Intro lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana
And I had a dream
About my old school
And she was there all pink and gold and glittery
I threw my arms around her legs
(This the intro!)
Came to me, came to me
Welcome in your dream
Turn a rich nigga nightmare
Check, Montana, cheese, flip, dream team
Montana!
There they go
Can't fuck with us man
We the hottest in the game, how I feel
You ain't fuckin' with my team's how I feel
You tell your bitch I call her when I feel
Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it
Living for the knife
And I don't give a fuck if it's only for the night, dog
Feelin' it
About the time to go in
Nigga this that dope boy eh
Dog, feeling it
About the time to go in
Montana!
Start to do or die, not endorse suicide
Laws get you crucified, niggas choosing sides
Climbing up the ladder with a bladder full of drank
Work in the attic, mathematics fuck the bags
Can't die with it, all this money I'mma blow
I'mma stack it to the ceiling that Ferrari say hello
Baby mama drama, hundred missed calls
Niggas talking about their drama, I wake up in the morn nigga
Everybody whining, can I live?
Give a fuck about your mom's how I feel
When you ballin' everybody want a part nigga
But even your shadow gon' leave you when it's dark nigga
Can't beat it, I'm what the game needed
Told my nigga boss Don gon take it to trial, beat it
Nothing to lose, tattoos around my gull wound
Gonna point the best out and we gon' run through em
And they gon' get it how it's coming to em
His own mama won't recognize him, what is done to him
Back against the wind, just me against the world baby
Body numb, full of drugs, help my nerves baby
Montana Mike when it's crunch time
I done seen death twice, ducking 1 time
PJ's to the PJ
Can't fuck with us man
You niggas washed up
Niggas don't wanna wake up and look like him
Donkey
We the hottest in the game, how I feel
You ain't fuckin' with my team's how I feel
You tell your bitch I call her when I feel
Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it
Living for the knife
And I don't give a fuck if it's only for the night, dog
Feelin' it
About the time to go in
Nigga this that dope boy eh
Dog, feeling it
About the time to go in
Montana!
Montana!
Lay Down lyrics - French Montana (feat. Dame Grease and Mike Shorey)
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Mike Shorey:]
We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I figure y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
And y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Yeah)
[French Montana:]
These old niggaz in the west, said they gon' get the Tec
And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight
M6, get away, know a nigga trippin'
Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate
Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang
Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang
Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac
All-black GT Bently with the skulled cracked, fall back
You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em
Stick up boys robbin' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em
We flood the game and let 'em digest
Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz in a contest
And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance
Niggaz talkin' all this money, we don't see it
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Mike Shorey:]
I'm out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm cakin', y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, stop tryna get on my level
Man y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Dame Grease:]
Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt
Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up
Lenox Ave gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide
Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see
You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off
On the back steps of his momma's porch
Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work
Come through in niggaz lobby, ballin' through the paperwork
Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only laby
Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy
Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack
Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a ill sound
Niggaz body fall, we took his bankroll
Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
Mike Epps Skit lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana
[Mike Epps:]
Yo, this Mike Epps, big shout out to French Montana
Coakaine City, Big Jake
Sackin up a whole quarter key and all nickles and dimes
Knockin them all, from Thirsday to Sunday
That's right, like a hot dog stand
Bitches with saggy ass breasts and rusty ass knees
New York Minute lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Jadakiss)
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Things could get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute
(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)
(In a New York, New York, New York)
You can get your neck broke, face cracked, laid flat
And give everything that you made back, 8 clap
Make a sunvisor out ya wavecap
Pray that New York Minute'll bring Mase back
Shame that Remy took 8 flat, you know the game wack
And every last rapper here tryna bring the name back
It ain't rap, niggaz better stay strapped
Or you could call the stick-up boys, try to get your chain back
(In a New York minute)
They thought the game was over
When B.I.G. died, then the homie Hov took it over
(In a New York minute)
They shot Pac 5 times
Years later, them boys took Shyne
(In a New York minute)
That ain't even the least
Akon signed the hottest nigga in the streets
We gave swagger to the game
Still and all, everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Things could get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute
(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)
(In a New York, New York, New York)
You could get your wig clapped, kidnapped, bitch-slapped
A 2 to 4 could turn into a 6 flat, if that
C-4 to your moms front door, gift-wrapped
Whole fanbase could start thinkin' that your shit's wack
You could be at the gas station and get ya whip jacked
Get yapped, pay a nigga bread, get ya shit back
Right back, everything could change, just like that
Get pulled over on your way bringin' that white back
(In a New York minute)
Rappers stopped sellin'
Kim did a year and a day for not tellin'
(In a New York minute)
Fox went death in one ear too, shortly after that she did a year or two
(In a New York minute)
I beat the case, not enough evidence
Get ready to see a black President
(In a New York minute)
You can download a whole album
Now you see where these niggaz get their style from
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Things could get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute
(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)
(In a New York, New York, New York)
Stick Up Boyz lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Max B)
[French Montana:]
Huh
Huhhh (huh)
Uh (uh)
Uh
100 grand, rubber band
A nigga low, a wanted man
Sure you're right, I know ya high
Talkin' crazy, run for your life
They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
Money can't buy the streets
I been paid, my men spray
100 rounds, sound like merengue
Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
That's what they thought, now it's 40 on ya hat
What's the matter huh
I'm the new breath of fresh air, like a asthma pump
Representing
My militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you're renting
Told 'Kon put ya leg up
Five stacks on the floor, watch homie fuckin' dig up
[Max B:]
If you hit me I'm a hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'm a stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro, my seat is low
They fold up like that Peter Rowe
Get 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, baby let me beat
Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I can do it easy, sleazy, niggas speak and revokin' my bail
They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
I was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast pace
Kuz mami this ya last take
Came in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJs
Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw)
Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin'
Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
Niggas they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to the game
Kuz most of you niggas is lames
Ow
If you hit me I'm a hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'm a stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
[French Montana:]
Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the cunt
And niggas talkin' crazy, I'm shakin' in my boots
A couple thou, I'm Mr. Childs
Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
A proper team, I mean badabing
With a model bitch in the back gargling
I'm so high, open cooch baby
I told Grease, let me loose baby
Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
R.I.P. to my dude Adee
My transition is phenomenal
Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
French Montana, everything signed and sealed
[Max B:]
If you hit me I'm a hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'm a stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
Reign In Harlem lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Dame Grease)
[Dame Grease:]
Come on man
That pressure, boy
This that 09 pressure, right, French?
This is Harlem
The Coke Boys
Grease!
[French Montana:]
You need a fix, homie, the goons goin get you right
When it come to bricks, you know I got the systom right
Makin wrong turns, put you in the body bag
Lotta nniggas waitin for they turn, but it probly pass
Catty all black, money can't save you, when we put that 10 through your back
Bad blood, only when the streets fuck with you, you goin be layin flat in your bathtub
Masked up
I ain't the best lyricest, but that ain't my thang
No, homie, that ain't my lane
Na, I do it for the hustlers, customs, niggas in the crack house
Cuttin up, feds all rushin 'm
I did it all, didn't do it all alone, not a damb thing changed
We bang till it's over, homie, it's so cold
My wrist so frozen
7 60 L I, sittin on Chroam shit
[Dame Grease:]
Now agree with me, when I'm rollin through your hood
With the AK in the back, they say Greasey, what's good?
