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)
All For You (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Lana Del Rey, Wale & 2 Chainz)
[Lana Del Rey:]
You, it's you it's all for you
Everything I do, I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?
[French Montana:]
Made it lost it came back flipped it
Always faded, lifted
Hit that corner whipped
Hit the dealer, whipped it
Always on it, mind your business
I'm always high, the sky ain't the limit
Ball like Melo, cars all tinted
Chain black and yellow, Pittsburgh Steelers
Sport it knocked it tossed it flipped it
Took my flow and switched it, took my dough invested
Your whole life is scripted
All we do is party, drinkin', molly raggin', shawty raggin'
Money come retarted huh, press the button start it up
Tryna be a dope boy ridin' with a coke boy
Strap with the low boy 50 for a show boy
Niggas made it rain I made I it snow boy
Started with a dollar and a hope boy
Now a nigga hot got millions in the bank
Crib on the water spend a milly on the tank
Montana piece look silly on the link
Montana and Wiz spend millys on the dank
[Lana Del Rey:]
You, it's you it's all for you
Everything I do, I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoking weed in my expensive car
I'm ridin' high I'm flyin' high
Told you niggas say the shit you want
So don't even take the chance or try to try my guy
Designer sayin' supplies gettin' low
Weed man say it's kinda dry
Potty mouth, rockstar, at the top and still tryna climb
Drop the top sit back recline
Hundred-K that's just the ride
Fifty-K that's just the chain
Thirty-K that's just the time
Tour came that's just in time
That's more racks, that's more racks
Private plane you know that's flyin'
I'm boardin' that I'm boardin' that
Rollin' up smoke, boy ridin' with the coke boy
Smoking on strong pack hit it when choke boy
When I'm on the road bottles like dope boy
When the police come, I don't really know boy
Half a pound in seven days that's smokin'
If you ain't bout your family or getting bread you jokin'
[Lana Del Rey:]
You, it's you it's all for you
Everything I do, I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?
[MGK:]
Yeah! Take it to my world!
In my hood
When the summer time came all the dope boys made it snowstorm I remember being so broke, I was rockin' Chucks in a snowstorm checks didn't go long I was painting picture what I was getting to make it connect like Voltron
Pay rent, get food, Cover Drug Sacks, So forth and so on
Get a jacket to throw on
Then I hit the streets and live do it big like tom hanks
In a grown man's world is a brave make kid
Yeah then we all steer
Out of the gutter into a cloud we made our crib
Me, French and Wiz, blowing the the whole zig
Tryin to show the hood how to whip this Benz
Tryin to show but the world never showed us
Livin' in a world where our parents never showed up
And the snowstorm got rid of my jackets and made a cold cut, over most of these mother tryna live like Oprah
Kids round here tryna live like Hova
Pushin a row of off coke With the butterfly Effect on the door they just flow up
[Snoop Dogg:]
Pick up the pace, turn up the bass
I'm singing this right in your face
I made the call forgive me
Cause I did this all for you
So whether you do or whether you don't
This gon' bang and this gon' bump
Hit your J or split your blunt
DPG then we turned up
Blue bandana, French Montana
All around the world first class
VIP, bubble bath
Touchdown, two points
Wide reciever Khalifa bless me with two joints
They told big Dogg, he gotta get up on this hit dog
Turn it up let me hear the beat for a second
Have a few puffs then I breathe on the record
Then we go like merri-go, round and round
This right here is for the underground
I wonder how, I break it down for you
[Lana Del Rey:]
You, it's you it's all for you
Everything I do, I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?
Antidote (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Chris Brown)
[Intro - French Montana:]
Montana, Breezy, you know what it is when you hear that haa
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Don't you open up that window
Chrome 45. with that extendo
Off that batch of molly, pussy, all we know
In that Lamborghini, how fast does your Rarri go?
