French Montana - Trouble Lyrics
Heard you were trouble and you heard I was troubleBut your name is a wave washin' over meNo games, just a slave to you totallyCause I don't care what they say about you Virgo(I don't care! )And you don't care what they say about me VirgoBut you know what they say about trouble...Pull me down if you want to and I hope that you want toCause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loudYou can show me where trouble goesTell me secrets only trouble knowsCause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loudWent and got a hustle, put a muscle on itWent and got a grip and put a muzzle on itN-gga in that paint, I'm Bill Russell on itMulsanne with everything custom on itNumber one hits, got every ***** touching on himPrice of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don't ya?N-gga, all that change ain't changed meCause my body full of lean tryna stay sleepI done came up that black holeAnd I popped up in that black RollsBET awards, Versace black robeFour heaters up n-gga that's a hot stoveIlluminati for that new BugattiSelf made, who they ask when they ain't got itTen-mill' shield for this holy warCash chills, you don't know, n-gga'Ll kill you for this brick of rawI want you to know that I've got your backEven when the whole foundation seems crackedTwo punk kids up against the worldYeah trouble, there goes troubleWe could be king and queen of the moonlightTwo young lovers and when the mood's rightYou'll hear me say I want youTo pull me down if you want toDon't bring your chair over here, n-ggaCan't get a seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table, n-ggaThey say you can stand dolo if you believe in somethingTell 'em: "f-ck 'em all"I'm riding dolo, knock the horse of your poloLife's a ***** and your sister with manoloWhen your right hand done changed on youAnd got your left hand grippin' things on it (paow! )Dope boy dreams, mansion and a lamboAnd all you get is cases lawyers can't handleHis grandaddy got me candid channelsClean them bullets, loading choppers, grippin' handlesBumpin' Roc-A-Fella, duckin' Rockefeller lawBeats from Rico Love, or a hundred from a RICO lawAnd all the blessings couldn't stop a bulletWhen they creep on him, ski mask, black hoodieLaFontaine by the post officeHit him in the brain for a closed coffinFor a grand my lil man blow his nose off himHundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off himPull me down if you want to and I hope that you want toCause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loudYou can show me where trouble goesTell me secrets only trouble knowsCause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud
