Said N Done (Explicit) - French Montana/A$AP Rocky

Written by：Earl Hood/Karim Kharbouch/Eric Goudy II/Rakim Mayers/Mary Cross/Johnnie Frierson

Oh my god oh my god

Blocka blocka big up big up

It's the coke boy ni**a with the A$AP mob

Oh my god oh my god

I see 'em hatin' on the boy huh

'Til I pull up on the boy huh

Oh my god oh my god

But you couldn't f**k with the flow I got

City just turned into the oh I ride

Pretty motherf**ker just stole my thot

Oh my god oh my god

Wake up wake up it's a stick up stick up

Look up look up it's a stick up stick up

I'ma show you power of the mula

I put a sundress on your shooter

Man they turned their back on your boy huh

You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh

My god oh my god

Heel up wheel up bring it back come rewind now

Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind

Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes

Skeet skeet skkrt coc*ine for the b**ches

Chain tucked in cause I came for the business

D**e to your brain like a vein with syringes

Back in the day streets was paved with syringes

Paid for the crib plus it came with the fridges

I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh

And they showing up to court huh

Dirty money ain't in the Forbes huh

Love my b**ch oh my gotta spend a whole lot

Gotta buy every bag gotta buy the whole lot

Taught the b**ch oh my oh my

Gotta spend a whole lot

Oh my god oh my god

With the spring springing on us and the summer hot

Couple things clinging on us b**ch it's coming out

Weather weather for the winter Flacko bring 'em out

Bad mon a rude boy what the bombaclot

When it drop out ni**a hop out

Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out

Thing on me now hang on me now ay

Got the b**ch with me yeah gang with me now yeah

Does the chain swing on me now

Harlem World will lay you down made me down

Go hard or you go home

She love it when I hit her with my robe on

I couldn't ball had to hit the stove

We talkin' raw white California rolls

We talkin' top down California hoes

We talkin' small sandals got her on her toes

I don't ask twice for the tongue

Word to ISIS I'm the bomb

Cartagena Corleone

I'm gone do you smell aroma

Drinkin' smoke a whole lot

Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot

Your p**sy wet don't lie

Oh my oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Blocka blocka big up big up

It's the coke boy ni**a with the A$AP mob

Oh my god oh my god

She love when I hit her with my robe on

She love when I hit her with my gold on

Poppin' pills drink get your roll on

They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone

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