Ball Drop (Feat. French Montana)

Well in just about 15 seconds from now, it'll be 1990 We're gathered down below as we say goodbye to 1989 The ball is moving, the crowd sees it, you can hear 'em Oh can you ever hear 'em They know when it hits the bottom it'll be 1990 goodbye to the 80s 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy new year Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Haan, change is good for everybody Montana, Dre fitted it, haan When that hate don't work they start telling lies Baby work, go on bust it wide It's that new money, let the drugs dry I cut my bitch off when the ball drop Haan Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa I just don't know why Hating hoes ain't happy And happy hoes ain't hatin' Better check the situation I could fix your situation Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa I cut them bitches off when the ball drop New year, new money, then the call dropped New year, new money, let them drugs drop Cut them niggas off when the ball drop Cause them real niggas ain't haters And them hatin' niggas ain't real And baby I could help your situation No top smokin' medication This the new year resolution We gotta be the winners cause the rest is losin' I told em get money, that's the best solution When you do, wear your rocket like you rest in Houston When niggas throw my style I ain't stressed to boostin' It's time to make more money, less excuses My old bitch on death row, it's time for execution My new bitch is bad ass, she the best since Boosie Haan Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa I just don't know why 12 o' clock then the call dropped Cut them niggas off when the ball drops Young boy, hard head in the soft top Cause when them shots ain't ringin', you can't call shots Mix some white and brown on the corner strap Might be the next Mike Brown where you rollin' at V with hundred on the Lincoln 3 quarter mink blew the top off Lincoln, God Niggas scared to play it like jail or Richard Mellor I hope I never Tom Heller, God Scramble like a dope fiend dope fiend Keep your head up like your nose bleedin' My right hand got 30 on his left arm On that left lane nigga, what a bitch for I just don't know why When that hate don't work they start telling lies Baby work, go on bust it wide It's that new money, let the drugs dry I cut my bitch off when the ball drop Haan Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa I just don't know why Hating hoes ain't happy And happy hoes ain't hatin' Better check the situation I could fix your situation Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa I cut them bitches off when the ball drop New year, new money, then the call dropped New year, new money, let them drugs drop Cut them niggas off when the ball drop Cause them real niggas ain't haters And them hatin' niggas ain't real And baby I could help your situation No top smokin' medication Cuttin' off hoes when the ball drop Ridin' with my woes til' the casket drop Quiet 'fore you suckas hear a pin drop I buy this mother fucker like the price drop Shawty bag it up, let that ass drop Mommy killin' em, tat tear drop Bitch I'm on fire, need to stop drop Nigga this the flow that got your artist dropped Heard he was a rat, heard he done dropped Hit em in the head, watch the body drop Dollars coming down like rain drops New year, new money, nigga ball drop Haan Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa I just don't know why