'em down

Bad bitches, bust 'em down

Work, flush 'em down

Ain't nothing like a movie

Hit 'em on the chirp (Chirp)

You know they gon' do it with the

Who run it?

Fifties, hundreds

Fifties, hundreds

For the ten, twenties, fifties

For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

Gave a king charge to my kinfolk

He stood ten toes, for you, this intro

Fuck a bankroll, I need a bank full

My bitch on E, but my tank full

I fell in love with your BM in that Bimmer

I fell in love, Aston Martin, word to Gina

I can't see 'em

Slick Rick with the patch on

Gotta no cap the roof, got my cap on

Baby, I can't see 'em

That bitch a deuce, I can't see 'em

That Biggie, Juice, I can't see 'em

French the truth, I can't see 'em

I swear to Luke, I got the gasoline, I light a match on

Montana hop out with the blocka, blocka, blocka

Never send a boy to do a man's job

If it was me, I would've left him with a headshot

How the fuck you get your own mans robbed?

Before you see me again, you get that red dot

I will not stop, fuck the opp cops

And whoever fuck with 'em, we cannot rock

I will not stop, even if that block hotter

Than my mama be up in the kitchen with that crock pot (Whip it, whip it)

Yeah, mama kept me clean, now I'm filthy (I'm filthy)

Bank account say something silly (Silly)

Ice on bright, we litty (We litty)

I'm a bad boy, P-Diddy

For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

For the fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, she gon' for sure split it (Shut the fuck up)