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I Know Crack lyrics - French Montana (feat. Corte Ellis)

[Hook:]

Gettin money on my own pace

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin head in the freeway

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin money in a bag

Phone taps from the feds

Break'em down

Stack the bread

Tell me what you know

Hey now

Tell me what you know about it

[Verse 1:]

Red, Yellow, Blue diamonds

What ya know about it

My cross light cause frostbite

What ya know about it

Hundred thou' nigga

What ya know about it

And I ain't talkin bout a check

What ya know about it

Respect on the street

What ya know about it

Before you rapped on a beat

What ya know about it

You fuck niggas queer

And I know about it

The streets see it clear

And they know about it

Fuck rap I sell oz's

What ya know about it

I sell product for my soul

What ya know about it

GT Sport

What ya know about it

Engine Start when I talk

What ya know about it

[Hook:]

Gettin money on my own pace

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin head in the freeway

Tell me what you know about it

Puttin money in a bag

Phone taps from the feds

Break'em down

Stack the bread

Tell me what you know

Hey now

Tell me what you know about it

[Verse 2:]

Mixtapes/Videos

What ya know about it

I ain't need the radio

What ya know about it

Back against the wall

What ya know about it

And I came back with more

What ya know about it

Keep this work

What ya know about it

Nigga we everywhere

You just heard about it

Get knocked

Don't say a word about it

Seen the realest niggas fold

What ya know about it

Bitches lined up at the shows

What ya know about it

Head blow ya out ya clothes

What ya know about it

I took over the streets

What ya know about it

I grind No sleep

What ya know about it

[Hook:]

Gettin money on my own pace

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin head in the freeway

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin money in a bag

Phone taps from the feds

Break'em down

Stack the bread

Tell me what you know

Hey now

Tell me what you know about it

I Know You Heard lyrics - French Montana, Mazzaratti Redd & Gee Munz

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

I ain't worried 'bout none of these niggas

So what you talking, nigga? I'ma come getcha

Nigga, ain't painting no picture

Nigga, I was born and raised with them killers

Came a long way to get to where I'm at now

Got me feeling space ship high, can't get knocked down

Got me touching fifty states like Greyhound

Thug like four, my 2Pac shit, I get around

Shit's sick when you living in the moment

Shit is even sicker on eight hundred, my growth

You ain't know I was raised by the best of 'em

I stay gold, I ain't nothing like the rest of 'em

On my big cousin, nigga, I don't stress nothing

I ain't scared to die 'cause I know that bullshit coming

Tryna stay cumming and you niggas made woman

It was real simple, she was waiting on me

Real hood nigga, I move me

You could try but couldn't find another one this clean

The game on point like that small red bean

And the money is the only thing about me green

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

This a movie like The Drive In

Where is money? That's where you find him

Got some real street niggas tryna chime in

One call could pull strings like a violin

Chase red Maserati with the two tone

If you ain't copping then beat it, we running shoe zone

Been trill, been a thug since the group home

Niggas chilling, I don't know the page dude's on

Yeah, that's when the envy start

Get the rap game light, now it's finna be dark

Rock around and watch like you soon to depart

I got pitched outta hit when the enemy bark

Yeah, these other bitches can't get over him

I got a wife and she'll hit him like a doberman

She don't let another soul get close to him

You nigga see me ballin' like it's open gym

If you ain't eating at the table then

Tell me how the fuck you bitch niggas get to toast with them

Niggas told you eight but the quote is ten

Deep dishes on the six, I'm supposed to win

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

I Like Girls (Freestyle) lyrics - French Montana

My birthday girls

Big booty girls

I like girls

That like other girls

I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like me

She dancing on her she dancin on me

It feel so good I buy another drink

Cuz I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like meh

Freak on dress on nah I'm tryna get outta there

Bottles of patron baby go n take a shot o that

Gucci LV Prada that

Know I'm new peek too freaks follow that

Winters in the south Summers in the east

And the mansion paid for Condo on the lease

Yous gon blast Shawty on ayh

You know I'm tryna bounce like a ball pass

My girl got a girl and the girl got a girl too

You know I slur with the words got the bird flu

And the four door panaromic

Bad boy Michael Air

Montana

My birthday girls

Big booty girls

I like girls

That like other girls

I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like me

She dancing on her she dancin on me

it feel so good I buy another drink

Cuz I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like meh

I'm On It lyrics - French Montana (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Nipsey Hussle & Big Sean)

