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Master P secures a $2.5 million basketball deal for his son.

After being drafted to the NBA and going on to a successful rap career, Master P has been in the business of making money for a long time, and now he is passing down the wisdom he has acquired from years of hustling to his children. The NCAA recently announced it would be changing its rules so that college athletes can be paid for the use of their likeness, and Master P is making sure that his 19-year-old son Hercy Miller claims a piece of that pie. In a new interview with TMZ Sports, the hip hop mogul shared that he has lined up a $2.5 million deal for Hercy, securing his son’s financial future before he even completes his first season at Tennessee State.

Although Hercy has yet to play a game of college basketball, he has completed a successful high school career, leading his team to the Minnesota state championship. Hercy had his pick of several colleges, but ultimately chose Tennessee over UCLA, LSU, and many other impressive offers.

Speaking with The Tennessean about his decision, Miller explained, “I want to be a leader and a dream of mine and a goal of mine is to change the narrative. I want to show people you don’t have to go to one of these big schools, Power Five conference schools, just to be great. There are a lot of great people who came out of HBCUs or mid-major schools. I want to be the next one.” Keeping the money coming in for the whole family, Master P revealed that he is working out a deal for his 15-year-old son Mercy Miller as well.

As for Master P, he is no stranger to the sports world, having played professional basketball himself at one point. He also signed former NFL All-Pro Ricky Williams to his sports agency, No Limit Sports, penning a deal that went on to receive a ton of scrutiny from people who say Williams’ contract was seriously flawed. Despite those accusations, Master P is surely going to do better for his own kids who are both likely to see millionaire status before the age of twenty.

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Pop star Justin Bieber is once again being called out for cultural appropriation. This comes after the singer debuted a controversial new look over the weekend.

Justin Bieber took to Instagram to post a series of images alongside his wife Hailey on Sunday as the couple enjoyed a vacation. It wasn’t long before fans noticed that the singer was sporting a new look and began questioning what was up with the pop star’s hair. The singer then decided to give fans a closeup, posting a selfie showcasing his starter dreads hours later, on Monday morning.

As was the case in 2016 when he debuted a similar look, fans weren’t here for the hairstyle. Many called out the singer for appropriating black culture.

One Instagram user wrote, “This ain’t it but ily through it all.” Another was more direct, commenting, “this is cultural appropriation…I know you can do better.”

A third IG user wrote, “J, please educate yourself on cultural appropriation… You shouldn’t be wearing dreads. With love.”

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Just as he did back in 2016, Justin has not directly addressed the comments calling him out but made his stance known about his choices. Back then, he addressed it with a video on Instagram captioning it, “Being weird is fun’ if ur not weird I don’t like you.”

In today’s instance, he posted a cryptic message to his Instagram page. The post said, “It’s power in acknowledging our insecurities, WE ALL GOT EM.”

He continued, “It’s okay to have insecurities, open up and talk about them it’s healthy.”

While several fans tried to defend the singer, many were adamant that Bieber’s white skin precluded him from wearing locs. In recent times, dreads have largely been worn by black people as a fashion statement, but for many, they have spiritual significance. Rastafarians, in particular, see them as spiritually significant and representative of their quest to let go of material possessions as well as a representation of their religious choices and beliefs.

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Now while Justin has not indicated the reason for his hairstyle change, the singer has been on a spiritual journey of his own. Last year he posted images showing him and his wife getting baptized. He captioned the images, “The moment @haileybieber my wife and I got baptized together! This was one of most special moments of my life. Confessing our love and trust in Jesus publicly with our friends and family.”

Still, some folks may be reading too deeply into the hair change as it’s just a way for him to express his own “weird and fun” style, and as he calls it and he’s letting everyone know that he’s secure enough with himself to try just about anything.

