French Montana - Twisted

Huh, Mafia
Twisted off the juice
Twisted, twisted off the juice
Twisted off the juice
Twisted, twisted off the juice

Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance, dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance, dance like you dancin’ on a pole..②

Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice
Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice
Come get twisted with the Juice, I’m your n**ga
F**k with Montana, b**ch, that’s my n**ga



1 AM, she was callin’ me her papi
2 AM, we meet up at the lobby
3 AM, yeah, I was gettin’ sloppy
At 4 AM, I passed her to Rocky
This the same b**ch, on that same s**t
Ain’t got no talent, she’s just known for suckin’ famous d**ks
N**gas ballin’ out, buyin’ all kinda gifts
Shawty’s p**sy must be dope, ’cause n**gas can’t quit
For that fame they bussin, nothin’ strange to us
B**ches tweakin’ like they on angel dust
When I park that Lec’, and slide through the back
B**ches hoppin’ off the pole like Where the paper at
F**k with Montana, ’cause I’m your n**ga
Black Rollie Barack, Ciroc in my liver
Who the f**k is this Pull up in a Gati with a three quarter mink
Shawty ridin’ shotty with a rock like a brick hit
Yeah, that’s that drip
I got brown bags, loads, tic-tac-toe, X’s, O’s
Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
300 on a coupe, 300 for the show
Doors open up, legs open wide
Grind ’til the night over, I ain’t come up overnight
Twisted off the juice, top of the roof

Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice

Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance, dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance, dance like you dancin’ on a pole..②

Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice
Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice
Come get twisted with the Juice, I’m your n**ga
F**k with Montana, b**ch, that’s my n**ga

She said she ain’t never done no s**t like this before
I said, I know you ain’t a ho, but girl just let it go
I’m finna’ floor, I’m finna’ catch a flow, like Woah
Get your ass up on the pole, let your worries g
Sshe said, I know I ain’t a ho
I’m just tryna get this money, you know how it go forsho’
Bust a nut and then I roll
B**ches call me Bobby Tarantino
We know I’ma get the C-note, then I relocate
F**k her then I bounce, hell nah, I can’t do no date
1-800, then I kill the p**sy, who can relate
Got a b**ch in all states, like the fake Denzel
Word to Yeezy, my s**t’s breezy, it’s too easy
This money please me, these fake rappers don’t apease me
If you ain’t talkin’ money, you need to talk to French
That’s word to Karim, we live in the dream, know what I mean
Whip clean, peanut butter on the inside
B**ches be beautiful, but they ugly on the inside, woo
Shut your f**kin’ mouth, ’cause Bobby Boy he comin’ through
Word to Triple-6, suck on up my d**k
Slop on my knob, girl you’re beautiful, that’s word to God
Goddamn, I’m the man, do it ’cause I can



Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance, dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance like you dancin’ on a pole
Dance, dance like you dancin’ on a pole..②

Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice
Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice
Don’t get twisted with the juice, I’m your n**ga
F**k with Montana, b**ch, that’s my n**ga

Cock for it baby…