And I never ever ever scream peace
Still on the run from the motherfuckin police
City with the bright lights, homie, I shine
Caught the beef, niggas drop a dime
Now how many dimes can you drop, before them niggas wanna kill you?
Therefore I roll with the squad, the murder game's not for you
Niggas gonna blead, like the blood from the issue
I deal with your issues, I'm always gonna get you
The nigga need a tissue, the homies gonna rince you
Take the back door, come hit you with the missiles
Shootin all them bullits, on the east coast ridin
This the black Coke dealer
Me and the million dollar scribin
D price go up, the feends they be wilden
D boy from Harlem, the D boy from Harlem
Wake Up In The Morning lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Max B)
[French Montana:]
Uh
Ya Boy
Let it Marinate
Hahaha
Look what the fuck we did man
We let Ya Niggas rock
Ya Know gave ya niggas the radio
Gave ya niggas satellite (When that four fif pop and you bleed you don't hear no noise)
All that crazy shit
We just stuck to the streets (You won't wake up in the morning)
Know I'm saying? (I'll put you in a box fucking with me likkle Bwoy)
It so happened we the hottest thing going on (You won't wake up in the morning)
Cross the ts dot The is
Whip a hundred gs drop the top
Drive through the ps cop the pies
Look for a skeezer I can find
Heat in the stash lock and load
Press that button lock the door
I know they wanna do me got my safety off my tooly
Fuck niggas tried to screw and keep fucking with my head
Feeling like do these niggas and just walk out with that bread
That street shit dented in my soul
Left the bitch wet
Drop step put it in her hole
Got the licks and the reefer smoke
You don't need a boat
That coke wave potent music take you where you need to go
Its like a Key of snow
Argentina with my bitch have you seen her
I'm tryna beat beat beat beat like Valentino
Father please bless my enemies for them not knowing
Shot me in the head I shook it off
Nigga Kept on going
Dead man got a voice
Getting head in a Royce
London boy said that nigga moist
Coke Wave
[Max B:]
Dollar bill and coca
I'm a everyday smoker
Love a bitch that's mocha
On the sofa
Still sound like to me like we got that wave
Oh not dour I'm a get you flowers
Time to get more money more hoes
Still sound like to me like we got that wave
Niggas buzzes turned out light
Fuck these bitches get there swagger from
She fucked me now he mad at her
I don't care
BB belt and a fly moncler
Yeah know a nigga gots to keep that ratchet up
Coke on the table bagging it up
Capping it up
Nigga I'm clean
Picture me rolling on rims 16
Picture me fall off with these flows
Dick many hoes on the pimpy mode
M3 note that's that new
Hat to the back in that black new coupe
Catch you duke
Man I'm made
About to touch a mill goddamn I'm paid
Maid come and clean my shit
Stressed like I always need me a bitch
Need me a dip
This ain't right
Nigga got to get that tight
Get that flight easy mac
Boss biggavel where you need me at?
Where are these birds?
Fuck you max what are these words?
[French Montana:]
When that four fif pop and you bleed you don't hear no noise
You won't wake up in the morning
I'll put you in a box fucking with me likkle bwoy
You won't wake up in the morning
When that four fif pop and you bleed you don't hear no noise
You won't wake up in the morning
I'll put you in a box fucking with me likkle bwoy
You won't wake up in the morning
Skit lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana
We recording dollar? Good
We recording dollar? Good
Aye dawg, I'm bout to beat my babe moms up
Ya heard? That bitch about to get beat down
Early
Ya heard?
The fuck she did?
That bitch is listening to that coke boy, I'm hanging with that
That's shit ya heard?
That bitch bout to get beat the fuck down
Ya heard?
Drop that shit
Mac N Cheese lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Dame Grease)
[French Montana:]
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Think about me, think about me
Sometimes, oh baby
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Say a prayer for me, say a pray for me sometime
Lil mama do a nigga right
Smokin it all in, all my niggas fly sky high
We playin in the wind, play to win, don't pretend
Got my work and my pistol now, only guap-amoley in the Hefty bag
Haze in the 50 bag, nigga on the corner with a 50 slab
Ray Allen UConn, challenger the 2 tong
Breath of fresh air, like a newborn
Suit on, Montana right, fight the fight while sittin on the floor seats
We like 4 deep, engine 500 horses
I'm in the horse seat, that's a whole budget
What it cost me, 4 sweets for the freaks
Poppin pills, can't sleep
I ain't never off me
Paying my doos to the streets
They don't wanna see a nigga free
Free gettin money in the fast lane, my niggas in the sstreets
Fuck the rap game, hala at us
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Think about me, think about me
Sometimes, oh baby
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Said pray for me, said pray for me
[Dame Grease:]
The money so good
Keep it all hood
The cops shootin all day, we ready for that gunplay
That's Sunday, next day Monday
Grease count a hundred stacks, then he bring it back
In the slab rollin, rollin the blunts right up
Baby, take it easy, flip it like a spatula
Late night roll, I guess you go there
Drinkin up the creak, turn you to a bolder
Catch me with the Crack crew, Max and French too
We so high like ships, you call that a G cloud
[French Montana:]
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Think about me, think about me
Sometimes, oh baby
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Said pray for me, said pray for me
Henny & My 44 lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana
I never know why I left you standing in the rain
I never know why I left you standing in the rain
I never know why I left you standing in the rain
I never know why I left you standing in the rain
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
With' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm on the money every damn time (damn time)
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
With' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm on the money every damn time (damn time)
Weed out the jar, with the window down
And the ashes blow in back from the car, dog
Way before Lupe, pal was a superstar
I'm in the kitchen squarin' up like a shooting guard (Swish)
I play like I can lose it all
With everything I gain, nigga I just suit and ball
Like the G.O.A.T., change the dollars for the corners
Right on top of the backboard, got it if you ask for it
Through the task force, no tax for it
Got 'em for the low, you can catch the Macs for it
I ain't hustle by choice nigga I had to do it
Streets was cool 'fore they put the rap to it
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
With' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm on the money every damn time (damn time)
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
With' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm on the money every damn time (damn time)
They told me Hip-Hop dead, so late night
I'm at the cemetary diggin' his grave out
These old niggaz washed up, played out
Whip with no top, ballin' with the brains out
I ain't the illest, but niggaz gotta feel us
Buttersoft, you can't brush us off
I'll turn your switch off, homie lights out
Bring out your candles, whip like sandals
No top, PeteyRowe locked
A new blood, young nigga with old gwop
We did drunk in the Rover, dunk
Leave you in your driveway slumped
Fight, lose security to ER and we are
THe R-U-L to the E-R (S)
It's Montana, bitch (ahh)
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
With' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm on the money every damn time (damn time)
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
With' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm on the money every damn time (damn time)
On Fire lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Fergie & Max B)
[French Montana:]
Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire
Key to the villa, fresh out with them killers
Montana, buy that Skrilla
Catch feelings, we don't do those
Hit it from the back, kick her out the door
Hit my phone, ain't no fun
All around, that's a home run
Spent the whole month, flying back
Your bitch hit my line, my line
Shots of Patrone, on the trap phone
Feds at my crib, no one home
Home alone, bring it back
All the hoes love me like Income tax
Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire
[Max B:]
From the Coope to the Benz, no friends
East coast shortey, I hit up French
Waist so small, snif this coke up
Ten mile long bankroll, give me the Cho-cha
She alright, she love the gangstas
She love my voice, I love her swagger
Take her to the trunk
Fuck the bitch, all in the tub
I be deep, like ships in oceans
She so nice, with that devotion
When I fuck, she don't even hit the clutch
Bigger than a buck, shortey don't give a fuck
[French Montana:]
You nasty, boy, you nasty
You nasty, girl, you nasty
You nasty, boy, you nasty
You nasty, girl, you so nasty
Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire
[Holliwood Fergie:]
Welcome to the life of Holliwood Fergie
Chicks wanna cuff me, feds wanna murder me
Where you at, mommy, why you wanna hurt me?