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

And nigga I'm on it, nigga I'm on it

[French Montana:]

Got the proposition, with no pot to piss in

We the hardest out, there ain't no competition

And I be's the jungle fever

Get the heart cheaper, lower than a dark caesar

Unbeatable, unbelievable and the drug dealers love me told me I don't need the blow

Here's a half a brick nigga you don't need to show

But I took it easy like I don't see the toe

Jewellery 3 below, niggas get bureau

Tunnel vision on that money I don't see a hoe

I'm bout the chops, that shawty [?] blew up a body part

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

And nigga I'm on it, nigga I'm on it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh

First nigga to put it down, rep the city the way I do it

Got these niggas rolling they drugs, bitches with they hands out

But we don't feed nothing but champagne and zigzag stuffers

Taking pictures with my campaign stuntin,

Nigga I ain't showin off, them niggas tuck they wings

I'm the flyest in my course

I always forget the game sittin courtside with my bad bitch as she roll up too

Jessica Bunay you should fear

No wear near tied but had a good year

If bitches still choosing niggas hating on me

If you ain't talking paper that's another story

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

And nigga I'm on it, nigga I'm on it

[Nipsey Hu$$le:]

Slim type of nigga they know not to push

Plus I got them type of choppers leave Osama shook

Real crook, you would think I'm some type of Bush

More bitches open up their legs so I octopus

It's all money yeh, but that's just common sense

I wish that ya'll could see these checks I be depositin

Wiz drives in, Big drives in

Bitch times 10, like fuck who out the fam

We just do us, you just copy them

2 Xs 1 L we the top 10

And I ain't never been to big about what the critics say

Unless the critics say that type of shit they getting paid

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

And nigga I'm on it, nigga I'm on it

[Big Sean:]

I just, I just want the money and the power

And I get em both 10 000 miles an hour

That's why your girl will leave with me but you will not allow her

Fuck your lil section bitch I want the entire

My nigga Wiz roll up like cripple respect

Man I bet you call big when I'm little

And she goin call me big when wiggle

Me and 2 hoes and I'm just chillin in the middle

Biiitch, your whole life is fictional

You bitch want to play doctor on my dick she want my physical

Smokin medical marijuana, my shit's medicinal

I love it, love it, love it

Bitch I love it unconditional

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

And nigga I'm on it, nigga I'm on it

I Think I Luv Her lyrics - French Montana

[Chorus]

I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her)

Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha)

Doggin with no rubber (rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber)

Shes a movie, got that magic box, got a nigga going stupid [X2]

[Verse 1]

She's a money train, we be runnin thangs

Shorty down to ride, trust her with a hundred thangs

If ya money gone, go wit it

That's the first thing, talk about that real kitty on the backs just her and me

Shorty, ride or die and I can dig it, she be ready

Homie everytime she call I know she talkin bout that fetti

I let her push the drop, I be shot gun wit it

Bout 30 on my wrist, and my neck 150

Coupe stupid low, and I be stupid high

Cup full of yack lean, call me super fly

I'm talkin Louis 13, money be the first thing

Hello, I'm ballin like Melo

[Chorus]

I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her)

Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha)

Doggin with no rubber (rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber)

Shes a movie, got that magic box, got a nigga going stupid [X2]

[Verse 2]

I'm talkin Louis 13, money be the first thing

Hello, I'm ballin like Melo

Shorty from the ghetto

Nigga don't be stupid

Pull them things out, have it lookin like a movie

Me and my bitch

I'm talking Mackavelli

Hustlin I was skinny, now got that money belly

Hit that money celly

Talkin bout that work (work, work, work, work, work)

Rollin up the purp

I do stupid shows, I got stupid gwop

I got stupid hoes and shes my bottom twat

I got a stupid knot, you know we stupid hot

A hundred thou lick, that's a stupid drop

[Chorus]

I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her)

Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha)

Doggin with no rubber (rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber)

Shes a movie, got that magic box, got a nigga going stupid [X2]

I'm 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

If I Go Down lyrics - French Montana

(from "National Champions" soundtrack)

If I go down, don't let me fall for nothin' (Han)

Give me all my time, I want it all in hunnids (Frrrtt)

I made it out, a hundred miles I'm runnin'

So if I go down, don't let me fall

Don't let me fall for nothin'

What is your price? (Woo)

What will it cost to toss all your morals aside? (Yeah)

Piece of the pie (Hey, hmm)

Somethin' foreign to drive (Skrr)

What would you put on the line? (Yeah)

They say they can guarantee

All the money you need, if you tradin' your soul first (Tradin' your soul)

When the money ain't egal, bring out the evil in people

What is your soul worth? (What it's worth?)