Justin Bieber previously came under fire for cultural appropriation when he released his 2015 song, “Sorry”, which borrows a lot of its elements from reggae/dancehall music even the fashion and choreography in the music video. At the time, Bieber did not give credit to Jamaican music culture. However, in an interview with DJ Khaled last month, the Canadian heartthrob admitted that he was influenced by reggae/dancehall.

justin sweetheart you have to understand that to support black people and the anti racism movement you have to be coherent to what you preach and that means not doing cultural appropriation ever

dreadlocks do not look good on you @justinbieber

— livia | cr: lâmina da assassina ? (@nseidenadaoxe) April 26, 2021

Justin needs to look into why dreadlocks are considered to be cultural appropriation. If he educated himself on this topic, he wouldn't be doing it

— ? •*.?. ??????? out now (@Groovybiebz) April 26, 2021

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Jada Kingdom is back on the scene as she proves that nothing can stop her, including a lawsuit or any other adversity.

The young deejay delivered a sexy performance in Bridgeport, Connecticut, on Saturday night to raving crowds as she delivered her bangers “Heavy,” “Win,” and “Shake” – her song with her and Skillibeng.

Jada Kingdom entered what looked like a packed auditorium wearing a pleated skirt and long sleeve top. She later ditched the skirt to reveal an all-black bodysuit with black pantyhose. Fans were also amused by her dancing skills as they grabbed her fluffy derriere.

Kingdom also shared what seems like a loaded message to someone as she posted “Yuh cya stap mi, bumbohole!!!” on her story while her song “Win” played in the background. It is speculated that the message is directed to her former management, who filed a lawsuit for libel.

The manager filed the lawsuit following explosive comments by the deejay that someone close to her has been robbing her for years, and she has not made money from any of her music, including streaming.

The manager has asserted that he has contributed to Kingdom’s career and that he has not been dishonest in his dealings with her. Kingdom has not responded to the lawsuit, which, if she fails to reply, can see a default judgment entered against her.

In previous live videos, she has stated that she has attorneys on the case and that she is also looking for new management to manage her. Jada Kingdom appears to now be resident in Atlanta, Georgia, as she continues her career in music.

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The hip hop community was shocked in June 2020, when Chief Keef’s artist Tray Savage was brutally gunned down. The artist’s life, who was 26-years-old, was brought to an unfortunate end, leaving his family, friends, and fans in mourning. According to reports, Savage was killed on the 8100 block of South Evans Avenue in the Chatham neighborhood.

There may be some justice on the horizon as the Chicago Tribune has reported that 20-year-old Demitri Jackson was recently arrested in Fort Worth, Texas, on a murder warrant. He has since been extradited back to Chicago to face the charges. Jackson faced Judge David R. Navarro on Sunday (April 25) for a bail hearing. His bail was denied, and he was also ordered to return to court later this week.

Prosecutors have alleged that the two men were involved in the same gang but have not yet released details into how or why the shooting occurred. Other reports indicate that Jackson and Tray Savage met up and interacted with each other from their vehicles before driving off in different directions.

About 15 minutes after that meeting, Jackson’s white Mazda SUV was driven back to the meeting spot and parked. The two then met up again, but as Savage was driving away, Jackson allegedly opened fire, striking Savage fatally in the neck. Savage’s car slammed into several parked cars before stopping. Later that night, June 19, 2020, he was pronounced dead at the University of Chicago Medical Center.

Authorities added that they have witnesses who said that they saw Jackson reversing his SUV and speeding off. The vehicle was found the day after the shooting still on fire in an alley. Prosecutors also revealed that they were able to identify Jackson’s unmasked face from a video captured at a convenience store just before the shooting. He was also identified by police, who said they were able to identify him by his walk. He walks with a limp after being shot in 2018.

Jackson’s attorney Thomas Hallock argued that his client should have been granted bail because he was cooperative with law enforcement. The only reason he was out of state was to attend his grandmother’s funeral. She died last year. Jackson, who faces a life sentence if convicted, is expected to return to court on Friday (April 30).

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Rich The Kid and Jay Critch team up with Skillibeng to show who is a “Real Boss.”

The song, which was released on Monday, April 26, confirms the speculation of fans who were questioning the rapper’s intentions when they entered Jamaican waters just over a week ago. Rich The Kid had posted a video on Instagram grooving to Skillbeng’s “Crocodile Teeth” upon his arrival to Jamaica.