Front roe, but you still ain't churped me
Got me circlin the hood like a pager
North to the south, I'm a real changer
I'm tryna get you to the crib, you know what it is
Put my dick on your lip, let you take a sip
Better yet, fall back, and let you strip
Get your handcuffs, and don't forget your wip
I'm Holliwood Fergie, I know you wanna hit it
Come to my hood, if you wanna get it
Treat her like Halle, treat her like Woopi
M O B, nigga, I'm a sucker for the nooky
Cross over here, I treat her like a rooky
First come to the league, bitch, hit your knees
[Max B:]
We did it in the Honda
She told me it feel better with a condom
Can't hit, till the game end
Snitches, we done rade them
You know I'm a beast, on these beats
Everything is all T B T
Teach me, show me the ropes
That's that thing, Polo
Solo, fuckin up a call back
Baby, I'm pimpin, I got niggas that's squintin
Tryna see what we do
[French Montana:]
Imma get you home, and everything you want
Girl pick up your phone, I'm tryna get you home
You and me, I'm on fire
I'm on fire
Money Man lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana
Look how she up and down that pole
Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
Just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get dat money baby
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Go ahead and get dat money baby
Hundred dollar bottle
What the strippers swallow
Malaya Blacc Chyna
Shout out to Tyga
Red Bottom just to match the Rarri Spider
Plain Jane Rolly got them bitches on fire
Now whoever say I cuff hoes
I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole
Pussy popping, got the squad turning up with hoes
Ace Of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show
Now oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Got spice red all on my shoe
We global like we on the news
Stay in the best designer, we be on the news
Let's get it
Came flipping, I bought it
When I came through in that foreign
Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be
Boring
She need five stacks on that hair
Coke, pills I'm on
Been getting money all year
All them cribs I own
Showty help me slanging fish to meet me at the yard
Godamn, young nigga made it hot
Showty bend it over, throw them bands on it
Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em
We just spend it on the top like a ceiling fan
I can catch a rico of the Instagram
Wrist wrapped up, John Wall
Stacking money up, wall to wall
Closer Than Most lyrics - French Montana (feat. Tre Williams)
What's Gucci my nigga? What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
Getting GuWop
(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Still-a in that trap getting GuWop
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be riding around with that blocka
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Versace shit, Silk The Shocker
Coulda been San Quentin on lock
But I two'd up that ghost
I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonest
But I'm just a product of my environment
Young nigga, young nigga
Pop pills, make mills young nigga
Got wrist, stay trill young nigga
Still talking that, still young nigga
And I ain't ever lose the chain
And shawty head stupid man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run shit like a Greyhound
I'm in here, now who let the Devil in?
I ain't been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ain't never been hesitant
I am your ruler, no measurements
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga
Cash Money 'til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off papers, I heart paper
No sharp paper, better get the point
'Cause I'm point-shaven with a sharp razor
Get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, I'm a geek, I put my niggas on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleep
I can't see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I'm 'bout to go Tunechi man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-
Death Around The Corner lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Max B)
[French Montana:]
I see death around the corner
Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggaz die
I see death around the corner
And look and you can see
A nigga gotta roll up, get ya mind free
I see death around the corner
Lookin' for a way out
Better shoot first, or get laid out
I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
I see death around the corner
All eyes on me
With my Eastside homie, got my.9 on me
If niggaz try to ride on me
You know it's my time homie, ya got nuttin' for me
Your btich is tryna own me
Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me
You gon' die anyway
A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul
If you see us then ya know all the hate keep us goin'
It's survival of the fittest, you ain't with us, nigga die slow
Gotta get my grind on, even though my mind gone
Outta here, whole different timezone
Mind on money, and hoes got me cold-hearted
Got all the money and nuttin' to show for it
Oh boy, when the feds take them pictures
And niggaz steady wishin' on ya downfall
Nigga off the wall like handball
Stand tall, lookin' down
Niggaz goin' to jail and comin' home with beards steady Muslim now
[Max B:]
I see death around the corner
Niggaz still ain't over Green Mile
Saving this moment before the meanwhile
I see death around the corner
They tryna get me while on duty
Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie
I see death around the
Know how it feel when you're about to go
Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio
I see death around the corner, death around the corner
Death around the corner, death around the corner
Death around the corner
We got them hammers, it'll spray, the cannons in a case
Got a ounce of sour deez, we bouncin' through the trees
Got them bitches wanna fuck us
But po, they tryna lock us, but there the niggaz that's causin' all the ruckus
Knowin' they don't love us, them niggaz is tryna be a part
They lie, they don't wanna see us on the charts
We gon' catch 'em in the gutta, we 100, the don blunted
All you bitches get gun-butted
Show no remorse when we see you, my whores is European
Plenty ass, never holdin' them doors meet 'em, greet 'em
Then feed 'em, hit 'em with the dick
So many bitches and true they wanna sit and stay
The only thing I'ma miss
Is riding on you niggaz with a 5th of some Grand Cru while blowin' on a spliff
Shit, but I ain't tryna grip, the boat is takin' they toll
But I ain't tryna kid
I see death around the corner
Niggaz still ain't over Green Mile
Saving this moment before the meanwhile
I see death around the corner
They tryna get me while on duty
Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie
I see death around the
Know how it feel when you're about to go
Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio
I see death around the corner, death around the corner
Death around the corner, death around the corner
Death around the corner
The Remix lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Max B)
[Max B:]
I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
Quarter mil in that Louis bag, shorty wanna do me bad
Get a bitch her do, he pull up in sixes boo
Double up on that hefty bag, I'm the best dick she had
In a long while, momma say all my songs foul
Momma say all my songs sound, provacative
"Mommy, how would you know? That shit you do is not marketed"
I'm gon' spark again, pour me cups of Cru, get me nice and right
Pussy, like it nice and tight, cookies, like 'em nice and light
Fluffy like them biscuits that my momma, when she pulled 'em out the oven
Smelled 'em in the air, bullets fly from everywhere
Bet he pull out a heavy gear, every year
I was sittin' in the penitentiary, look at what was sent to me
Letters from these bitches sayin' "Bigga you gon' have to go back in for conspiracy"
One thing wasn't clear to me
Cared to be, how can you niggas prepare to be something you van't see, smell or touch or taste
'09 ma let's up the stakes
I got a beautiful thang, mami I'm just tryna change
I'm in luv with' you girl, I'm in luv with' you girl
But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
I got a beautiful Range, nice pinky ring and a chain
And a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl
And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
Now dippin' on that lean, got a half a bird
Drivin' up the interstate, dinnerplate in my car
Gots to break it down and bag it up, right before I hit the strip
Gotta move low when I tote that 5th, got a new flow with' a gold 4-5th
Rope that bitch, make her tell me more, basement under the deli store
I'm rarely hard?, better call the Champ Bailey dog
Pop up on the scene, it's like that nigga on a mission for some cream, reincarnate
Every weekend my mom stay
Every weekend she go to church, knows the earth
Take it from your wiz, man I know it hurts, when them stones is on the dirt
When them chromes is on alert, nigga you better talk like a G
Nigga don't be tryna fuck with me
Oww Oww
I got a beautiful thang, mami I'm just tryna change
I'm in luv with' you girl, I'm in luv with' you girl
But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
I got a beautiful Range, nice pinky ring and a chain
And a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl
And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
[French Montana:]
They don't wanna see a young nigga do his thang
We Got Hoes lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Mike Shorey)
[French Montana:]
Got 'em hangin off the rope
Live from the coke
Mr. Montana here it's the year for your folks
You say how could you predict it
When poverty restrict it
And old niggas clogging up the arteries
All I needs
Three bad bitches on my lap
Make it clap
Here baby take a stack
Get your hair done
Don't worry where it came from
My head numb
Weed smoke
Weed toke
I'll tella we ride
With the felonies homie
Get caught with it then without it
Drama got me riding with suicide doors thoughts
Tryin' to make it outta court
Got me beggin', for my life
Pissin' all kinda shit
Paranoid tryna tell my lawyer go all out for me
Ride with me
Do the back roll with my windows up
Homie and my hat low
Man it is what you make it
Backblock dice game rolled on
With the hoody on and the ice chain Montana
[Mike Shorey:]
It don't stop we on a mission
Young niggas been getting money I listened
How ya niggas think I got this position
Speaking all facts and fiction?
Don't you know Don't you know
We got dough
And we get low we get low
On that dro
You already know already know
We got hoes
Reek on the low on the low
We get dough
You already know
Goon Music lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Beanie Sigel, Mac Mustard, Max B & Scarlett)
[Max B:]
Know we just spittin' bars
Boss Don Biggavel
Broad Street Bully, Macaroni With The Cheese
French Montana (C'mon)
Got the boy rockin' with me
Yeah you know we all just spittin' bars
(Sigel) Yeah
[Beanie Sigel:]
The Bully nigga, harder than Levi denims
My 45th, I'ma put long 3-5's in 'em
Twist backwoods, never put my haze in a dutch
Stay drunk off that shit Wayne keep in his cup
And I hate y'all YouTube niggas
When the cameras on, talk about what you gon' do to niggas
When the hammers drawn, you fold up and hoo-koo nigga
This ain't no song, dog I will do you niggas
Don't none of y'all want it with Big Ock
Hit you with the small Smith-Wess or the big Glock
Give you a wig shot, small knife or big razor
Open up ya chest like Vics Vapor
You ass, I'm the shit, you just constipated
Your flow trash, mines Switz, so complicated
Flow easy on the track like the Doctor made it
State P and Gain Greezy, you got to hate it
[Max B:]
Cop a couple V's, couple of E's
I'm icy like nuttin' but skis
Nuttin' in ya sleeze, get her knocked up
I'm a greaseball, heat boss, comin' full-speed, no free call
Both the mean way, spoke to Satan on the three-way
Had ya baby-moms playin' DJ (DJ)
We play, all up in the clouds
Dick all up in ya mouth
Bigga got the answer, stamina, Georgey, pudding pie
I kiss the girls, I made 'em cry, made 'em fade the eye
Off the water, slaughter
Daddy I'm raw, I can buss in ya daughter
Florida, headed out west for Diego
These niggas want seven, Chi-Chi go get the yayo
Coke all white like mayo
Halos all over ya head, like an angel, strangle you, oww
[French Montana:]
Yes indeed
My goons will spray up the room like graffiti
Homie only thing locked up, K's in the closet
Only thing you checkin' is the money you deposit
Talkin' outta line, talkin' outta order
Nigga outta line, I put him outta order
You fuckin' with them lines I'll get you outta order
My money long, I'll make ya day shorter
Like celebit, lions, tigers, pelicans
4-4 nose like a elephant
I ball like Bob Cousy
And you a cop-off Dooly, ya are movie
I'm the real deal, got your bitch on a blue pill
Akon gave me two mill
That's a whole lotta money in the stashbox
I'll push ya head back like a ragtop
Rock gators like the Florida mascot
Reach for my chain get ya head chopped
[Scarlet:]
Scarlett did things, I was gettin' 16 at 15
I watched fritz teens sell coke to Mitch Green
Young girl runnin' the street with tight jeans
Big dreams to get cream and whip things
Now listen, this gram pitchin', I had ambition
Watched my ex-man cook up in my gram's kitchen
He moved rock, he moved more bird than Padoodot
Federal watch if in get up you hot
Raised in the struggle, got my ways from my mother
I'm not easy to touch, y'all niggas won't touch her
Niggas had fun, but I'm, from the ball players
To the actors and rappers, I done did 'em
Got me nowhere, I ain't gotta go there
Biggy told me go hard, no fair, this yo' year
And y'all ain't never been through the struggle, man
And y'all don't know my trouble, man
[Mac Mustard:]
Cru got me leanin' like a lowrider, we're never slippin'
I slam a clip in and get the shit spittin' quicker than Flo-Rida
No, nada, nigga in this game safe
Call him Potato Head when I rearrange his game-face
Shake the league, referees spin and the game take
Karma take his Shuffle, get the name straight, it's Mustard
Spread it on the street, get his brains busted
Spread it on the heat, mark his prey as we speak
Fuck a hand-to-hand, grams of tan, any nigga, man for man
Talk sideways and won't guard, the fuck you think I am
I can get Frenchy and put a whole in a nigga
Or flip it like Maxi with dubs that blow for a nigga
Drugs to grow for a nigga, love to show for a nigga
Pull it out the pocket, and snuff that whore for a nigga
All This Gwop lyrics - Big Mike & French Montana (feat. Beanie Sigel, Mac Mustard, Max B & Scarlett)
[French Montana and Gucci Mane:]
Coke Boys in the building
How are you? I'm good
Montana, boy
Zone 6 in here
Zay's my producer buddy
It's Gucci
You know what we talkin bout, nigga
French Montana
[Gucci Mane:]
No one took no chances on me, and I can't stop
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
I treat her like a toddler, she's talkin' like my daughter
All I do is spoil her, she know that I'm a baller
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
[French Montana:]
I'm a G, baby
Three ladies
Holla at me, on the freeway
Hit they mouth like a Pre-K
Face on the watch froze, breakin' out
Taking out
Own enough ice, you'll be staying out
Homie fly birds
Blaze, French, done made it
Introduced me to the game, now I play it
Homie I'm a baller, you spoil her
She told me you don't talk when you call her
This bitch is out of order
She wanted these sticks
Wait, I gotta get you home, it's kinda late
A playa gotta escape
Homie can't front
I see through the front
Homie that's straight cash I stunt with
[Gucci Mane:]
No one took no chances on me, and I can't stop
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
I treat her like a toddler, she's talkin' like my daughter
All I do is spoil her, she know that I'm a baller
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
I'm in my pretty red thing, with my centerfold up
The battle of the bands in my goddamn trunk
The battle of the bands in my goddamn pants
Real bands worth 20 grand, there's 20 more bands
My girlfriend classy, she don't want no tall can
I drink mine out the bottle, she prefers out the glass
I never had a problem with them feeling on her ass
Cause I'm Gucci Mane, I'm flattered, though they try that, I'm gon blast
I know it sound cocky, but I'm better than her last
I never met that nigga, but he not Gucci Mane
See baby you the coach, and you should put me in
If I [?], baby, you should put me on the bench
It's Gucci!