All my niggas tripping, you might catch a body flow
She pussy popping I'm a tip her, that's the way I roll
Told me thots are crazy, told her I've been here before
Her man came home and now I'm creeping out that window
I ain't with that bling it's a sneak in, she just wanna twerk it on a weekend
I'm fucking with a bad Puerto Rican, pussy so wet, my dick a ten like the deep end
We in Las Vegas so you know we never sleeping
100 bottles and you know how slump my weed is
[Verse 2 - French Montana:]
Go to live LIV on Sunday
Wake up and go to court on Monday
I just met an actress this week
She came through the crib with six freaks
I've been trapping since fifteen
Talking back when bricks was fifteen
Don't you open up that window
I don't chase bitches, I just pimp hoes
Talking bout that brown bag is all we know
Hollywood bitches always wanna smoke
I just made 3 mil this week
In the streets, Montana hotter than fish grease
All the bitches in my face, paparazzis taking pictures
That's that Californiacation, I just need my medication
Talking reggie for the patiences, sipping yellow, purple, Lakers
Got green and blue faces, talking crib, 50 acres, ooh
Call up your bitches, come fuck with the squad
All of my niggas, we roll like the mob
Tell em broke niggas don't get on ya job
Bitch wanna pillow talk, working a job
Hit up Miami, woke up in Atlanta
Hop out the Porshe and I jump the Phantom
Hop off your bitch and I pose for the camera
You niggas can't stand us
She up and let us through that window
Clip bottles long as a Lambo
I'm talking brown bags is all we now
Them Hollywood bitches wanna smoke
Bad Bitch lyrics - French Montana (feat. Jeremih)
[Hook - Jeremih:]
Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch
You know who to call when you need it
Wish I had another you, I'm greedy
Sometimes like that nigga get greedy
Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch
You know that every time you leave me
Even though I know how men be talkin'
I just know that nigga wanna be me
Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch
Back then she ain't have shit
Now she grown up, she got ass, tits
Wanna know where she got that ass at
She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it
She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it
Don't mind spendin' this loot on it
Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her
[Verse 1 - French Montana:]
Got a dump truck, put a boot on her
I don't mind trickin', spendin' loot on her
Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her
She's a bad bitch, put shoes on her
God damn, fell in love with a bad bitch
Said, "French, take me to Paris"
Dominican mami from Cali
I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me grab it"
I said, "Gon' bend it over, make it nasty"
Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses
I ain't lookin' at you niggas, lookin' way past you
Young, fly, G's up, pocket full of cash
You know where to find me, you know when you need me
All my dogs eat, they'll tell you I ain't greedy
I ain't gon' love her, too much to leave her
I ain't goin' public, surely is easy
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - French Montana (Jeremih):]
Pull up with my niggas, make a move
Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci
Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that
Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that
Drink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy
Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new shit
Red to the head, man we gettin' all that
And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back
And I can see why these niggas hate me
Pull up in a drop and the watch 80
Pull up to the front but a nigga faded
Got a new crib and the shit gated
Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out
Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out
Countin' up this money, nigga, keep the door locked
All my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie
[Hook]
Been To War lyrics - Godfather Of Harlem Cast
(performed by Swizz Beatz, DMX & French Montana)
(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 2" soundtrack)
[Swizz Beatz:]
Ha
Woo
I done been to Hell (You heard?)
I done been to Hell
I done been to Hell
You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell
I done been to jail
I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell
I done sold the drugs
I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs
We don't really care
You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow
[DMX:]
I'ma march to the beat, I'm my own drummer
Let's get it on baby, we can go to war all Summer
I done been to jail, I done did numbers (Yeah)
I done been to Hell, I done been under (What?)
Difference between a boss and a runner
Whatever you thinkin', no way, uh-huh, I'm doin' what you wanna
Playin' the game in the off-season, niggas need to stop it (Please)
You gon' fuck around and end up, rolled up in a carpet (Come on)
Every time your man pull up with a car, Teddy get in
Don't do it, you think you chasin' but I'm just leadin' you to a dead end
Luck stops here, you motherfucker tweakin' too, that's buckshot you hear, fuck outta here
[Swizz Beatz:]
I done been to Hell
You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell
I done been to jail
I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell
I done sold the drugs
I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs
We don't really care
You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow
[French Montana:]
Ayy, I been to Hell and back (Back)
Now crack the ceiling back (Back)
Even if he told on me, I ain't tellin' back (Back)
You shootin' or you smokin'? (Smoke)
I'm servin' in the open (Open)
Fire on close range, my [?] gon' scope him (Bah-bah, bah, bah-bah)
Catch me if you can (Can), plan B ain't a plan (Plan)
Shootin' like that old one Marcus with the cane (Bah)
Can't be, servin' dog food and the candy (Yeah)
Shorty jerk me off like The Weeknd at the GRAMMY's (Ha)
Feds tryna get me like Rondo
Had the block jumpin' like Vince when he played for Toronto (Woo)
ZZ Buckets, see me cuffin' (Cuffin')
Every piece of jewelry is 3D bussin' (Bling)
Yellow French, yeah, with The Godfather trilogy
Best gift from France is the Statue of Liberty (Montana)
[Swizz Beatz:]
Catch, catch, catch
Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca, catch me if you can, nigga
I done been to Hell
You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell
I done been to jail
I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell
I done sold the drugs
I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs
We don't really care
You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow
Catch, catch, catch
Catch me if you can
Catch, catch, catch
Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca, catch me if you can, nigga
I done been to Hell, woo, ooh
I done been to jail, ah
We gon' all burn
Black And White lyrics - French Montana (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Chinx Drugz)
Droppin g dropping g
We on that white liquor
Who's Happenin
Squad
Flocka!