Let us pray (Yeah)

Father forgive 'em 'cause they do not know what they've done (Know what they've done)

Came from the bottom, the slums and we got it straight out the mud, only because

The pressure they tried to put on me was never enough

Momma was right when she called me a sun of gun

So you better duck

May Heaven forgive you for pressin' your luck (Boom, boom)

If I go down, don't let me fall for nothin' (Han)

Give me all my time (My time), I want it all in hunnids (Frrrtt)

I made it out, a hundred miles I'm runnin'

So if I go down, don't let me fall

Don't let me fall for nothin' (Montana)

Oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh

Oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh

I made it out, a hundred miles I'm runnin'

So if I go down, don't let me fall

Don't let me fall for nothin'

When the options are slim and the lights in the stadium dim (Hey)

What kind of man will you be?

When you look at a picture of who you've become in the mirror

I hope that you like what you see

'Cause if you don't, all of the glory and fame

Bright lights, crowd cheerin' your name

The house with the gate (Hey)

The money and accolades

Will all be obtained in vain

What if when everything gone and you're there alone, with nothin' to show for

Will you still have the drive like a chauffeur?

Dig yourself out the grave that you made for yourself

Without any help (Help)

These are the cards and the choices that everyone's dealt

Regardless the pain that you felt

This ain't the time to cry and call on yourself

If I go down, don't let me fall for nothin' (Han)

Give me all my time (My time), I want it all in hunnids (Frrrtt)

I made it out (Han), a hundred miles I'm runnin'

So if I go down, don't let me fall

Don't let me fall for nothin' (Montana)

Oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh

Oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah, oh

I made it out, a hundred miles I'm runnin'

So if I go down, don't let me fall

Don't let me fall for nothin'

(Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall)

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall)

Don't let me fall (Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall)

Don't let me fall (Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall)

Julius Caesar lyrics - French Montana

[Intro:]

Check it out, it's Notorious BIG with my peoples present

If you don't know now you know

[Bridge:]

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

[Verse 1:]

Smoking on that granddaddy like it's legal

We talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

Shawty hold it down, nigga she's a keeper

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Came up out the block tryna make a dollar

Then I bought the drop, gave a bitch a dollar

Dirty money, all my niggas stackin piles

Fully quipin wheels and my gang got em

Talk about that bread, should make a move

Jerk it to the end, to the roof

Young nigga ballin, man I done told er

Servin them the coke, without the coke

Getting money, blowin money, rich & poor

Gator shit like I play for Florida

I done cleared about 10 mill

And my chain about 10 deals

Drink lean, smoking marijuana

World Cup FIFA, watching Maradona

[Hook:]

We talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

[Verse 2:]

Team full of shooters, we don't got a code

Just a duffle bag with a lot of O's

All my niggas make moves, all them bitches be choosing

All them cars be toppin, all of my niggas ain't losin

They get it fresh up out the border

I might cook it on a yacht on the border

Bad bitches getting high beside the border

Shawty need a sponser, tell her I owe her

Me and Marley Marl next night

Lost 200 on the same body

Take two of these and take a flight

Fuck a photo shoot, we do this every night

[Hook:]

We talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

LA Leakers Freestyle #124 lyrics - French Montana

Ain't no friends in this industry

My brother serving butter, hand-in-hand with a felony, ayy

Orchestrate the official like Quincy Jones

Big choppa spittin' like Krayzie Bone

Hustle on the thousand, made to pay my home

David and Galala, neck full of million stones

I have fiends shootin' dope like the vaccine

Word to Quavo, even Saweetie had to tap in

Re-write my thoughts, re-invent my sauce, re-soap my bars

Man, if all you got is money, then you broke to me

You know we ain't stoppin'

You can't feed a hungry stomach with a full pocket

Sendin' shooters back in dresses, who you finnesin?