No one took no chances on me, and I can't stop
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
I treat her like a toddler, she's talkin' like my daughter
All I do is spoil her, she know that I'm a baller
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
40 racks in the club, you know how we ball
Chest iced out, women full of alcohol
Pockets got the mumps, I got my swag from a boss
I ain't Kris Kross, but when I come, I make them bitches jump
[?] my breakfast and my lunch, but I won't make it for dinner
'Cause I'm in my new ride, half a bird in my trunk
I'm puffin on some stunk, lookin for a cutie pie
Ass sittin' higher than the sixes on a [?]
I don't like her attitude, baby show some gratitude
I'm lookin' for a bunny that I can give a karat to (Ring her)
Baby I will carey you
I dropped thirty-thousand and I still don't wanna marry you
No one took no chances on me, and I can't stop
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
I treat her like a toddler, she's talkin' like my daughter
All I do is spoil her, she know that I'm a baller
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
She told my that she was bored, so I told her to go shoppin'
All this gwop, I got the girl spoiled rotten
So Special lyrics - French Montana
(I'm so) Montana (I'm so)
Cocaine (I'm so) uh
We bid in the game, once again
I'm so special, Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Montana (Montana) Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Oooh
Big 4-4, no safety
You'll collapse like JoJo, K-Ci
And my ice like lights from AC
Homie I'm hot like a drop, no AC
They wanna freestyle, I'm tryna stay free
And my crew, all blue like Grape Street
From 8 blocks, I take shots, HD
I'll blast, you'll dash like Stacey
But look ock, I can't stop, I'm waist-deep
Fuck crossin' over, I'm a stay street
Nigga I'm good, I been what the hood made me
I got guns, 7 inches to 8 feet
You ain't Pac, you ain't Fif', you ain't Jay-Z
You ain't Yay', you ain't French, you ain't wavy
For my coke boys, shoot a nigga face off
In the bookings, can make me take my lace off
And my belt, and the voucher for my cake, boss
You know I'm on top of beef like steak sauce
A1, since day one, I caked off
Still slang that 'caine and that haze dog
It's a new religion, my jeans, True Religion
Homie scramble with notes, I'm New Edition
Got that hefty garbage bread
I'm in the backseat gettin' that Harvard head
Aiyy, swaggalicious, with' a bag of bitches
This food for thought, and they got the dishes
They gon' clean the pots, the coke residue
This that crack cocaine for you to listen to
We bid in the game, once again
I'm so special, Oooh
You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time
Roll On 'em lyrics - French Montana (feat. Arizona Slim)
[Arizone Slim:]
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
[French Montana:]
We don't play no games, if you don't know the name
Bitch, you better read the chain, Cocaine City
Let it pop, and tell them niggas "lay down"
Cocaine City
Fresh out the motherlands, spent a couple hundred grand
Rappin, butter tan, I'm back like Dapper Dan
Homie, I've been switching flows, on the block pushin Os
For the gwop, to the top, just to cop different clothes
Homie, we run the show, you can open up the curtains
I see you dudes hurtin, I'm back with the flow
Mad a list of scrap, French is back, better stack
It's a fact, this a nack
Homie, that'd get you clapped
Now I'm in the Lack, laying back, all in black
Gun to clap
Yeah, I have them running like random sack
Man, they know the team, X out the [?]
Westside, New Orlands, driver we bring the driver?
[Arizone Slim:]
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
[French Montana:]
Homie let me run it down, we run the underground
You know shit is up and down
[?] wife her so, French deal right for snow
Tryna flip twice the doe
Tryna cop a range, matching chain
Ice and gold, non stop drop top, rhyme hot, town lock, 3 toys, flip roid, fuck for a [?]
You know we roll on m, we put the 4s on m
Catch them slippin out the club, and send some hoes on m
Watch him sittin [?]
See where he live and hide
Caught m like Trick Daddy, he was tryna slip and slide
This how the Gs ride, westside to the eastside
Let shots, let it pop, have m like knee high
We don't play no games, if you don't know the name
Bitch, you better read the chain, Cocaine City
Let it pop, and tell them niggas "lay down"
Cocaine City
[Arizone Slim:]
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Fittin the roll on M, trap bolls on m
Catch m after the club, and put the 4 on m
Who's poppin, we poppin
We can get it on anywhere
Battlefield lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B)
[Max B:]
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke Wave
Let's sing to the people, yeah
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cause I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar
Owww
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
[French Montana:]
You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail with' ya head on the camera phone
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop
[Max B:]
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Do for Drugs lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B)
[French Montana:]
Max, French Montana, Dame Grease, Coke Wave
This That More Compatible Music
This That Shit That Got Them Feenes Selling They Whole Muthafuckin' Cream
[Max B:]
What You Won't Do For Drugs?
You Think You Got Everything, But You Gonna Need Drugs
You Pawned Your Jewels (Pawned Your Jewels) For Drugs
You Tried Everything But You Gone Need Drugs
I Should Have Knew You Was Trouble Right From The Start
You Stood In MY Corner When That Bitch Broke My Heart
You Came Through, Kept A Brother Up, I Maintained But You Tried To Set A Nigga Up
Fuck It, I Wouldn't Risk, Knowing I'm Living On The Edge
Keep My Burner, 9-1-3 In His Head, Coppers Come And We Fled
It Was Me, Unc & Bugalo. I'm Really The One, Know Tell Me What You Gonna Do
I Think I Need A 50 Piece, That Shit Will Get Me Right, Get Me High
We Running Through The City Fly, Bitches Love When We Fuck
Love When We Come & Light Em Up, Bite Em Up
Baby Come Get In The Truck (What You Wanna Do?)
[Max B:]
What You Won't Do For Drugs?