White watch
White liquor
Black and white girl
Which one to pick bro
It's a perfect picture
Stop pose
It's a perfect picture
Fuck it
Stop pose
[French Montana]
Make the bigggest move
Top down we coupin
12 ladies we choosin
12 bentleys cruisin
Grind time we movin
Tell flocka to scoop it
I'm bout the baggage claim
That package came
Diamonds on my Automar
White tee with them polo shorts
Wrist about a house or two
Imagine what that house cost
Uno dos loco money took that money cut that short
Talk about that CHU CHU money
Fuck niggas know who to cross
Blown hella steam
Wavy like submarine
Shorty give me headand wipe me off now I'm coming clean
Cutty shorty stop that crime
Drink that liq she drink that wine
Hit that once don't call that mine
Talk that money don't call my line
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Bali
25s sold
Seen a million fuss
25s sold Ive seen a million plus
I'm like what the fuck is this
Stress cuss
Grab my knee medicine
Stress cuss
My partner said hes mamas lights got cut off
Whats he 6 months behind red
What the fuck
These niggas second-guessing me
I know the fucking recipe
Ballin fuck a refree
Hungry like a refugee
Bricksquad Monopoly
[Chinx Drungz]
Bitches dig me when I ride
Nigga feeling tipsy got that reMy on my mind
Drop that top and that breezy
All that fly shit we'z it
Competition slacking and in the back we got that Weezy
Came up in the game
Stumbled on some chain
Coke-Boys that Bricksquad see that every Hill the same
Stylin on these bitches see how I'm postin
My pimpin go Coastal
Money long match the numbers in my social
7-60 twirling
Liquor got me early
Never hit that party unless they let me sneak my girl in
We'z all about it
Top off the coupe I'm tryna crawl up out of it
Coke-Boy nigga tell you're girl about it
Burry Me A G lyrics - French Montana (feat. Dame Grease)
Whoo... Kid!
Ah, man, turn my - turn my mic up, man
Doo, doo doo, doo doo
Doo, doo doo, doo doo
Told 'em niggas, man
We like, something like Vivian Green, man (Green)
Like, going through emotional roller coaster, man
This that blues music, you know? (Blues)
French Montana
Told 'em niggas we weren't compatible, man
Third World, cocaine
Let's get into it, uh
I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even if I die, bury me a G
I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free
Uh, you could know enough, but never know it all
When it come to game, nigga, I done heard it all
Shorty said she ain't fucking on the first night
So I made a U-turn on the first right
You gotta get it wrong just to get it right
And you gotta pay the cost just to be the boss
Bring her home and live for the moment
And never go broke alone, that's the street omen
Same shit, different smell, different toilet
And niggas live, but never tell the same story
Very special, CI, Dutches
Weed, four hour stay on me
Got me squatting like a nigga on the
Back shots, nigga, it's the M-O-B
I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even if I die, bury me a G
I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free
I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even if I die, bury me a G
I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free
I ain't got time for the game playing
Sipping the cru, we keep it close and let the MAC spray
And niggas get dough, we never mind what the cops say
Keeping it G from NY to LA
Nigga, it's me, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame
Aw, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame
I love it when lil mama give me brain, she's a genius
In the back seat of the Range, oh, Jesus
Making toes curl, she's a very naughty girl
She's a very fuzzy chick, she can make you spin and grip
And she don't got no time for the games, it's a business
Call the street business, but she's independent
Turning tricks around the clock, lawyers, doctors and cops
The only thing she ask the Lord for the love, it's hot, aw
I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even if I die, bury me a G
I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free
I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even if I die, bury me a G
I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free
Elephants, I like elephants
Elephants, I like elephants
I like how they swing through trees
Elephants...