The “Girls Have Fun” rapper later posted several pictures and videos hanging out with fellow rapper Jay Critch, along with ‘the dancehall ambassador,’ Popcaan. Fans had surmised that this was enough to look forward to some musical mischief from the group of recording artists, and in just over a week, their hopes had come through.

The song, as the name suggests, discusses what it takes to be a “Real Boss,” having power, money, and women. The video is recorded around a mansion, as the three artists flex in and around Skillibeng‘s matte, army green BMW X6.

The “Hot” artiste purchased the luxury vehicle in December of last year to celebrate his 24th birthday as well as a successful 2020.

Despite the effects of the COVID 19 pandemic on the entertainment industry, last year, Skillibeng managed to emerge as a top dancehall artiste of 2020.

The EastSyde prodigy, whose real name is Emwah Warmington, made local charts regularly with songs such as “Mr. Universe,” “100 Bag,” and of course, “Crocodile Teeth.”

Now, the artiste is set on the international stage with this latest development, as many fans had expected sooner or later. The speculation came about after numerous international celebrities, including Drake, Bobby Shmurda, Burna Boy, and Alexis Skyy, were spotted vibing to his song “Crocodile Teeth.” His latest effort is not the first time that Skillibeng has been featured with international musical heavyweights. The artiste was previously featured on DJ Megan Ryte’s album, where he collaborated with Young M.A on “Money Counter.”

The St. Thomas artiste had also collaborated with African Dancehall artiste Shatta Wale with ‘Blow Up.’

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Better off without you, yeah
I’m better off without you
and I hope you came around, too
Tell me I’ve made a bad move
Usually hits you up around two
Now I’m wishing they’re down, too

Thinking I’ma break through
Never thought that I could make through
But I’m feeling like I’m brand new
Better off without you, yeah
I’m better off without you
Bitch, I’m better off without you.

Yeah, she wants to pop champagne
I’m like below freezing, made me feel insane
Temporary seasons, smoked the Mary Jane’s
You want an escape, that’s typical to maintain
Yeah, yeah, forgot all your names the last night
Different place and time, and I think it would be alright
Temporary style, see me [?] for you
Then I want it all, no, I can’t be taking my time

Hold it [?] for a while
Stand by, color blind her eyes
Fall on the tracks like I’m lost & found
Don’t come around, I’m not coming down
Cause

Better off without you, yeah
I’m better off without you
and I hope you came around, too
Tell me I’ve made a bad move
Usually hits you up around two
Now I’m wishing they’re down, too

Thinking I’ma break through
Never thought that I could make through
But I’m feeling like I’m brand new
Better off without you, yeah
I’m better off without you
Bitch, I’m better off without you.

Do you wanna know where the lights are leading?
Oh, I wish I knew
Oh, oh
Do you wanna go where the dance fills my mind?
I can show you,
Oh, oh

Cause lately I, I, I, I, I, I, I
I’m living on the darker side
When we’re sitting,
Always picks a fight
I try to hide
I’m on my own,
Through the storm
In the night
I’m on my own,
Through the storm
In the night

(Night night night night)

[Drop]

Do you wanna know where the lights are leading?
Oh, I wish I knew
Oh, oh
Do you wanna go where the dance fills my mind?
I can show you,
Oh, oh

[Drop]

Cause lately I, I, I, I, I, I, I
I’m living on the darker side
When we’re sitting,
Always picks a fight
I try to hide
I’m on my own,
Through the storm
In the night
I’m on my own,
Through the storm
In the night

(Night night night night)

[Drop]

Eu sei que eu poderia estar falando alto ou gritando
Soltando a minha voz aguda e rouca pelo ar
E sei que poderia agora estar cantando
Mostrando a todos como é bela a minha dor
Confesso entretanto que sou incapaz
De anunciar assim o que eu sinto
Prefiro esperar sozinha por você
Pois só você entende o que eu digo
Eu bem que poderia freqüentar todos os bares
Tentando exorcizar um pouco o que sofri
Andar de mesa em mesa
tropeçando e bebendo
Chorando e contando a minha triste
estória a quem quisesse
Ouvir
Confesso entretanto que sou incapaz
De jogar fora assim as minhas lágrimas