You Think You Got Everything, But You Gonna Need Drugs
You Pawned Your Jewels (Pawned Your Jewels) For Drugs
You Tried Everything But You Gone Need Drugs
[French Montana:]
Feenes Love The Aroma, Catch Me Outside With My Vest & My Armor
All I See Is Green, Homie I'm A Farmer, Nah That's Off Topic, Fuck The Informants
Gone Hang My Phone, Meet Me Outside, Don't Make It Obvious Jump Up In The Ride
(What You Say? 2x) Money On The Table, Niggas Moving Drugs, Homie Fuck A Label
Granddaddy Kush, Make You Cough A Lung Up, You Can't Go Higher You Can't Go Under
Homie Them Potent O's & Grams In A Roll, Summer To The Spring To The Winter To The Fall
Pieces Of The Hole, Got The Soft & The Hard. Coke Wave Nigga Come Fuck With Your Boy
[Max B:]
I Miss You Darling Where You Been? I Been In Court All Day And I Need A Smoke
Don't Sip That Goose, Never Fucks With Gin
I Gotta Thing For Grand Cru & I Can't Let Go
What You Won't Do For Drugs?
You Think You Got Everything, But You Gonna Need Drugs
You Pawned Your Jewels (Pawned Your Jewels) For Drugs
You Tried Everything But You Gone Need Drugs
Why So Serious? lyrics - French Montana
Sing a happy tune
The boy that cried through you
We live the pictures that have come to past
And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood the sinner...
Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre
I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure
It's slow but sure when I go they'll know Montanas observant arghh arghh
My whip automatic, my guns automatic
Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)
Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I'm bare footed
I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a...
I'm the corner block pot holes concrete
Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs
Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is
In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket
Where I'm cleaning my guns to go kill em
Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw
And I don't want your money you know what I came for
You niggas make your moves
I'll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit
But I was born to fly Montana certified
In case you're under a rock, you never heard of I
Who did the I'm the boss
They call me the nuclear holocaust
We got planners this thick?...
I met your bell like ding dong banana clip
Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split
Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down
And I am master of nothing?... hahahaha
Coke
Ahhh
City Of Dreams lyrics - French Montana (feat. Cassidy & Ar-Ab)
[Cassidy:]
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
[French Montana:]
Got Coke cameras, loaf in the cameras
Keep the stash box for the hammers
Nigga picture bricks, killers, Os
[?] gorillas, wolves
Ar with the AR, I ain't biefin
You niggas ain't even in my radar
Young Bob Barker, Mozzy Parker
All over the beat, Travis Barker
Fif bust, concussion, your ribs crack
Eyes close, the moons like pot holes
Catch a whole round, niggas stick around
That'll lift m up, or sit m down
Niggas rapping the same, but they really twat
We were really hot, when we ran A Block
Slang caine, heavy chain hang, heavy bop
Maintain thangs ame, millys pop
[Cassidy:]
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
[AR-AB:]
I'm tryna get established
If not rappin, I'm in the crack house givin work to an addict
Let niggas fall, til they lookin at a Magnom
Get something straight, Imma take it if I don't have it
You'll see the shotgun, wip twin pipes
Or get the hawk stuck in your windpipe
That's how it go when you live like me
I ain't wanna do the right thing, Spike Lee
I was on the trap, puttin nicks on the block
Or in the clear, stuffing clips to the top
Niggas gonna drop, when I pull the pound
Make your insides show, like an ultrasound
Disrespect fams, sparkin the k, shooten out artery glands
Cause AR keep a pipe full of hollos
Tryna see green, like night vision goggles
[Cassidy:]
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
You ain't gotta ask me what I hustle for
What you think Def Jam need Russle for?
What you think a body builder need muscle for?
I'm worth a couple mill, but still want a couple more
So I count my money, then count it over
I sold plenty coke, but I don't mean fountin soda
I'm rich, call my acountent over
I started off moving bolders, but now I knock mountains over
I told you, me and AB from the same city
And Frenchy came with me, and he from Cocaine City
Loss is the fam, I brought the whole gang with me
And I got them thangs with me, ain't nothing change with me
I ain't never been a dummy man, I'm a farmisist selling drugs, and the perscription is money, man
I need food for the tummy, man
So I go to Cocaine City where it jump like a bunny, man
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends
Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream
Cocaine City, the city of dreams
Straight Cash lyrics - French Montana (feat. Shorty Ol' Face)
Ay yo man
I walk in the dealership, so they have the nerve to ask me
What my credit like
I'm like "Bitch, how you want, straight cash"
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
All my block huggers know I'm 'bout that straight cash
Round paper, all cake, straight cash
I'm The Laundry Man, straight cash
Washed up, stacked up, straight cash
I bought a house to put bricks, straight cash
Next to a brick house fulla straight cash
100 grand in the couch, straight cash
(Smack a ho in the mouth)
Straight cash
Took my momma out the hood, straight cash
There's no engine in the hood, just straight cash
You get killed in the hood, straight cash
(There's no consignment in the hood)
Straight cash
Man it's good how I feel, straight cash
You might be worth a mill, (but it ain't cash)
Put money on ya grill, straight cash
Buy you out your deal, straight cash
Clap
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
Yeah, ya know I'm talkin' 'bout that straight cash
There's no clothes in the closet, straight cash
There's no sneakers in the boxes, it's straight cash
I just got a drop for that straight cash
Hit 'em with a [?] with that straight cash
A hunnid on the watch, straight cash
Now the feds wanna watch, that straight cash
Sluttin' on your bitch, straight cash
A hunnid on the wrist, straight cash
I was grindin' on the block, straight cash
Now I bought the block, straight cash
My niggas move the white, straight cash
GT all white, straight cash
Five stacks on the purple, straight cash
Plus, the Range all purple, straight cash
Kidnapped your wife, straight cash
Look, homie, ain't nothing like straight cash
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
Yeah, ya know I'm talkin' 'bout that straight cash
I get straight cash, I mean, break fast
Highway hustler, bricks behind the break glass
I'm on that Dame Dash, I'm on that Roc-A-Fella
We add that baking soda, that's how we rock it fella
I'm talkin' tan and yella, this be that gray and white
I'm talkin' straight cash, cool meal overnight
My whips, bought 'em straight cash
My bitch want the straight cash
My crib got me straight cash
Got work, I need a weight class
Never ever see me broke no mo'
If I ain't in that two-seater than I'm in that photo
Me, it's S550, tell ya bitch to photo
Man my money Yao Ming shawty, yours Toto
I need straight cash
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
Yeah, ya know I'm talkin' 'bout that straight cash
I just hit a store for a 100 large
I don't need to drive 5, I don't need 100 cars
I need 150 thou, square feet
Army fatigues, scopin' out for dead meat
I make you walk the plank bare feet
And he is not to walk around in these streets
And he is not to talk around on these beats
Still, he ain't even like that, he ain't even write that
Letters from the pen see, he ain't even write back
What's ya preference, ya whole style's referenced
Nigga, my whole style's some next shit
The gauge spit, ooh I see what you had for breakfast
Green eggs, sausage, nigga we the Gain Greene bosses
Cut 'em down, put 'em in a coffin
Flossin'?, nigga stay high like he mj
Suites in the Tribec, y'all know where my mens stay
Owww, (Clap)
I mean you know I love moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Moneyyyyy (Clap) Moneyyyyy (Clap)
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash
Take money (money) Take money
Take money (money) Yeah that straight cash
Take money (money) Take money (money)
Yeah, ya know I'm talkin' 'bout that straight cash
It Was All Good lyrics - French Montana
Hard up, thinking bout the best move next
Light fuck jet blue, I need a blue jet
Never underestimate the underdog green
(Damn sir, where'd you find this?)