No!
What?
Call Me Human lyrics - Skip Marley & French Montana
(from "Godfather Of Harlem" soundtrack)
[Skip Marley:]
Blow up resistance
Go up in flames
Ain't 'bout religion (No, no)
Just born and raised
I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread
Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat
You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger
I am the realest, my love, so follow me
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
I don't believe you, I don't believe this
Call us illegal, while taking our freedom
I'm more than human, but they call it treason
Them trafficking us, but somehow we're breathing
[Skip Marley (French Montana):]
Calling us killers (Yo)
Are waking sense
They pull the trigger (No, no)
And they are to blame ('Till I wonder how we gon' shine)
I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread (Yeah)
Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat
You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger
I am the realest, my love, so follow me (My turn, hol' up)
[Skip Marley:]
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
[French Montana:]
We're the realest (Yeah), no gimmicks (Yeah)
Oh God, I hope He see the good and bad for these villains (Ah)
Start to finish (Yeah), no cut
Raw, y'all, never scared to even start this war
Have mercy, daylight
In the cage, if you don't bite the snake, he gon' still bite ya (Ah)
And no [?] is gon' shelter you from freedom
Especially if that corner breeds ya (Breeds you)
Keep the grass cut, for the cobras and the vermin
Me and my dogs like Joyner and Scottie, tryna stay scot free
And if their head right you outrun the red light
Talkin' Jill Scott, [?], check your tail numbers
Never tell, talkin' [?] (Yeah)
Or that one in the attic
I told 'em: "One day the underdog gon' shine"
Montana gotta have it, still climbin' up the ladder
Automatic
[Skip Marley:]
I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread
Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat
You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger
I am the realest, my love, so follow me
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh
I don't believe you, I don't believe this
Call us illegal, while taking our freedom
I'm more than human, but they call it treason
Them trafficking us, but somehow we're breathing
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I'm more than human
Can't Feel My Face lyrics - French Montana (with Diddy)
Yeah
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Aw yeah
[Diddy:]
Cocaine on the table, I wasn't always able
I watch these nigs get rich all in these fuckin' fables
They like to cook the numbers, we don't cook the numbers
We just want the summer, you can have that woman
These niggas really out here trippin' mane
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face
[French Montana:]
I was whippin' on the stove and watchin' [?] cake
I was whippin' on two pots like I was losin' face
I was diggin' through the crates like, [?]
Have a shootout on that corner, right by Larry Davis
Shoutout the G, we roll ourselves, you block, them boys who's dangerous
Got me mixin' pills and liquor, I can't feel my face
Shoutout sugar, lush, marvin, make the hood famous
Gangsta, what your name is?
Gangsta, what your name is?
[Diddy:]
These niggas really out here trippin' mane
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face
[French Montana:]
Lord, thank you for all the aspiration you gave us. You tell, tell Buddha, he say for every day you wake up, you're born again. Sometimes, I gotta, I have you act like you sometimes. You know this. You act like I don't see nothin'. You know, I act like I'm just numb to the, to the pain 'cause I'm bleedin' on the inside. That's why I do the things I do
Choppa Choppa Down (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro: x4]
Bounce, Bounce
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
[Rick Ross:]
I call my chopper my whopper
You get it just like you want it
Get in bed with a gangster fuckin over petty opponents
I knee deep in the game, I done perfected my moves
I'm still moving them thangs chillin' perfection Zeus
These niggas like when I walk
God forgives, and I don't
For this money I'm chasin' I put yo ass in my trunk
So fuck these Hip Hop sites
My dawgs rich off white
My jewels drip like Ice
Now suck my dick all night
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
[French Montana:]
Shots be flying, niggas die, don't make a sound
Cold.44 in slow mo' when your body hit the ground, ground
Nigga look around, got shooters got guns got bitches got white
Motherfucker we run the town, when them shots be flying
Niggas diving dyin, running trying to hit the ground
Security need security when them shots be flying around
Cocaine music, not stopping that
We juiced with jewels I'm project pat?
I got the streets niggas, fine with that
Chasing that money never stopping that
With a big ass chopper, cocaine mafia
Lay a nigga down if a nigga try to stop it
Choppa break it dowm, I fix a nigga proper
Low to the ground in a roof no top
King of the street, I ain't never go stop
Niggas ask around "when the shit gonna drop? "
Nigga so hot, jewels so cold
Still let a choppa choppa down!