Prefiro dormir sozinha no quarto
Talvez eu esteja bem melhor ao acordar
Não pense que é covardia
É apenas timidez
Só me serve a sua companhia
Eu sei que eu poderia estar vivendo um romance
Escrevendo a cada dia uma página
da minha futura biografia
E até que poderia também tentar o suicídio
E assim saciar a sede de sangue da humanidade
Confesso entretanto que sou incapaz
De exibir assim minhas marcas nos jornais
Prefiro deixar o tempo passar
Quebrando uns pratos até você chegar
Não pense que é covardia
É apenas timidez
Só me serve a sua companhia

[Verse 1]
You called me up in August
Said “meet me at the chapel pines”
Just to feel American
“Bury me in orbit, marry me on 565”

[Chorus]
Yeah, that was just adrenaline
You’re probably right, if we’re being honest

[Verse 2]
Isn’t it ironic
How I’m kind of falling out of time?
It’s messing with my serotonin
So call me back in August
On the 11th I’ll be 29
I appreciate the sentiment

[Chorus]
But honestly I
If we’re being honest
Should’ve said my own goodbye
And honestly I
If we’re being modest
Could’ve let my feelings slide
Yeah, you’re probably right, if we’re being honest

[Outro]
I feel shallow
If I could, I’d make it all come back and I would stay a while longer
If I could, someday I’d like to say “I’m letting go”

[Hook]
Some people like to get away
Some people like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Take flights to Miami beach or to Hollywood
But I’m taking the greyhound
On that Hudson River line
I’m in the New York State of Mind

[Verse 1]
Fornication at an all-time high
Tryna make it was a full time job
I mean damn near lottery, damn near robbery
Coming from the bottom, see grinding never bothered me
Cooking on the stove while my brain fried
Hustle by the same sign serving them
Me and Arthur Ashe had the same job
Sacrifices, going through the crisis
Working with a little guy, negotiating prices
All the years we was real close
Now I see these faces on the pictures
Man, wishing we was here toastin’
Man that is what it be
But this time I take away your misery and make it mine
Fame

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Can I Live with prices in my head?
Talk the life is doin bizz, say I help em learn to pray
Turn my high thoughts to a jackpot
Hard head niggas soft ass shorty, ass soft in the hard top

Clean with it, 30 clip make you lean wit it
Niggas talk about it, but we live it
Secret society try to keep an eye on me
Body and soul fast money and hoes
We’re gonna hate you til you leave
Matter of fatigue
All winter, fish for cheap; Long John Silver
Lows with the highs, sweatin tellin lies
Finger to the boys, got everybody doin time
Since day one payday, A1 grade A
Second place first loser
We made it thank music
Corner made lions hit the block when your baby crying
Had to slang the montega til we see them sirens
Slip through the back door, come clap the back board
Get it when you’re supposed to, never when you aks for it
f*ck niggas seeing copy, ask E and Gobbie
Niggas haul trends, we cover all ends
Back to the top, throw the top in the back in the coupe mean
Bitch see the crib, try to move in
Herb those, hoes never turned good bitches
But the good bitches turned hoes
Long ball with us

[Hook]

Here we are in the grays of winter
Here we are just me and you
Hold my hand, let’s face tomorrow
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you

This precious time we’ve only borrowed
The autumn winds have blown on through
A quiet thought will tell our story
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes, tomorrow still holds out its hands to you

Here some wings, they’re yours forever
And here’s some dreams that will come true
Take these tears, wash away your sorrows
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes, tomorrow still holds out its hand to you
Yes, tomorrow still holds out its hands to you

