Lil Wayne – Off The Rip (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Chinx Drugz & French Montana)
Oh me, oh my my haan!
Gon need more quinine Montana!
Oh me, oh my my haan! Off the rip
Gon need more quinine aye aye aye

(Bridge – French Montana)
I’ma ride with my dog off the rip
Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip
Dope boy back, popping tags off the rip, ni**a off the rip
Started from the block, dirty money off the rip
Cut a shark fin, talking money off the rip
Walk up in the dealer, a hundred fifty off the rip
My dog came home, buck fifty off the rip

(Chorus – Chinx Drugz & French Montana)
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine off the rip
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine off the rip
Forty knock his head off off the rip
Drop top V, ni**as sped off off the rip

(Verse 1 – French Montana)
Rarri looking good on a strip
Talking a hundred mill as I mothaf**king grip
Johnny Hanc**k, ten milli off the rip
Shawty bought her friends off the rip
Bi**h bust it open, eating pu**y off the rip
Westside, getting blood money with a crip
My dog getting out, money orders off the rip, boy
Spend a car note on my fit, boy
Manute Bol hanging off my clip, boy
Ni**as running like a skit, boy
I’ll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Built the empire brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Chinx Drugz)
Coke Boys get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live ni**as who smoke weed, car seat stashed
You monkey walk, I’m hunchbacked, speak quiet
Talking bout mi casa, scared to death when I pop up

(Verse 3 – Lil Wayne)
Got my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up
Price on ya head, where do I get rung up
I be with scumbags, all about that humbug
While ni**as saving hoes, like dun-dun-dun-dun-dun
Choke yo ass with nunchucks, trunk full of blum blums
Young Money young guns, heroes, unsung
Give that bi**h pompoms
Touchdown my ni**a
Sitting on my money – a junk pile my ni**a
Don’t you come round my ni**as
Don’t come round my ni**a
We balling, never committin dumb fouls my ni**a
We been hustling, since Mike Tyson punch out my ni**a
Feds listening OK, that’s enough bout my ni**as
Yeah sipping on a lil sum sum’n, mind your business
Got these hoes waiting while I’m doing calisthenics
And she give me head while her lips move a mile a minute
And the bi**h you kissing on just came out the clinic
I ain’t lying, ni**a I ain’t finished
Smoking on that good weed, what’s that scent? Not a penny
Montana, Corleone, Capone, Gotti, Nitti
I can’t show em how I do it, only how I did it
Lil Tunechi