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoking while I'm raping, yea, hahaha
Means I'm higher than you
Rep this gang bitch, I'm a roll this plane bitch
You talking anguish but money that's my language
New car, new hoe, even got a new main bitch
Can't call, new phone, but I'm still on that same shit
Bossin' 'cause I came into this game without a boss
Umm and I'm eating good so I just gotta floss
And and and I spent your advance just on my Audemar
I'm here today then I'm gone tomorrow
Can't find a pound 'cause I bought em and break em down
[Chorus:]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
I lay that nigga down
Don't Panic lyrics - French Montana
Don't panic, nigga don't panic
Don't panic, nigga don't panic
[Hook:]
Shawty fell in love with a hustler
Man I took her from a buster
Niggas keep talkin' like they know something
I slide on your bitch like she on something
Don't panic, don't panic
We just getting started nigga don't panic
Real niggas getting cake
Watch the fake niggas hate
Don't panic, don't panic
We just getting started nigga don't panic
Don't panic, don't panic
We just getting started nigga don't panic
Talking fish scales like a whole salmon
See you fuck niggas from four planets
Just getting started nigga don't panic
If you a star, I'm a whole planet
Acting like she won't get it
Have her run through the time like Jerome Bettis
You don't want it, don't look for it
Have your bitch on a surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
If you want this money, gotta work for it
Puff, puff pass with your lookin' ass
Bust it wide open, make it nasty
[Hook]
I won’t let up, sippin’ that Ciroc, I’m a rebel
Real bitches gon’ wait on me, fake bitches gon’ skate on me
Real bitches getting cake, fake bitches gon’ hate
She a model on the Gram
Getting swallowed was the plan
This young thug need four bitches
Take her to the crib take no pictures
Ass fat, let me get up on it
Bounce back early in the morning
[Hook]
Don't panic, nigga don't panic, don't panic
[Hook]
Empire lyrics - French Montana
Ya, Montana, Fraud, uh
Coke Boy, uh
Real niggas count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor on
Young kings gettin' paper
Count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor on
Young kings gettin' paper
You don't believe it, gotta watch it and see
Half of my bitches richer than me
Young American me
Shit be scary to see
Beverly Hills
Ain't goin' to terrace and peak
I hope your cameras can see
Elephant balls and lion heart
Came to win, we ain't tryna talk
Kinda shit you tryna start
When there's no one live by the boat
I blow up Mussain on this smoke
Jet fuel plane boat
Flood my watch face with the crystal meth
No tenth spray nigga
Grown man cape nigga
I can't believe that I made it happen
365, countin' up money was my exercise
Skipped school for the crib with the pool
They respect education
Pour liquor, gettin' wasted
Baby in the water now, fine as shit
Vip to that fast money, bad hoe and fly shit
Fame will kill you faster than the bullet
[?] invisible bullet
Ski mask and hoody
Don't waste my time, change the dollar bill
Pink Floyd, [?] hills
Smoke fills 'fore wheels, tires screechin' ruber
Turn them headlines to front covers
Haters turn to fans, fans turn to haters
Grands turn to papers, haters turn to nevers
Montana!
