French Montana – White Dress

Talk to me nicely, oww
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
Just look at their commas
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
You thought she was yours
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
Talk to me nicely, oww
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
You control my vices
That pussy’s a fountain
[Verse]
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis

Talk to me nicely, oww
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Diamonds on my necklace
Talk to me nicely, oww
Ciroc boy, [?] a million
Hey [?]
I boarded a flight
You control my vices
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
We ain’t losing though
[Chorus]
You better believe it
The Avion breakfast
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it

I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Twenty bands
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
Put some hoes in foreigns
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
I pray we live
Wraith with the styles
Better do or die
Trump fucked up a Visa

Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Montana
Willie beaming with the audible
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
I got you
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
I skate on the diamonds
For a thousand years
The bag is a mountain
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
You control my vices
Dimes clean dirty wine though
Talk to me nicely, oww
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
See the future like I’m Rocko
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Pull up with the god
Made millions over a decade
They countin’ to the south
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
A hundred with the guy
‘Cause you control my vices
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
‘Cause you control my vices
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Chest playin’ checkers
I smoke with the farmers
Talk to me nicely, oww

I’m the definition Who that nigga?
And if I hurt you
Talk to me so reckless
And I fall feel like Chapo
I fucked my accountant
These rappers ain’t Nas
I pledge of allegiance
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
She smell like Michael Kors

We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
[Intro]