Lyrics of Cadillac doors

French Montana

pochette album Cadillac doors
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I know this bitch named candy, caught her creepin in my pocket.
I told her don't be stealin, baby what you need i got it.
You know that i'd be lying if i tell you how to shake em.
I took a bitch from nothing, turned her to a money maker.
She fuckin with a nugget now she fuckin with a laker.
I took her from the nuggets, snatched her to that kobe sticker.
Talkin pair of flike thousand of nikes
To hit the shake em i took from the house and couple thousand on they makin

Its money in them couches, a couple ounces for the awake up
Potnas always blind never around crush de cravers
Toast by the ocean down n drank up
Major ever player lifes a bitch until we break up.

Me and you (yeah yeah)
Your momma and your cousin (yeah yeah)
Rollin down the strip on 4 (yeah yeah)
Pullin up slammin da cadillac doors (yeah yeah)

Did time n time n make no sense nigga down in
Quit n hit flood couple thousand gettin ownin
What u know im trying gettin higher than doe
Sippin on da purple drank n rollin up da powda
First u get da money da respect and da power
Life could be so pretty give u flenny n the flowers
Keep i self em clothes makin toast works n hours
Shawt gettin me brain she graduated out da haward
I count money every second n count every hour
U know im bringin magic n the games call me hours
Im tryna keepin lookin good but niggaz lookin fowe
N fucking wit da g'z, down convive into the crowd

Me and you (yeah yeah)
Your momma and your cousin (yeah yeah)
Rollin down the strip on 4 (yeah yeah)
Pullin up slammin da cadillac doors (yeah yeah)

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