Best thing came about to your feast
Came up, what a hell of a man
4-4, long nose, call me elephant man
Drag the niggas from the bottom to the bottom, homie I could tell
From crabs in the bucket to the last to tell
Back in my little room shack, work flipping the back
Nigga trippin' the set, I gotta lick here
9 inch show by the brick hell
Like fuck good day, this a good year
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, we're all on em
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Triple double, triple double, triple double
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Get me on the court and I'm
Troubling the exotic sports car, no top
Something gorgeous inside it, asking if she could drive it
They don't make this for novice, they make these for pilots
On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel
Hater tryna throw mud, it's love
I came out standing steel
What's really real when these bitches behaving
Like in air force all sex crazy
My home girl molly came got it poppin'
I'm just watchin', pullin' the lighter from my back pocket like they had karate
She won't kick it, sit by me
Come over to the crib, get hit by me
Woke er up and told er get that money to them lanes
You were sent by me, it's jet life over here partner
And plus nobody I know got popped in
New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes
Avoid potholes on these streets, I am dreaded
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, we're all on em
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Triple double, triple double, triple double
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Today was a good day, great day
Yea, it was a pay day
So make way for motherfuckers only bout that gray day
Making money now, what the fuck you talkin' bout
When these bitches start trippin' we just lock em out
Gotta bounce, and that's a regular day
For that independent rap shit I'm paving the way
They hatin' away that I'm bathing in a
Hustler coming for your neck, better make your escape
I came in shittin', real grain grippin'
Bitches on that Cobain, cocaine sniffin'
But they just on a quest to be some rock stars
We party hard and we duckin' from them cop cars
This Mac Miller, Montana
Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera
Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands
You don't got another music, respect the man
10 Toes lyrics - French Montana
Somewhere at 'Erica
Yeah
Coke Boy, baby
Yeah
As we float
Yeah
My mind gone, plane landed, time zone
Made man, changed plans, heart freeze
Think I'm goin' crazy, gotta take it easy
All we had was faith, all we had was faith, all we had was us
In Allah we trust, never bite the bait
All they had was gas, had to hit the breaks
Said she fell in love and everybody fake
Caught another shootin', here's another case
Rap game worse than sellin' crack
Tell the label "Send a check", fuck the plaque
Catch a RICO from a chat
Stay humble, you might fall on your face
Atlanta shootin' on the highway, L.A. killers run in your place
Ten toes down 'til we come up
And when we come up, we gon' help you through it
Show you how you really supposed to do it
Measure your success by the lives you bless
Shorty serenade my soul, 'cause she know I be stressed
My mind gone, plane landed, time zone
Made man, changed plans, heart freeze
Think I'm goin' crazy, gotta take it easy
Ten toes down 'til we come up
If she ain't play the cards, I don't want her
Ten toes down 'til we come up
It hit different when you got it out that condom
I got questions, not answers (Ayy), hittin' licks, dancin' (Ayy)
Son'd a nigga so long, I think I got a grandson (Ah)
Whippin' up a Cullinan, used to whip the Wraith (Skrrt)
Never let yesterday take too much of today (Nah)
Worryin' about a loss, you gon' lose before you start (Uh-huh)
Gotta make two-mill' to make one, it's an art (Tax)
You think you ain't controlled, I've seen the best fold (Fold)
Walked out like John Gotti after he told (Uh-huh)
The more you learn, the less you bleed (Haan)
Game colder than my neck, a sleeve
Best advice I got was invest in me (Haan)
Never let 'em stress you
'Cause everybody that hated gon' tell everybody how they met you
My mind gone, plane landed, time zone
Made man, changed plans, heart freeze
Think I'm goin' crazy, gotta take it easy
Ten toes down 'til we come up
If she ain't play the cards, I don't want her
Ten toes down 'til we come up
It hit different when you got it out that condom
100 lyrics - French Montana (feat. Cheeze, Chinx Drugz)
[Intro]
I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me
My hands, they're strong, but my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms without falling to your feet
But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true
[Chorus]
Promise always keep 100 strapped with 100 clips
Started from 100 dollars tryna make 100 Ms
Lost 100 niggas bought bout about 100 whips
Made about 100 visits sent about 100 flicks
100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100 100
[Cheeze]
Your new mixtape albums we break upon
Put that mac in his face no make up on
Home invasions your mouth we puttin tape upon
Blaze through your forehead no shape up on
Yeah its cheeze I'm the one that get my cakin on
In the kitchen pie flippin with my apron on
I gotta have patience but they taking long
They ain't got no cool nigga breakin on
100 bottles 100 bitches
2 o's 100 swishas
Million dollar dream blue dream wishes
Ice shining tryna scheme with your misses
[Chorus]
Promise always keep 100 strapped with 100 clips
Started from 100 dollars tryna make 100 Ms
Lost 100 niggas bought bout about 100 whips
Made about 100 visits sent about 100 flicks
100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100 100
[Chinx Drugz]
Took took took the game by surprise they ain't see us coming
See they tracks in the sand got these suckers running
Fresh off this life from poverty board that money train
Put 100 on your head you can keep the change
I lost 100 niggas gained zero friends
I'm 6-0 feel like I never gain to win
Some call it ungrateful I call it overdue
Double styrephone cup with that purple juice leanin
Big money schemin
Dump tell stack I said what up
Fuck em I ain't lettin up
Got the game by the testi cal
Gun range tested sks and the 50 cals
Quiet but my jewerly loud
My money went from spud webb to Manute Bol
Im ballin hot these niggas luke cold
They dont want the money
Thats why they run from it
If you a stand up nigga then keep it 100
[Chorus]
Promise always keep 100 strapped with 100 clips
Started from 100 dollars tryna make 100 Ms
Lost 100 niggas bought bout about 100 whips
Made about 100 visits sent about 100 flicks
100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100 100
[French]
My niggas put in work
Shawty held me down
Hustlin paid the bills
Karma came around
That fast money came nigga then I lost touch
When it sounds too good nigga I never trust it
From crabs in the bucket to them lobster tails
From the block to trynna get madonna sale
They got keys from west, to hittin key west
Thats a mother fucker, delonte west
Gettin high off moll nigga, fuck niggas lame
Thats a hundred thou trynna fix the pain
Niggas stole our style trynna switch the game
Hoppin out the shower throw on a hundred chain
Ain't Worried About Nothin' (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Miley Cyrus)
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
[Miley Cyrus]
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't really worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
[Miley Cyrus]
Broke a record on the day I dropped my video
I got three thick girls in my video
Pop a molly and you know you know you'll never stop
You think I'm turnt up, wait until my album drops
Versace, versace versace I wear that vintage versace
Fashion week you can find me in New York posing for the paparazzi
And I'm all white like french montana
Oh shit there goes Hannah Montana
Acting like a little southern girl
Now twerking like I grew up in atlanta
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't really worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin around with that work, strapped up with that Nina
Got Two bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
Money don't mean nothin' (nada), bitches don't mean nothin' (nada)
Come here with your hand out, nigga I don't owe you nothin' (nana)
I'm ridin' round with that work, Max lost trial I'm hurt
I'll ride through Mott Haven, I'll ride through Castle Hill
You know that Coupe half a million, fuck how niggas feel
Cause I ain't really worried 'bout nothin', my niggas ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
Ridin around with that work, strapped up with that Nina
Got Two bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [x3]
Ain't Worried About Nothin' (Skeemix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Game, Dizzy Wright, Crooked I & Problem)
[Intro: French Montana]
(HAHHH!) French Montana!
