skyami

French Montana - Skyami Lyrics

Featuring Artist(s) : Skilla Baby

Skyami Lyrics by French Montana

You know what it is
Walk in that bitch like, “Bling”
When you hear that, “Haan”
Ha
Montana

I get fresh (Woo), to go the club (Ha)
Order more bottles (Bottles), order more ones (Haan)
My diamonds water, they came from the tub (Tub)
She want a rich nigga, don’t want no scrub (Ha)
On my lil’ date, man, I brought my lil’ thug
NYC bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)
Miami bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)
Atlanta bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)

Slide out to Starlets, pick my favorite one (Haan)
Flooded the club with a whole lot of ones (Haan)
Flew in her stylist to get her hair done (Haan)
She throw it back and I tell her, “Don’t run” (Montana)

Throwin’ cash up, I got a money problem (Sheesh)
Stackin’ higher than them condos on Sunny Isle (Woo)
Hit up Booby, do forty like Ant-Man (Ant-Man)
See through them fuck niggas like a CAT scan (Haan)
Glock 40, two-steppin’, cruise the sporty, took the shorties
I ain’t trippin’, see an opp, I’m scorin’ (Bah-bah-bah)
Countin’ skrilla, baby, with Skilla Baby
Same bar, showin’ freaks in a villa, baby

I get fresh (Fresh), to go the club (Ha)
Order more bottles (Bottles), order more ones (Ha)
My diamonds water, they came from the tub (Tub)
She want a rich nigga, don’t want no scrub (Ha)
On my lil’ date, man, I brought my lil’ thug
NYC bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)
Miami bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)
Atlanta bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)

Slide out to Starlets, pick my favorite one (Haan)
Flooded the club with a whole lot of ones (Haan)
Flew in her stylist to get her hair done (Haan)
She throw it back and I tell her “Don’t run” (Skilla)

She in the Yams (Ha), she live in Atlanta (Atlanta)
I’m in somethin’ fast and the room panoramic (Ha)
She don’t do no drugs, but get high in Miami (Miami)
She call it Skyami, I push up in Lamby
Ridin’ past Ross house with Dirty Diana (Diana)
I put that glove on like I’m Michael Jackson (Ha)
Got hoes on the yacht, it’s me, Fly, and Montana (Montana)
Bottega Veneta, fly past you in fashion (Ooh)
We on Star Island, we trapped out the mansion
My lil’ demon can’t be on no cameras
I don’t wanna bring him ’cause he robbed a rapper (Haha)
Bulletproof Caddy, we pushin’ through traffic (Ha)

I get fresh (Fresh), to go the club (Ha)
Order more bottles (Bottles), order more ones (Ha)
My diamonds water, they came from the tub (Tub)
She want a rich nigga, don’t want no scrub (Ha)
On my lil’ date, man, I brought my lil’ thug
NYC bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)
Miami bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)
Atlanta bitches just wanna have fun (Fun)

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