French Montana — Is U Kiddin Me?

[Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny Fucking bitches, chasing money [?] [?] All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch [?] [?] is you kidding me? [Verse 1: French Montana] [?] let’s get this money Is you with me when they clappin? Or is you runnin? Partner smoking weed, poppin pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny Fuck them bitches, getting money, [?] It be real in the game full of suckers [?] all the btitces wanna fuck us Stop bluffin Now I know you niggas real well Shoot you and you still tell Bout to get my nigga on that [?] mane The shit real, whenever [?] come out These rap niggas poppin pills and [?] come out This that Cocaine, juice, Pat, blue stacks Brown paper bag at the dealer, tell that nigga throw the rooff back [Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny Fucking bitches, chasing money [?] [?] All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch [?] [?] is you kidding me? [Verse 2: Juicy J] These niggas ain't real, and I can see that shit They say they gangsters, they walk, they do the switch They like to hang with street niggas for the street cred They like to talk about what street niggas did But what you did man? Nigga you ain’t in no gang Nigga you ain't never bang Nigga you ain't pushing things Real recognise real, pussy niggas you can tell We getting money bruh, you ain't selling fish scaile You ain't ever high as me, I smoke a lotta weed I pop a lotta pills, drink a lotta liquor, sip a lotta Lean Blow about a hundred G's, cause Imma keep it street Still draiped up in diamonds with a white T [Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny Fucking bitches, chasing money [?] [?] All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch [?] [?] is you kidding me? [Verse 3: Project Pat] Ghetto, street [?] Music that I listen to, [?] [?] [?] cooking dope Down south whippin cakes, like B Croccker [?] see the doctor Slanging weight, moving things, [?] [?] [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Grind like teeth, these niggas don't like me They here to spite me, but they don’t want beef Don’t wanna be in these streets, these niggas looking for beats To express their true feelings over, they feel about me [?] cause they knowing they can't compete Came in the game too late to do numbers like me Niggas think I ain’t hood, where the fuck you think I'm from? Wasn't born in the studio, on a fucking set of drums ho [Chorus: French Montana] Smoking weed, popping pills, sippin syrup, drinking Henny Fucking bitches, chasing money [?] [?] All the money in the [?], it doesn't even matter Ride up in this bitch, till I die up in this bitch Hunt for that money, my eyes up in this bitch [?] [?] is you kidding me?