Artist: French Montana f/ Kid Daytona, Pharrell Album: Jungle Rules Song: Bring Dem Things Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Pharrell Williams & French Montana] Montana I be like, nice P, you know What up P? Skateboard! Skate on these niggas [Kid Daytona] When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches, I bring them chains Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things [Pharrell] Maybe, you don't wanna fuck with them bro Oh you high and they shooting, better get low Extort 'em, you ain't go no friends, oh They'll be fucking with that ass like a nympho Chanel scarf like rainbow barf $1000 sip nigga, this ain't yo' cloth You ain't dripping nigga, that ain't no sauce I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles I'm thinking 'bout the LaFerrari coupe 1.8, the option is the roof Greens is a sicken to the youth Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice Y'all be Bape and I be human-made and Y'all be aping, I'm Richard Mille nation No diamonds, just turn beyond facing Gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing [Kid Daytona] When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches, I bring them chains Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things [French Montana] Here's a little story about a kid from Morocco Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset Fuck a plug, we the outlet Child put me in a box, I'm in the box office All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers White villa from crack dealing Vanilla, garage like a dealer I kill 'em softly, Lauryn Hill 'em Get above 'em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I Had 'em on a needle, 45 plate Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet Alcatraz bars, crash cars Ain't no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off [Kid Daytona] When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches, I bring them chains Looking so expensive, rings and things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things I bring them things