MOROCCO Lyrics – PlaqueBoyMax, Cash Cobain, French Montana

Read the full MOROCCO lyrics by PlaqueBoyMax, Cash Cobain, French Montana, Bay Swag and Jim Jones along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Plaqueboymax’s music, you can also explore Rosita and FellOff, two other songs by Plaqueboymax.

[Intro: PlaqueBoyMax]
Yeah, New York
(SoS, call me back, you know I fu*king love you)
Pfsh, it’s PlaqueBoy (??)
It’s PRINCE, not PlaqueBoy (And the winner is PlaqueBoyMax)

[Chorus: PlaqueBoyMax]
She wanna hit, she told me she Moroccan (She Moroccan)
I need her on my roster, she be top ten (Top ten)
I like the way she talk, she got an accent (Accent)
She s*xy, she stylish, she brownskin (She brownskin)
She lay on my bed, then I pound it (Then I pound it)
I’m better than your man, so let me have it
He selling you these shoes, yeah, he be capping

[Verse 1: Cash Cobain]
She s*xy, she stylish, she pretty (She pretty)
She told me she wanna move slizzy (Move slizzy)
I may move her out to my city (My city)
She got ass, I might buy her titties (Buy her titties)
She wanna turn up and get litty (Get litty)
She just left her ex, so he dritty (He dritty)
She not one of them, she saditty (She saditty)
She s*xy, she bougie, she picky (Picky)

[Chorus: PlaqueBoyMax, Cash Cobain & French Montana]
She wanna hit, she told me she Moroccan (She Moroccan)
I need her on my roster, she be top ten (Top ten)
I like the way she talk, she got an accent (Accent)
She s*xy, she stylish, she brownskin (She brownskin)
She lay on my bed, then I pound it (Then I pound it)
I’m better than your man, so let me have it
I ain’t selling you no drinks, so let me have it (Montana)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Shawty fire and the pu*sy got a doorstamp (Hae)
Fu*k her to my playlist, she a throat champ (Champ)

Sniper from the three, lil’ mama top ten (Ten)
Got them hoes open, but we locked in (In)
Shawty got them B’s, yeah, that’s my new flex (Aah)
Been around the world, same two-step (Eh)
Lil’ mama gon’ hold it like a Grammy (Grammy)
This year we gon’ do it for the family (Montana, eh)

[Chorus: PlaqueBoyMax]
She wanna hit, she told me she Moroccan (She Moroccan)
I need her on my roster, she be top ten (Top ten)
I like the way she talk, she got an accent (Accent)
She s*xy, she stylish, she brownskin (She brownskin)
She lay on my bed, then I pound it (Then I pound it)
I’m better than your man, so let me have it
He selling you these shoes, yeah, he be capping

[Verse 3: Bay Swag]

Know the Veezies, want a two-man, call up Leezy
All she wanted was a stack, it was easy
Diamonds dancing on my neck, Chris Breezy
Ts, I’ma pass it to my main bro
She gon’ fu*k him if I say so
Pull up in the main, main and its paid for
And she dining right behind me in a Range Rover

[Verse 4: Jim Jones]
She bougie, she freaky, she can be a thot (Hmm)
She always on time, a hundred G a watch (Okay)
She jump up in the whip, she wanna see the knock
She tell me take her to the hood, she wanna eat a chop (Huh)
She try to make a joke, like, “You ever smile?” (Nope)
It’s not another n!gga, with a better style
Call up n!gga from the Bronx like Kevin Chiles
So when you see king, girl, you better bow

[Chorus: PlaqueBoyMax]
She wanna hit, she told me she Moroccan (She Moroccan)
I need her on my roster, she be top ten (Top ten)
I like the way she talk, she got an accent (Accent)
She s*xy, she stylish, she brownskin (She brownskin)
She lay on my bed, then I pound it (Then I pound it)
I’m better than your man, so let me have it
He selling you these shoes, yeah, he be capping