French Montana - Coke Wave Boys lyrics correction

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[Intro: French Montana and Max B]
Pull up with a [?], diamond ring
Bitches all over (Ow)
Shawty on the thang, I'm on a yacht

[?] chaffeur, roll up in a [?]
She like Cherie when I leave
Yeah, you say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick
Let's get 'em

[Chorus: French Montana]
Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop messy, coupe bipolar
Throw the top to the bottom then the bottom to the top, roll over
Looking for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
Throw the top to the back then the back to the top, hold on (Ayy)
Goddamn I'm-

[Verse 1: Chinx]
Show me where the money, bet I go and get it
Everybody want the favor, they don't wanna pay the ticket
Shawty said she wanna roll up, nigga with Timb's on
Move a little rock like the old Tim Dunc'
She love me long, then she wipe me off clean
I'm at the dealer cashin' out, then I'm spendin' [? 1: 00]
Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout, they won' get it all, Chinx
Keep the burners [?] (What?)
Work under the sink
In the front, got them haters in the rear now
Closest niggas to me gone, I ain't let a tear down
Hate me in the game, we done fucked up their career now
They now how I want it, get it how I want it, now

[Chorus: French Montana]
Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop messy, coupe bipolar
Throw the top to the bottom then the bottom to the top, roll over
Looking for a freak, legs up, sloppy, baby, come over
Throw the top to the back then I'm back to the top, hold on
Goddamn I'm- (Coke boy, baby)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Mama prayin' in a room, I'm in the next room bangin' work watchin' [?]
I need my shoes Christian and my watch from Geneva and I got shooters in Chicago
I'm drippin' get your goggles in the jungle with the robbers
If you walk off then you hit the lotto
If you need that work [?], hit a bro and call up [?], jettin' two hours to Cabo
No I don't need shooters, No ig
I'm on front line, money on my mind
Money [?] these beats, flatline

[Bridge: French Montana]
Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
Foreign broad, I love, yeah, yeah
Babes up front, you see them Coke Wave Boys
And them foreign cars, Wave Gods, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3: Max B]
Yeah, they try to throw the book at a nigga
Baby mama, she won't even look at a nigga
Way she challenge, uh, never that, any time [?] nigga better back
Every time I'm on my way to school, baby shed a rap
Had to watch for the pig, undercovers would share the trap
Max, you're not like them, nigga, you're different
Where was the [?], babies say I'm a citric
Never mentioned my name in a sentence
Niggas be chicks these days, they need attention
Four door Lambo needs suspension
Too many potholes out there in Brooklyn
Too many [?] from [?] hood shit
Paid for a lot, Bobby Flay, good shit
It's what's supposed to happen, we pushed it
Sautéing a nigga brain, cooked it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Now, every time I creep through the block, rooftop messy, coupe bipolar
Fuck on the top to the bottom then the bottom to the top, roll over
Looking for a freak, legs up sloppy, baby come over
Fuck on the top to the back then I'm back to the top, hold on
Goddamn I'm-

[Outro: French Montana]
Goddamn I'm
My wrist born to whip
Goddamn I'm
Main bitch on my hip
Goddamn I'm
Goddamn I'm
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know

Correct Coke Wave Boys Lyrics