[Couplet 1: Slim C]
Hey, gro-né on vient d'faire du cake, j't'allume une bougie
C'est même pas mon b-day, mais j'euf' la wee'
C'est mieux d'avoir un Eastpack plein qu'un vide Gucci, Louis
Quand il part en sur' l'keum fait du doggy boggie with da hoodie
Comme si j'étais en déch' toi en black [?] c'est rare comme un trèfle à quatre feuilles
Ces nègres sont des jaloux, que ils choppent le seum
Pour être dans la pièce ils baisent, mais ils sont bloqués devant l'seuil
Mic mac, j'suis là qu'pour les big mac
J'veux pas pactiser avec eux, j'veux pas d'rapports bitch mac'
Laisse moi dans mes biz mec, faut des gas, pills mec
Juste quelques piges après c'est Killu Kinf Bizness
Click, tellement indé j'devrais passer dans l'Guinness
Avec l'armée, c'est la famille pas du bizness
Réel pur pe-ra j'fais appel à aucun djinn
Appelle tous mes gro-né dis leur qu'c'est l'heure du dîner
Mafia

[Refrain]
Gro-né pour le peuple [Djafar Colli?]
Dis moi comment aider quelqu'un si t'as pas la money (t'as pas la money )
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy (c'est des to-mhy)
Wallahi j'pourrais pas juste leur donner le colis (le colis)
Hey, j'demande pardon pour tous les pêchers commis (pêchers commis)
L'acte de baver, même au baveux : jamais commis (jamais commis)
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy
[Couplet 2: RAS]
Hey, c'est des to-mhy, la plupart frôlent la folie
La plupart frôlent l'agonie, ces négros ne font pas d'money
Hey, [?] gang tah le Wu-Tang, substance dans la bouteille pull up dans la Mustang
Hey hey, le monde est à nous comme Montana Tony
Dans la 'rari f*ck les cops on s'ra Clyde et Bonnie
Si j'rentre dans la bank tu sais j'le fais que pour la money
Sécurise le sac baby, je ressors comme promis
Hey, Doc OVG en mode sport, l'oseille se compte off-shore
Diplômé dans les codes de la rue d'Oxford
Remonte des Pays-Bas sans permis B
Produits prohibés dans l'Cohiba encule ton PIB

[Pont]
Big big, big money dans les sacs

500S, MMS on les frappe
Big big, big money dans les sacs
500S, MMS on les frappe

[Refrain]
Gro-né pour le peuple [Djafar Colli?]
Dis moi comment aider quelqu'un si t'as pas la money (t'as pas la money )
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy (c'est des to-mhy)
Wallahi j'pourrais pas juste leur donner le colis (le colis)
Hey, j'demande pardon pour tous les pêchers commis (pêchers commis)
L'acte de baver, même au baveux : jamais commis (jamais commis)
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy
[Couplet 3: Doc OVG]
Hey, marre de parler négro j'ai la vision j'fais des actes
Audio dope crack, rien qu'ils s'mangent des baffes c'est des putes
J'suis dans l'périmètre avec R.A.S et Slim, c'est des pédérastes dans l'R.A.P
Que des putains de r.a.t.é, hey
J'pète le chalumeaux d'la guerre
J'tombe sur leurs têtes comme un obus hey
Font les pédés pour être connus
667 c'est le bonus pute
Fais une passe j'marque un but (hey)
J'baise tous ces fils de pute
OVG Doc mauvais gro-né tu nous connais
Tu sais très bien qu'j'veux pas d'bitch siliconée
Fume la high-tech, négro fume la Silicone Valley
Rien qu'j'te balaye moi j'vais pas t'laisser l'temps d'parler
Killu à mort Killu à vie négro f*ck ton patron j'ai pas d'boss
J'taffe pour qu'mes futurs gosses soient des futurs boss
Hey, 667 fait du sale avec le 500S
Comme si on était 500 nég' ouais tu vas graille 500 [pess?]