Used to show 'em all the tricks, now I keep 'em guessin'

I wasn't born rich, this that growth and hustle

And you appreciate 'em all when you know the struggle

H.N.I.C. like Prodigy from 40th

Sporty V, with a pigeon like sporty thieves

Yeah, I talk and live it

Yeah, I had to hit it

Even though she got five kids, her stomach nitted

Back when Gucci charged me 5K for a verse

I asked for my money back and still used the verse

Burn bridges, river full of boats

G5 through the clouds full of smoke

That was early fame

Coupe sporty, young Barry Gordy

A young prince, cup full of purple rain

I spin blocks, slide on beats

Abu Dhabi, Dubai, I'm Montana The Sheik

But just imagine how crazy I had to be

I was dreaming out of Africa

That's like breaking out of Alcatraz at Attica

And I been humble for a decade

While your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays

They ain't last four years straight

Back y'all like a stadium, I had a field date (Haan)

Brothers in the industry

My brother serving butter, hand-in-hand with a felony

A fact

Amnesia comin' soon, that's a fact, you heard?

Justin Credible, you heard?

Heavy on the South-Bronx, you heard?

Slang wait, keep the 8th by the bed

Best way to hold a snake is by the head

You gonna see the devil when you make your first million

Make sure your brain stronger than your feelings

Social media made niggas forget they're rappers

They Martin now

Graduated, all cap and gown

Your favorite rapper green-digging like the red

Nowadays it be Corona like being the feds

If you die rich, you lost someone that died broke

Camouflage

Hammer with the entourage

First millionaire, I'm a family tree

You gotta respect it

AO's, reality check it, uhh

It be the plug that tell you to pull the plug on you

It be the plug till they pull the plug on you

Up the ladder of sucessfull text will build and destroy

Still shining

Still grinding

Life Worth Living lyrics - BLEU & French Montana

[French Montana:]

You know what it is

When you hear that "Haan"

Blew it up (Montana)

Uh

G's up, hoes down

Bitch can't swim, she gon' drown

From the bottom. that nigga you know now

You talkin' 'bout the wave, we started a whole sound

[BLEU:]

Before I go to sleep, I pray for a billion

These bad bitches sure make life worth livin'

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin'

They say they wanna kill him but it's cap

They say he really livin' what he rap

Really livin' what he rap, uh

Really livin' what he rap (Real)

These bad bitches sure make life worth livin' (For real)

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin'

I'm done bein' humble

That bank account showin' extraordinary numbers

Comma, comma, comma, buildin' million dollar entities

Comma, comma, comma, 'til it turn to parenthesis

All this fuckin' drama, we was friends, now we enemies

Niggas that I played with in park ball little leagues

Shit gettin' weird, nigga blowin' up suddenly

Got it in the Louie bag, only for emergencies

Knowin' that I sex you, you still actin' cordially

You ain't tell the internet nothin' out of courtesy

All these niggas young bosses, comin' up up under me

I can feel the summer breeze, the crib like Tony, resort style

I got niggas handle my shit out of the courts now

Kickin' your door down, them lawsuits easy to file

Hope you can swim, this water easy to drown (Yeah)

Before I go to sleep (Sleep), I pray for a billion (Billion)

These bad bitches sure make life worth livin' (For real)

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin' (For real)

They say they wanna kill him but it's cap (Cap)

They say he really livin' what he rap (Yeah)

Really livin' what he rap, uh

Really livin' what he rap (Real)

These bad bitches sure make live worth livin' (For real)

This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin'

[French Montana:]

(Montana)

Livin' what I rap, I might go down for the RICO (RICO)

Snipin', catch me with Anitta in Puerto Rico (Woo)

This that Paul Wall gold grill, Mike Jones piece (Uh)

It's that Kentucky John Wall with the arm sleeves (Uh)

And if that head good, pay the car note

My front yard like Rozay car show (Haan)

Shorty bad, she wanna be the BM

But if I curve, she gon' screenshot the DM's (Ah)

Hundred-mil' diamond singles, done bein' humble (Humble)

Hits every summer, whole decade, I ain't fumble (Haan)

But then again, all glory to God

She gon' do it for the boy 'cause she married to the mob (Mob)

