French Montana ft. Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat - Is U Kiddin' Me? Lyrics

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?

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

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?

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

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?

Ghetto, street

Music that I listen to

Cooking dope
Down south whippin cakes, like B Croccker
See the doctor
Slanging weight, moving things

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 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

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?