[Refrain]
Gro-né pour le peuple [Djafar Colli?]
Dis moi comment aider quelqu'un si t'as pas la money (t'as pas la money )
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy (c'est des to-mhy)
Wallahi j'pourrais même pas juste leur donner le colis (le colis)
Hey, j'demande pardon pour tous les pêchers commis (pêchers commis)
L'acte de baver, même au baveux : jamais commis (jamais commis)
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy
Dis moi kess ces négro tek, c'est des to-mhy

[Intro]
Niggas be talkin that Bonnie & Clyde shit
Man, that’s that movie shit
All I know how to do is keep it 100 with my dogs

[Hook: French Montana]
I love my main piece and my side piece
Niggas acting shady so I’m riding with my lady dog
(Hide em wherever, hide em wherever)
(She know it’s whatever)
(We roll we roll we roll)
(We roll we roll we roll)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Love a bad bitch get her Celine on
Young Al Green get my lean on
One love, one love
I’m talking Nas illmatic with my semi-automatic
I started from the corner with a warrant, got the city hot
Made mills, label on my back, watch me Diddy Bop
Take that boost, something out the loo
Hopping out the trunk, bumping Boos’
Bad bitches, 6 inch heels, made 6 mills
New jewelry set, cost me 6 deals
Count them hundreds while shorty count 20’s
Shorty keep it a hunnid’, it’s all bad cuz he’s bluntin’
I love my main bitch and my side btch
Niggas acting shady so I’m riding with my lady dog
Roof off the Rolls, feel close to God
f*ck all them hoes, you married to the mob

[Hook: French Montana]
I love my main piece and my side piece
Niggas acting shady so I’m riding with my lady dog
(Hide em wherever, hide em wherever)
(She know it’s whatever)
(We roll we roll we roll)
(We roll we roll we roll)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Hermes bracelets to her elbow
Platinum Chanel when a nigga barely sell gold
Back when 5-60 was a Melrose
A nigga dug his way up out the cell ho
Now yellow tape that bitch
Cause girl, you be killin em, they hate that shit
Seen you on Instagram, skiing out in Switzerland
Yea ho, you turned me to a different man
Pull a book off the shelf, the wrong move
It’s big business that make the small moves
On the waterfall, mark a small cruise
My bitch right, I ain’t make a wrong move

[Hook: French Montana]
I love my main piece and my side piece
Niggas acting shady so I’m riding with my lady dog
(Hide em wherever, hide em wherever)
(She know it’s whatever)
(We roll we roll we roll)
(We roll we roll we roll)

[Intro : Slim C]
S/o le Flem
Mafia

[Couplet 1 : Slim C]
Gro-né, j’ai la goutte qui coule (plouf), t’as la goutte qui gèle (ouh)
f*ck une groupie mince, bubble oignon, booty, j’aime
Ta go’ a le boule qui tourne (tourne), comme une toupie mane
Et je bullet gwap comme si j’m’appelais Gucci Mane
En escale à Paris, Disneyland crari (brr)
Veux ressembler à Waka mais t’es plutôt comme Fary
Gro-né, as-p Charlie, plutôt Trayv’ Mart’
Gro-né, killu, c’est une façon d’vivre, c’est pas ma trademark
Gro-né devient bête, c’est un film dans sa tête (ah ouais ?)
MC devient dep quand s’remplit l’assiette (ouh)
Tant qu’j’ai pas les bricks, pas l’temps pour la sieste (pour la sieste, ouh, ouh)
Rookies font du bruit, les boss s’font en cachette
Goûte, goûte, goûte, j’ai la flaque, gro-né, c’est pas des blagues, gro-né, menottes sur le poignet
Dès qu’il m’a montré la plaque, gro-né, tout c’qu’un gro-né cherche : des motherf*cking sacs, gro-né
Tout l’monde veut les chèques, c’est la motherf*cking chasse, gro-né, ay
Badazz comme boosie, le clan est trill, si le gro-né kill, c’est qu’on lui a mis des piles
Double 6, 7, gro-né, c’est la clique, y a les ficelles, quand on dit, on applique, rien à foutre du reste
J’ai le biff dans la tête, rien à foutre du reste, j’ai la tête dans ma quête, rien à foutre du reste
Gro-né, tant qu’tu me respectes, rien à foutre du reste, j’ai mon salut avec Allah, rien à foutre du reste
J’ai le biff dans la tête, rien à foutre du reste, j’ai la tête dans ma quête, rien à foutre du resteTout c’qu’un gro-né cherche : des motherf*cking sacs, gro-né
Tout l’monde veut les chèques, c’est la motherf*cking chasse, gro-né

