French Montana – Wiggle It Lyrics

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[Intro: French Montana]
Ayy
You know what it is when you hear that
Montana, hah

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I’ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I’ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can’t fuck with me if you ain’t got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[Chorus: JT & French Montana]
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon’ backflip it
I ain’t trippin’, I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Coke Boy, put you on the broke diet
Ass fat, you can hide from the feds behind it
Brown bag, take her bottom and the top down her
Bad bitch lookin’ for a rich ass nigga
I’ma pull up to the club with that big bag, nigga
We ain’t really with that chitchat, nigga
I’ma break her off like a Kit Kat, nigga
Sauce on the pimp, I’m a Big Mac, nigga, hah

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I’ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I’ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can’t fuck with me if you ain’t got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[Chorus: JT & French Montana]
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon’ backflip it
I ain’t trippin’, I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Okay, nigga, you wanna wife a bitch?
I’ma tell you what I really like and shit
Whole lot of diamonds, ice and shit
Big ass dick that can pipe a bitch
And you know that I like it when you spend a little cash
Every time I come around, you put designer in my bag
White boys say I’m really rad
Even if I’m on my period, I’ma still let ’em bag
Freak bitch
Pussy so wet, I got ’em seasick
I’m a meat lover, yeah, deep dish
You a married nigga, then peep this
I can keep a secret

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I’ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I’ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can’t fuck with me if you ain’t got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[Chorus: JT & French Montana]
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon’ backflip it
I ain’t trippin’, I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass

[Outro: French Montana & JT]
Spend that cash, spend that cash, spend that cash, spend that cash
Spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Fix That Lyrics

[Hook]
I hit sets, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fucking mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1]
When I was up in rehab, I was smoking tooka dope
Aye boy what you smoking on, it’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, $5000 for it how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sipping purple drank, no girl this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smoking on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim lets go
Ooo, I’m acting the fool, Hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t wanna lose
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, don’t catch me snooze
Ooo, my watch a fool
[?]
Is it false, aye girl is it true?

[Tadoe]
Yall know how we bummin man
Fresh off of touring man, back off of touring man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up artist can’t even slide man
Balmains no red bottoms
You hear me? big bands finesse yall
You see us doing this shit nigga cause we still doing this shit
Nigga so was doing this shit cause we been doing this shit
Nigga, yall know how the fuck we coming nigga
RIP Blood nigga, RIP cap nigga
Sneak diss catch a slug nigga

[Verse 2]
Where the nigga? Imma scratch
Who is that tho, youngest flexer
Yall got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodging Aiki, smoking dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Kevin Hart – Push It On Me (feat. Trey Songz)

[Intro: Kevin Hart]
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn’t happen it did
But I ain’t gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr. Yuh!
Ay bitches, y’all better get a Maxipad and put it on
Cause you about to get wet, let’s go, Trigga!

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
(Songbook, baby)
Lil’ mama with them big old cheeks
Make a nigga wanna spend his check he made this week
Let them hoes get mad ’cause them hoes so weak
Spend a bag on your bag and your hair on fleek
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
You got me open, girl, but understand I’m a G
You just want the real so you hating on me
Niggas said they showing love but they hating on me

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Oh, you know that you’re my favorite piece
They was thinking bout your ass when they made this beat
I’ve been thinking bout your ass every day this week
You the best, keep it wet, that’s a major key
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
Let these other niggas know you came with a G
I’ma keep it real cause they ain’t gon’ be
Niggas say they showing love but they hating on me

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Shawty, can I get that? Get that?
Girl you know I’m tryna hit that, hit that
Break you off like a Kit Kat, Kit Kat
Know that ass got some kick back, so kick back
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing, honey
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing for a G

[Verse 3: Kevin Hart]
Yup, it’s the dark little big guy
Pushing no salt, no pepper, no french fries
I’ve been thinking bout your body but the inside
I ain’t never hit it but you know that ass been mine
Push it like we on the incline
Push it like a door and then we walking inside
Unless you supposed to pull, that’s a bad line
Best part of the game is the half time (it is!)
Chocolate about to get nasty with it
Droppa got you dripping so I had to kiss it
Never tripping on your pussy but I had to visit
Got my passport ready, let me grab a ticket
Baby, why you talking to them ashy niggas?
And stop drinking it alone, girl, pass the liquor
Got her in the corner, grab her ass, booty, butt
Now tell these motherfuckers they can catch me up in "What Now?", yeah

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl you look good, put that ass on me, oh

[Outro: Kevin Hart & Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror girl do it for a G
Girl, you look so good, sit that ass on me, aw
Droppa, yup!

Kevin Hart – Push It On Me (Kevin Hart: What Now? (The Mixtape Presents Chocolate Droppa) Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Album) letras

[Intro: Kevin Hart]
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn’t happen it did
But I ain’t gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr. Yuh!
Ay bitches, y’all better get a Maxipad and put it on
Cause you about to get wet, let’s go, Trigga!

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
(Songbook, baby)
Lil’ mama with them big old cheeks
Make a nigga wanna spend his check he made this week
Let them hoes get mad ’cause them hoes so weak
Spend a bag on your bag and your hair on fleek
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
You got me open, girl, but understand I’m a G
You just want the real so you hating on me
Niggas said they showing love but they hating on me
[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Oh, you know that you’re my favorite piece
They was thinking bout your ass when they made this beat
I’ve been thinking bout your ass every day this week
You the best, keep it wet, that’s a major key
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
Let these other niggas know you came with a G
I’ma keep it real cause they ain’t gon’ be
Niggas say they showing love but they hating on me

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Shawty, can I get that? Get that?
Girl you know I’m tryna hit that, hit that
Break you off like a Kit Kat, Kit Kat
Know that ass got some kick back, so kick back
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing, honey
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing for a G

[Verse 3: Kevin Hart]
Yup, it’s the dark little big guy
Pushing no salt, no pepper, no french fries
I’ve been thinking bout your body but the inside
I ain’t never hit it but you know that ass been mine
Push it like we on the incline
Push it like a door and then we walking inside
Unless you supposed to pull, that’s a bad line
Best part of the game is the half time (it is!)
Chocolate about to get nasty with it
Droppa got you dripping so I had to kiss it
Never tripping on your pussy but I had to visit
Got my passport ready, let me grab a ticket
Baby, why you talking to them ashy niggas?
And stop drinking it alone, girl, pass the liquor
Got her in the corner, grab her ass, booty, butt
Now tell these motherfuckers they can catch me up in “What Now?”, yeah

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl you look good, put that ass on me, oh

[Outro: Kevin Hart & Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror girl do it for a G
Girl, you look so good, sit that ass on me, aw
Droppa, yup!