French Montana — Drank & Smoke

[Intro] Mike WiLL Made-It Evil Empire Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up [Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller] Actin' like a bitch, who, me? No, never (Never) I'ma get around, chase this money forever (Ever) You rockin' with the best (Best), no one can do it better (Better) She talkin' too fast (Fast), this is what I tell her (Woo) (Is what I tell her) [Chorus: French Montana] Pour it up (Haan), roll it up (Haan) Shawty do it too fast, then she slow it up (Haan) Pour it up (Haan), roll it up (Haan) Shawty do it too fast, then she slow it up (Haan) (Evil Empire) [Verse 1: French Montana] Rollin' quarters, two meters of that loud Two speakers, four ounces, two liters of that drank Fuck you think? In that 'Bach, me and Mac Shawty mean, goin' in, quarter back Goin' deep, need a plaque I be platinum with that pussy worldwide Everything you did, we done did it four times You ballin', then I missed it I did it, then I switched it (Switched it) I curve 'em when I'm sober (Sober) And hit it when I'm twisted (Haan) I'm dippin' down her ocean, hittin' walls and curvin' corners (Corners) Swervin' in that spaceship, all the bitches, they be on us (On us) Actin' like a whore, who, me? No, never (Haha) Purple drink I pour, nobody do it better (Haan) [Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller] Actin' like a bitch, who, me? No, never (Never) I'ma get around, chase this money forever (Ever) You rockin' with the best (Best), no one can do it better (Better) She talkin' too fast (Fast), this is what I tell her (Is what I tell her) [Chorus: French Montana & Mac Miller] Pour it up (Haan), roll it up (Haan) Shawty do it too fast, then she slow it up (Haan) (Uh) Pour it up (Haan), roll it up (Haan) (Uh) Shawty do it too fast, then she slow it up (Haan) (Evil Empire) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Shawty, how ya been? I love the way you pour me up (Yup) You hate it when I sip it , but I love it when you pour me up Just another cup, girl, I don't think I'm movin' slow enough Fuck these out-of-town hoes, I'm stickin' with my local love Baby, can you sip it for me? Sleepin', we can miss the moaning The BB gun to my Ralphie, we'll be a Christmas story Yeah, she pull me closer when she gettin' horny And I ain't worried 'bout them other dudes who hit before me This gon' be the best (Best) Somethin' that I'm sure of (Sure of) Girl, I dig your energy, I'm fuckin' with your aura (Aura) They wanna kill themselves when I open all my doors up, suicide And this my car, but baby, you can drive 'Cause I'm fucked up, leanin' in the passenger You don't fuck musicians? Baby girl, just let me rap to ya Drop me at the crib, show you where I live, I ain't worried Just know your bullshit don't concern me [Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller] Actin' like a bitch, who, me? No, never (Never) I'ma get around, chase this money forever (Ever) You rockin' with the best (Best), no one can do it better (Better) She talkin' too fast (Fast), this is what I tell her (Is what I tell her) [Chorus: French Montana] Pour it up (Haan), roll it up (Haan) Shawty do it too fast, then she slow it up (Haan) Pour it up (Haan), roll it up (Haan) Shawty do it too fast, then she slow it up (Haan) [Outro: Mac Miller] Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up (Uh) Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up (We ain't lyin, man) Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up (It's true) Dranked up, smoked up Dranked up, smoked up (And my bus got a booth) Biotch