[Refrain : Slim C]
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox

Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox

[Couplet 2 : Freeze Corleone]
Pull up avec le Mic Mac (sku), concu’, c’est des Big Mac
Crache les flammes dans les iMac, ‘sirus Jack maîtrise les dim maks
J’ai l’almanach comme Marty, il m’faut un comptable comme Marty
Mal-fons du mercredi au mardi (han)
f*ck ces Mickey Mouse, c’est des rats, c’est des Jerry
S/o Dubble, sur le cou, j’veux des Ben & Jerry’s
J’lack as-p, j’laisse pas d’brèche, dans l’rap, plus d’enfants que quatre crèches
Mafioso R.E.P. Mac Dre
J’pose les liasses sur les bureaux, s/o S.O.D, Fugazi, j’suis anti, s/o SOB
Découpe, c’est pas des toplines, libérez Jackboy et 9lokkNine
H24 allumés comme des hotlines
S/o Lil B “Figaro”, on les fume comme six garos
Chen Zen dans l’complot, j’crois pas c’qu’ils disent dans l’Figaro
J’crois qu’mon sang s’transforme en sève, j’ai fumé trop d’plante
S/o la Bay, San Francisco, Vallejo, Oakland
S/o Lil B “Figaro”, on les fume comme six garos
Chen Zen dans l’complot, j’crois pas c’qu’ils disent dans l’Figaro
J’crois qu’mon sang s’transforme en sève, j’ai fumé trop d’plante
S/o la Bay, San Francisco, Vallejo, Oakland

[Refrain : Slim C]
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox
Gro-né f*ck les opps, gro-né f*ck les cops
Gro-ne f*ck les porcs, c’est des snake et des fox

[Intro: French Montana & Trina]
Trina
Haah (French) Montana (yea)
I'mma I'mma (talk about it)

[Hook: French Montana]
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall
Talking tic (tic) toc (toc) tic (tic) toc (toc)
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Pull up in the club, it's a bloody murda
Rock that shit niggas never heard of
We done killed the game, go and dig the dirt up
Coke boys were everything you learned about
30 racks, make em rain dance
I rock 60 racks on every hand
Pull up in that shit, bitches yelling hello
Hottest in my city, I'll be balling like 'Melo
We be smoking on that killa
My garage like a dealer
Pull up in that shit, bitches ask what you call that?
All that fly shit we done wore that, Montana
[Hook: French Montana]
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall
Talking tic (tic) toc (toc) tic (tic) toc (toc)
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you

[Verse 2: Trina]
Yeah, uh-huh
My p*ssy worth a small fortune
Put him in the matrix when I slow motion

Ass so fat he need a lap dance
These other hoes belong in the trash can
You broke niggas, you can keep you 2 cents
When I throw it back caught this nigga speaking French
He pray before he eat it, p*ssy heaven sent
You ain't breaking bread boy, you got me bent
You know my name (you know my name) Miss Trina
Baddest bitch aka bread winner
I'm in the club, bad bitches round me
You can find me down in Dade County

[Hook: French Montana]
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall
Talking tic (tic) toc (toc) tic (tic) toc (toc)
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you
[Outro: Trina]
Yeah, Trina
Baddest bitch, French
Keep ticking bitch
Get your time piece up, bum bitches
Some new shit, French Montana
The baddest bitch, 305
Dade County
f*ck all you other bitches
Yeah I said it, yeah
Coke boys, uh-huh
Stop your game up niggas

[Hook: French Montana]
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall
Talking tic (tic) toc (toc) tic (tic) toc (toc)
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass fat with a attitude
Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you