G's up, hoes down

Bitch can't swim, she gon' drown

From the bottom. that nigga you know now

You talkin' 'bout the wave, we started the whole sound

[BLEU:]

Before I go to sleep (Sleep), I pray for a billion (Billion)

These bad bitches sure make life worth livin' (For real)

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin' (For real)

They say they wanna kill him but it's cap (Cap)

They say he really livin' what he rap (Yeah)

Really livin' what he rap, uh

Really livin' what he rap (Real)

These bad bitches sure make life worth livin' (For real)

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin' (For real)

(This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin')

(This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin')

Lockjaw (Clue Radio Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Kodak Black, Jeezy, Rick Ross & DJ Khaled)

[DJ Khaled & Jeezy:]

This the remix

It be hard to watch the 10 when the haters keep watchin'

Clue, what's happenin'?

Woo, woo

Remix

[Kodak Black & French Montana (Jeezy):]

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin' (Straight up)

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin'

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin' (Yeah)

I ain't even tryna talk 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

She ain't tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin' (That's the one)

Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knockin' (Yeah)

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin' (Y'all know what's happenin' nigga)

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin' (Snow)

Bite down, bite down (Low key, this your block)

It'd be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin' (Rest in peace, Bankroll Fresh, you know)

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

[Jeezy:]

It be hard to throw it to 'em when the 100 keep stickin'

Got some niggas out in Tampa, yeah they banned Scottie Pippen

In the 'rari, by him damn self, boy, Jeezy trippin'

And it's candy apple red, see I thought that he Crippin'

Y'all gon' have to body me, I got hitters on my side

It's a fact motherfucker, your baby mama on my timeline

Yeah bitch, I run my city like a motherfuckin' primetime

Prime 1 12, South Beach, I like to find out

You rappers on that rap sheet, know it's rich before that

That Draco in the drop top, screamin' free Kodak

She gone off the Xannies, got my head down her panties

She say her name Lateesha, why I keep on sayin' Tammy

[Kodak Black and French Montana:]

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin'

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin'

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

I ain't even tryna talk 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

She ain't tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin'

Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knockin'

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

[Rick Ross:]

Know I gotta hold it down, with my dogs, doin' time

Money order's in his name and his daughter's doin' fine

Real estate for the seize, Bo Jackson in his prime

Chi line with the heat, Jordan, number 9s

On the first day, she got me 2 pairs of the 3 stripes

Nicki watchin' me and Meek shootin' with 3 dice

Helicopter pads, Ferarris with 3 pipes

Gaston called for the models, party for 3 nights

Bottles and Corvettes, importin' at cheap price

Flow's old school, I'm close to a D Nice

Ay, I'm at awards, all the homies seats nice

Lady Gaga seen a boss, didn't even think twice

[Kodak Black & French Montana:]

I chew your lil' mup, I'll boot a nigga up

Got them snipers in the dually truck and we tooly'd up

I be tryna change my life, but a monkey on my back

I've been rollin' all night, I got a monkey on my back

(Skrrr, skrrr)

All about the mula

Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool off

I know a nigga blessed, pray to God

Soon as the floor hits my feet I'm getting high

Eyes bowleg, lookin' crooked in the face

She keep lookin' in her drink

Probably think the liquor laced

Nah bitch, I'm 1K

And I'm a keep it one-hund' though

Bitin' down, 'bout to rip my tongue off

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin'

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin'

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

I ain't even tryna talk 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

She ain't tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin'

Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knockin'

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin'

Lockjaw (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Kodak Black & Gucci Mane)

[French Montana:]

My nigga on the road

You never told me, Montana!

[Kodak Black & French Montana:]

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin'

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin'

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

I ain't even tryna talk cause my jaw keep lockin'

She ain't tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin'

Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knockin'

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

[Gucci Mane:]

Slept on a bunk for 20 months for selling jacks to junk

Fuck in the trunk or the dunk, I'm in caught playing Tunk

Troll blows and truck stops, bow loaded and bow walk

This the home of Coca Cola we call it the trap spot

I'm tryna to stay sucker free, I ain't fuckin' with blow pops

I keep runnin' like South, fear the feds, not patrol cops

I feel the feds like patrol cars

Had to shower in my boots, I had sleep in my shoes

I had a snitch in the trunk like he Rae Carruth

My ex chick drove a Acura

My plug drove a Maxima

Took the gold off my teeth and put the gold in my {Axima?}

I blow white like my Audemar

And the jaws keep locking cause she only keep sucking superstars

(GUCCI!)

