Stick Up Boyz
French Montana Feat. Max B Lyrics

100 grand, rubber band
I have a hundred thousand dollars and I keep it wrapped in a rubber band

A nigga low, a wanted man
I'm trying to lay low because I'm wanted by the authorities

Sure you're right, I know ya high
I know you're feeling confident, but I'm aware that you're high on drugs

Talkin' crazy, run for your life
If you keep speaking recklessly you should be scared for your life

They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
People can't deny that I'm the hottest thing right now

Money can't buy the streets
Even if you have money it doesn't guarantee you'll be respected in the streets

I been paid, my men spray
I've made a lot of money and my crew are prepared to use their guns

100 rounds, sound like merengue
Using a hundred bullets sounds like the rhythm of the merengue dance

Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
We may talk about using guns, but it's only in our music

That's what they thought, now it's 40 on ya hat
People used to doubt us, but now they see that we're serious about our threats

I'm the new breath of fresh air, like a asthma pump
I'm bringing something new and exciting to the rap game, like a breath of fresh air

Representing
I'm representing my squad and the streets we come from

My militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you're renting
I'm part of a group that's willing to kidnap you from a rental car

Told 'Kon put ya leg up
I told my friend Kon to raise some money for me by whatever means necessary

Five stacks on the floor, watch homie fuckin' dig up
I put five thousand dollars on the floor and watched my friend greedily take it

If you hit me I'ma hit ya back
If someone tries to hit me, I'm going to retaliate

We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
We have our enemies under our control

If you stick me I'ma stick you back
If someone tries to harm me, I'll respond with force

I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
I've got my enemies in a vulnerable position and they're doing anything I want

Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
I'll make my enemies do whatever I want, including getting girls for us and using guns

Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
If my friend Big Mac gets involved, people will be scared of us

Convicts, gun under the armpit
We're all convicted criminals and we keep our guns hidden under our armpits

Lightin' niggaz up with the heater bro, my seat is low
I'm ready to use my gun on anyone who crosses me, and I'm driving a car with a low seat to make it easier to shoot

They fold up like that Peter Rowe
My enemies crumble under the pressure, like a deck of cards

Get 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, baby let me beat
I can get girls in the mood with my versatile talents, and they respond well to my sexual advances

Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I know how to make it worth a girl's while to be with me

I can do it easy, sleazy, niggaz speak and revokin' my bail
I know how to do things the easy and sleazy way, and people are always trying to get me to break my bail agreements

They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
People are too scared to smoke weed in jail, but I'm not

I was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast pace
I used to sell and smoke weed regularly and quickly

Kuz mami this ya last take
I'm telling a girl that this is the last time we'll do something together

Came in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJs
When my music came in, the club DJ played it right away and the crowd loved it

Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw)
We use our guns to spray our enemies with bullets, even if they used to be our friends

Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
When my friend Big moves, he does it smoothly and confidently

I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can move in and out of situations easily, and make people leave a place quickly

I can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin'
I can get people to leave a room quickly just by talking to them

Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
I'm waiting patiently in the hallway for something to happen

Niggaz they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to the game
People are always hating on me and trying to create drama that doesn't actually affect the rap game

Kuz most of you niggaz is lames
I think most of my haters are boring and irrelevant

Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the cunt
I'm having sex with a girl from Missouri who is very sexually open

And niggaz talkin' crazy, I'm shakin' in my boots
I'm scared of how some people might react to what I say or do

A couple thou, I'm Mr. Childs
I have a couple of thousand dollars and I'm feeling like a boss

Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
I'm a man of the streets, like Kevin Chiles (a notorious drug dealer)

You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
You have an ordinary car engine, but I have six powerful engines

My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
My young associates are capable of severely harming you

A proper team, I mean badabing
My crew is well-organized and efficient

With a model bitch in the back gargling
I have a beautiful girl in the backseat of my car performing oral sex on me

I'm so high, open cooch baby
I'm so high on drugs that I'm willing to have sex with anyone

I told Grease, let me loose baby
I asked my friend Grease to allow me to have some freedom

Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
I'm driving my car at high speeds

R.I.P. to my dude Adee
I'm giving a shoutout to my friend Adee who passed away

My transition is phenomenal
My transformation is impressive

Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
I'm still getting in and out of situations easily, even when there are obstacles

My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
My brother had to pay a lot of money for bail

French Montana, everything signed and sealed
I've got all my business deals and legal documents taken care of