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conversations.value: Write me a song called Allow with the following description: In “Allow” Nasty C details all the fruits he has gained by working hard and staying focused in the music business – from getting success, to getting girls, getting money, to even getting hate from his peers and others. He features French Montana who drops his usual braggadocios lines about getting money and strip clubs.
  “Allow”, not originally on the initial free album, appears in the extended paid version Bad Hair Extensions. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: French Montana]
  Montana
  You know what it is when you hear that haan
  Aye, aye, aye
  [Verse 1: Nasty C]
  My standards are hella stone
  My safe is a treasure trove
  My wagon full of yellow bones
  I'm about to go Hefner on 'em
  If she take the shot then we gon' miss them, hold up
  Call the shots like I miss 'em, don't I?
  Snake niggas talk a lot of shit, and I said I know when I hear a hissing cobra
  I know, I know when I see a rat
  I go on 'em when I see the racks
  Fuck up the commas like I can't read for jack
  And send it home and tell 'em Christmas is back
  Yeah, It's a new sea on the map
  Calling me out, to me is a prank
  Calling me out, to me is a trap
  Calling me out, I'ma call you back
  [Chorus: Nasty C]
  Young nigga put in the grind (I work)
  I shine, I shine (I shine)
  I take your girl from the crowd (crowd, crowd)
  She down, she down (she down)
  They tryna come to the house (to the cribo)
  Allow, allow (allow)
  She take the dick then she bow (then she bow)
  She bow, she bow
  Young nigga put in the grind (I work)
  I shine, I shine (I shine)
  I take your girl from the crowd (crowd, crowd)
  She down, she down (she down)
  They tryna come to the house (to the cribo)
  Allow, allow (allow)
  She take the dick then she bow (then she bow)
  She bow, she bow [Verse 2: Nasty C]
  I was cooking up til dawn
  Now the diamonds dancing tryna charm me
  T
  hese bitches used to never want me
  Now they pop their ankles, how they falling
  [Verse 3: French Montana]
  Montana
  I was on the block til the morning
  Sipping that Ciroc til the morning
  I need to hop in the foreign
  Chain iced to the arm
  I'm talking John Wall
  Still ride with the warrant
  I'm talking Paul Wall
  Balling like Paul George
  [Verse 4: Nasty C]
  I'm talking George Foreman, yeah that's the grill talk
  The jewelry add up to a mil' talk
  Put it on and tell me how it feel talk
  Yeah, yeah
  Bitch I'm young and i'm wildin'
  Yeah, my plug is my pilot (salute)
  He say, "where is we flying?"
  I said fuck it I haven't decided
  I get high and [Verse 5: French Montana]
  I hop in the drop
  Dropping the top, getting the wop
  (Skrr)
  Sin City, Magic City, hoes getting the money
  [Chorus: Nasty C]
  Young nigga put in the grind (I work)
  I shine, I shine (I shine)
  I take your girl from the crowd (crowd, crowd)
  She down, she down (she down)
  They tryna come to the house (to the cribo)
  Allow, allow (allow)
  She take the dick then she bow (then she bow)
  She bow, she bow
  Young nigga put in the grind (I work)
  I shine, I shine (I shine)
  I take your girl from the crowd (from the crowd)
  She down, she down (she down)
  They tryna come to the house (to the cribo)
  Allow, allow (allow)
  She take the dick then she bow (then she bow)
  She bow, she bow
  [Bridge: Nasty C]
  I made the money, I made a difference
  I made 'em talk, I made 'em listen
  I made 'em wish they switched sides
  Made these motherfuckers hate the mirrors
  Made 'em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay up working
  Rappers smoking, drinking yeah
  I made the money, I made a difference
  I made 'em talk, I made 'em listen
  I made 'em wish they switched sides
  Made these motherfuckers hate the mirrors
  Made 'em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay up working
  Rappers smoking, drinking yeah [Chorus: Nasty C]
  Young nigga put in the grind
  I shine, I shine
  I take your girl from the crowd
  She down, she down
  They tryna come to the house
  Allow, allow
  She take the dick then she bow
  She bow, she bow
  Young nigga put in the grind
  I shine, I shine
  I take your girl from the crowd
  She down, she down
  They tryna come to the house
  Allow, allow
  She take the dick then she bow
  She bow, she bow
  Look