[Kodak Black & French Montana:]

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin'

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin'

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

I ain't even tryna talk cause my jaw keep lockin'

She ain't tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin'

Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knockin'

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Slide in the Cutlass and you know I paint it candy

Then I pulled up in a bucket but I used to want to a Hemi

And I'm pouring up the round then I'm sippin on Remy

I ain't fuckin with that white shit, I'm throwed off Henny

Pull up to the back, black zac

Chief rockin'

And the Feds keep lurkin' cause the boys keep talkin'Ritz Carlton

Ran off on the plug about forty times

Forty niggas strapped, we the 49ers

Bite downnnn, Karlton Hines

Got two twin bitches doing 69

Jump off to the mula and you know that

50 chains on, diamonds flashing like Kodak

I remember toting.38, now I got a semi

Could have been, had a baby K

But I wasn't ready

Shawty say she like my Larry Pack

Thought I went to Kelly

Nah baby I ain't want no Wap, I just want the Fetty

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin'

Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin'

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

I ain't even tryna talk cause my jaw keep lockin'

She ain't tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin'

Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knockin'

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It'd be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Ay, ay ay, ay, ay ay ay, skrr, ay, ay ay ay, ay, ay ay

Bite down, bite down

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Bite down, bite down

It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep lockin'

Ay, ay ay ay

Lose It lyrics - French Montana (feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)

What’s Gucci my nigga?

What’s Louis my killa?

I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

At your head my nigga

Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills my nigga

Go ahead young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

[Rick Ross:]

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

[French Montana:]

Still-a in that trap getting guap

Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba

I be rap-rapping that block

We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka

Beside this shit, sold the choppa

Coulda been San Quentin on lock

But I two’d up that ghost

I stack two flows 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

[French Montana:]

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 change

And shawty head stupid man

[Rick Ross:]

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

[Lil Wayne:]

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, at your head my nigga

Cash Money ‘til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn’t beg to differ

I’m all 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

[Rick Ross:]

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

I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

At your head my nigga

Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills my nigga

Go ahead young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

Me & U lyrics - French Montana

I knew dis bitch named candy caught her creepin in my pocket,

I told her don't be stealin baby whatchu need I got it,

You know that I be lieing if I tell why to shake em',

I take ya bitch from nothin turn her to a money maker,

Was fuckin wit a nugget now she fuckin wit a laker,

I took from the nuggets now she to that coke n stick ups,

Talkin private flight thou's a night she hit the shaker,

I took her from the house to a couple thousand on the make up,

Its money in dem couches couple ounces for the wake up,

Primness always grindin never winein crush the grape up,

Toastin by the ocean down to drink up,

Made you never play you life a bitch until we break up,

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Did it time n time it make no sense a nigga down it,

Could only hit the blunt a couple times n den I out it,

But you know I'm tryna get her higher than a tower,

Sippin on that purple drinkin rollin up dat dowa,

First you get da money den respect and den da power,

Life could be so pretty give you phanny den da flowers,

Keep my circle close make a toast the world is ours,

Shorty gave me brain she graduated outa howard,

I'm countin every second money comin every hour,

You know I'm bringin magic in the game just call me Howard

I'm tryna keep you lookin good when nigga's lookin sour,

You fuckin wit dem g's a thousand deaths to dem cowards

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Morocco lyrics - French Montana

Ahlan wa sahlan, Marhaba

Morocco

Aywa, yallah yallah

Yallah Yallah, ooh

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Wallah

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Wa bss7a w salama, wa rebbi ykoun m3ana

Wa l'monde l'monde

Wa sir gha sir, ta sir f7alk, ta sir f7alk

Han

Awili (Haha)

Yallah zeghrti zeghrti (yallah, yallah)

A wllahta chewwehtina (Brr)

Yallah Yallah, ooh

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Wallah

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Aywa

Wallahi

Aywa aywa

A tta nod chte7, wa nodi chet7i

A chte7, Han

(Brrr-a)

Dirou nniya, dirou nniya