Battlefield

Max B back

French Montana

The Coke Wave

We singing to the people

Yeah

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

This the surfer Don

The trey pound squirt and turn you on

And I don't care what shirt you on

I could give a fuck what you did in '95

When you was bitten in the can

When coke was twenty-six a gram

Now it's twelve years later, forty-two dollars a pop

I keep the yen pound cocked, feed you one shot

If you're hungry, satisfy your appetite

Heard your baby moms was a hermaphrodite

Bragging rights, earned them

'Cause I put your whole team down with one clip

You sunk my fucking battleship, gravel pit

Left arm chunky monkey

And the sparkle off the glare

He's having a fabulous year

Only dropped one compilation in '07

I played the beam

He had no faith in his team

Couldn't get him fresh even if you went to Neiman Marcus

Keep the heater par

These niggas be needing to ball out

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

You lame niggas flop, keep playing with the guap

Catch you laying in the drop, your tomato getting popped

We be rolling, strolling, ride with them shots

Watch us, bitch nigga, no one can stop us

You was pumping gas, they was on your ass

Try to run but the whip crash

Tough guys get duct taped, butt raped

And they whine like crushed grape

Homie in the battlefield, danger zone

Get 'em killed, get 'em gone

And get the mail with your head on the camera phone

Fuck nigga, kiss my ass, bitch boy

I switch toys and hit the gas

Homie I'm a rude boy, tool toy, stash box, rise clock

All white 6-5-0 with the rag top

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Throw your hands up if you love music

Let me hear you say (Woo, woo, woo)

Oh shit

Fuck crack

Coke is back

The Coke Wave has begun

From New York to LA

French Montana

Max B