I came out to the West Coast; they told me "Look man
If you don't DJ, SKEEEE, you ain't rockin' out here"
You kno what I'm sayin'? So I had to come personally to the studio
And had to meet my dawg DJ Skee, French Montana, all the way from the westside
[Chorus: French Montana]
Ain't worried bout nothin', nigga, I ain't worried bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried bout nothin', nigga, I ain't worried bout nothin' (HAHHH!)
I ain't worried bout nothin', Skee ain't worried bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried bout nothin', DJ Skee ain't worried bout nothin'
[Problem]
Ridin' round with that work, went out for them people
And them ho niggas looking thirsty, please get them Aquafina
Money gone faster than cheetahs, old hoes miss this king like Cleveland (WHAAAT?!)
I ride through the hood, sucka niggas be hatin'
Say they sure gon' get at me, I been anxiously waitin'
Sippin' Pina Coladas, smoking flower with asians
Bitches, can't worry bout nothin', nigga, I ain't worried bout nothin'
Nigga wanna fight, we can trunk 'em, Reebok pump lumps in the young punk, ya feel? No 'elcome
[Chorus]
[Crooked I]
I'm in the strip club, Secret Sunday, nigga got a 50 Band necklace on
I'm by myself, I'm turnin' up, haters out here better respect the throne
It's C.O.B. until they bury a nigga, Sut two times, what up my COB
This street money, I ain't worried nigga, I don't work, but see I love my job (Nigga work)
See me rollin' up the block, while I'm throwin' up a knot, and I'm going to the spot
Bad shorty on my jock, bad shorty on my jock, open up her box on the Coconut Ciroc
This Eastside, L.B. City boy, rock (2 Chainz) like Tity Boi
Crooked I live like a model with ass, that mean a nigga sit pretty boy
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
[Chorus]
[Dizzy Wright]
Eastside, Las Vegas, young player comin' out of nowhere
Now I'm rappin' with the Big Seans, you like "Woah dere, lil nigga, don't go there"; so rare
I'm prepared for the lifestyle, spit it how I live it when the mic's out
Got a housewife in a nightgown - before rap, the one L, but let me put the pipe down
Comin' from the city of the Fight Night, bringin' entertainment to the limelight
All the city really needed was an artist, and guess who the hottest, guess who got the green light
Skee life, what it be like, Dizzy Wright be like what the tree like?
Kushed out in the function, can't kill my vibe, fuck nigga I ain't worried bout nothin'
[Chorus]
[Game]
Got a million on my neck, lil fuck nigga, I ain't worried bout much
Y'all worried bout us, 16 out the clip till his watermelon bust
Got a bitch ridin' shotgun, with a .45 and a Louis Vuitton clutch
Where I been? In the cut, now I'm back, it's a rap, whole world on my nuts
And your girl on my nuts, consequences when these niggas be cuffin'
I'mma hit her run, them I'm pulling out, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothin'
I ain't worried bout nothin', red styrofoam cup, sippin' on that gas
I can slow it down like French, or I can go Twista on that ass
My nigga turn it up, never turn down, while I'm sippin' the Don, my niggas gettin' it on, we got yo bitch in a thong
Flippin' her dome, one sip and she gone, we turn it on, give her the long bone, and then she go home
Make a nigga pull a grip out the cut, call a bitch I could fuck - have her howlin' at the moonlight
AK 47 in your bitch; put the pussy on Instagram, show you what the goon like
These LA hoes don't like me cause I fucked 'em all
I wear Louis, I wear Gucci, nigga fuck the mall
Niggas kill the club, so they kill fraud
I'm bout to kill me a nigga, and beat the charge
[Chorus]
[French Montana]
Ridin' round with that work, strapped up with that Nina
Got two bad bitches with me, molly and Aquifina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me
[Chorus]
[Outro: French Montana]
French Montana live...
The hottest out the East Coast
My dawg DJ SKEE... live from the westside
MONTANA! [echoes] (HAHHH!)
Alcatraz lyrics - French Montana
I'm expensive everyday, I ain't free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)
I'm expensive everyday, I ain't free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)
I'm a gremlin (I'm a gremlin)
I knew the ass fake and still hit it (Still hit it)
Her friend ate it, you been hated (Been hated)
Word to 112, my life ain't peachy (Ain't peachy)
Goin' viral like Fat Joe and them Yeezys (Fat Joe and them Yeezys)
You know who got them hits, boy (Boy), straight drop (Drop)
You ain't poppin' (Pop), don't make me Kay Flock 'em (Flock 'em)
Split the work, had to J. Lo and ARod 'em (ARod 'em)
Then I shipped it out to Philly like James Harden (Bah)
Put the hoes in the SoHo house (SoHo house)
Feeling like Nelly, might snipe your bitch, put the porno out (Woo)
The mayor want to meet them young boys that's wildin' (Wildin')
It ain't drill music (Music), they been catching bodies (Baow)
Bust 'em down, four o's, no Audi (Skrrt)
Ridin' with the mozzy like Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
They thought it was funny, they was trollin' (Trollin')
Caught 'em like DaBaby, they was bowlin' (They was bowlin')
Montana floods, city, you ain't making no noise (No noise)
I just stashed D. Thang up, them coke boys (Coke boys)
I feel like Ye through the car crash (Car crash)
Feel like Ye 'cause me and Ye killed the curse from the Kardashians (Woo)
They shot me from behind, that's a flashback (Flashback)
It was a body on the scene from the blast back (Blast back)
She lied on her booty, that's an ass cap (Ass cap)
I asked her, what's her sign? She said "CashApp" (CashApp)
I came with the drama like Jack Harlow (Jack Harlow)
That Bugatti two-toned like Winnie Harlow (Ah)
South Bronx, southside with the hitters
Back like Joe Rogan, I ain't fucking with you bitches
Shawty said "50K", she ain't said enough (Said enough)
I'm a Mac, baby, I ain't no swindler (Swindler)
From the floor up (Up), no ceilings (No ceilings)
No bored apes, just gorillas (Just gorillas)
Super cold, Dr. Dre at the SuperBowl
Two below, been Death Row before Snoop controlled (Woo)
Five bricks in the G5 (G5)
I run the apple like Steve Jobs (Steve Jobs)
Ride big V's like the G house (G house)
Montega in the flash, Mac & Cheese 5
Uh, I'm expensive everyday, I ain't free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)
I'm expensive everyday, I ain't free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)
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