Goon Music

Goon Musik

Dame Grease, French Montana

Talk to 'em, baby

(I know you like that)

I walk like, talk like

Money, money, money

You can smell it in my breath when I talk

Goon Musik, we run New York

Your resume, featherweight

Homie, let us demonstrate

Flows let 'em meditate

Got work in every state

Cut 'em up, bag 'em up, every shape, every day

Get money, fuck what a nigga say

What you see you never say

You call the law, Montana know to ball

Hot in my watch from Audemar

Leave 'em 6 feet, for my nigga Dame Grease

Then drive off, bumping Big Mike: Goon Musik no.3

A lotta weight, a lotta grind

Outta sight, outta mind

Homie fuck the other side

Never let the drama slide

I'm in the S550 with about five 50's

Of the sour, tell 'em cowards come get me

My shawty rock Dolce, cold shape

Body ridin' shotgun in the Cadi

Hit the telly for a short stay

Call me 4 hours, take a shower, get dressed

Goon Musik, can't stop this thing of ours

We the best, Coke Boy!

Now poppa was a pimp, a player

Mom, it was a decent story(?)

Get that money everyday

Take your bitch, yeah we slaughter

Money that I'm stack-in'

Always keep the chrome spinnin'

Rims right, oh so round

Now be my Goon chick for the night

She love the taste, I love the smell

Touch her where she never tell

Bend her well, bend her right

You her girlfriend for the night

Maxy got that Beamy B

Frenchy got that Cadi thing

Greasey love to switch them songs

Tommy guns, stack your funs

Call me Grease, there ain't no other

Swagger like a motherfucker

Pimp your mom, smack your brother

Even fuck your baby mother

Don't be rude gettin' that moolah

Got a cocky attitude

Lead this shit, love this life

Now ya pipin' homeboy's wife

It's on tonight, better heard me right

Must I say it again, layin' pipe to homeboy's wife

Here coochie tight, her coochie right

She drunk the mug, and then she give me [?]

(It's yo boy Biggavel, let's go)

Handsome man, sexy guy

First to the club then next we slide

Blow a couple Newports and next we be high

Dip the FBI, cuz they coming fast

Bitch think love, all I want is her ass (that's all I want)

And that tempo, can it be oh so simple?

Feed me more, fix my hair

Look bitch, gimme gotchu there

You at the bottom now

Homes and the robe I got 'em now

Got that kid back from the time

She slipped me for them benjis, made it twerk

She's a devil in a miniskirt, mini purse

Benzs, Beamers, Jags, bitches fiendin' get me ass

Cuz I'm high, come and fuck this dick

One hit, mommy was in love with it (she loved)

Like drugs with it

Can't get stuff then I cut up a nick

That's that wave, Biggaveli I'm lovin' it (Oww oww)