Real niggas count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor on
Young kings gettin' paper
Count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor on
Young kings gettin' paper
Famous (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Hoodcelebrityy)
[Hoodcelebrityy:]
Hoodcelebrityy
Lemme get a glass of water
I just climbed a mountain, falling
You nuh need the world fi love you
'Cause I'm your number one supporter (yeah yeah)
You said "I hope you don't get famous"
'Cause you know I'm gonna change ya
But I still stayed loyal, only want what's best for you
Back it up, new Ranger Rover, I'ma back it up
Get a likkle money, seh mi change, I'm acting up
Back it up, stop complain and mek we live it up
Can't deal with the fame then baby, then give it up
'Cause money change people, fame really change people
The game really people
[French Montana (Hoodcelebrityy):]
Even though the world was meant for you (even though the world was meant for you)
I hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)
'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah (nah go love yuh, nah go love yuh, nah go love)
Hope you don't get famous (hope you never get famous)
Stay home with me (stay home, stay home)
Stay home with me (stay home, stay home)
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous (hope you never get famous)
Hope you don't get famous (yeah)
Hope you don't get famous
Yeah (please don't get famous, please don't get famous)
[French Montana:]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Flying low with the angels
They said "fake it 'till you make it"
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you "stick to the basics"
Built an empire started from the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that's broken
You know it might cut ya hand
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if you're mumbling
When it get too cold for a blanket
Need you hugging me
Because nobody gonna love you like I do
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don't get famous
'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like the way I do, oh nah
Hope you don't get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Yeah
All day long, I stand by you
Right or wrong, I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it's true
Keep me strong, oh girl it's true
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don't get famous
'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah
Hope you don't get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Famous (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Adam Levine)
[Adam Levine:]
Fame is a lie
Nothing that money can't buy, it's more than it
Yeah, yeah
You wanna be under the lights
So dance under the sky now with me
Yeah, yeah
'Cause I need you when I wake up
Need you when my days up
And you right there, and you right here
Am I right here? Down here
I don't wanna say your gaze up
'Cause I'll come chase ya
I like it, but I can't
Share you, no
[French Montana & Adam Levine:]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don't get famous
'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah
Hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
[French Montana:]
I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I've got my reasons
'Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn't stand a chance
There's no way you would go for a man like me if you had options
[French Montana & Adam Levine:]
Even though the world was meant for you
(even though the world)
I hope you don't get famous
'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like the way I do, oh nah
Hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Yeah, hope you don't get
Stay home
[French Montana:]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it's true
Keep me strong, oh girl it's true
[French Montana & Adam Levine:]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don't get famous (yeah)
'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah
Hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)
Stay home with me, stay home with me
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
Yeah
[Adam Levine:]
Hope you don't get famous
Yeah, yeah
Freaks (DJ Suss One Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Edley Shine, Elephant Man, Nicki Minaj, Wyclef Jean)
[Intro: Edley Shine]
Fi di dancehall fans dem!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Edley Shine}]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{DJ Suss One! A di feature presentation}
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{Remix kings! We nah romp wid dem this year!}
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(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a
{J. Butta! A mad ting!}
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Said he met this little girl by the name of Onika
When my body shake all the boys wanna freak her
Brag and a boast they be, doin the most
If I, look at his friend he'll be, grippin the toast
So I took him to the crib, to kill him wid it
Put my legs behind my head I hit the ceilin wid it
When I put it in his mouth I couldn't believe it
He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it
Passa passa, you ain't got no ends in mi casa
Big fat pussy, mi fasta
Hit up Green Acres, hit up Kings Plaza
Some a dem seh dem Gully, some a dem seh dem Gaza
WAH!!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Wyclef Jean}]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {She's A}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {She's A}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {Wyclef lookin for a freak a di week yeah!}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {Wyclef lookin for a freak a di week yeah!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a
[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]
She screams, like we in the jungle
Kamasutra she workin from every angle
Jump in the air and she land and a split
Go from the split now she up on her head
Go from her head now she's layin on her back
Then she waitin for the thuggy thuggy to attack the cat
She tell me lock the door now she wanna get spanked
(Bedroom Bully) like the one Shabba Ranks
Do not get scared, signs at the door
She said it's nothin that she wouldn't explore
Then we nah watch no ticky ticky ticky time
Just freak freaky wine and bend back yuh spine
Suss One she's a!!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Elephant Man}]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{Weh yuh seh? Energy God love how dem gyal a freaky}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{Hey Ele! Energy God love how dem gyal a freaky}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{Baby! How yuh so bad? How, How yuh so freaky?}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{Hey Ele! Energy God love how dem gyal a freaky}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {BAD GYAL REPRESENT WEH OONU COME FROM?!}
[Verse 3: Elephant Man (Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh)]
Freaky freaky, mi know dat gyal a freaky
Di wey mi see she fly dung pon di pole mi know she freaky
Di wey mi see she mek di bumpa roll mi know she freaky
Now true she look sneaky she will lick yuh like a sweety
WUY! Come yah now gyal, mek mi tek off dashiki
She love it when mi spank it call mi daddy when mi beat it
Har looks is so deceivin, so yo watch how she pretty
Fi this, gyal well ridin like jockey wid nuh pity
Yes! Fi have a freak a every man desire
Fulfil him need anyting him require
WORST! When she hold dung har head fi seh a prayer
A from mi know seh this gyal a, so so some gyal a (FREAKS!)
[Verse 4: Edley Shine]
Let mi see di gyal dem weh know seh dem a freak
Wey handle dem biz pon a long piece a meat
Follow di Saw tune and leave yuh +Heels On+
Freak nuh fi fraid when har time fi perform
Cau! When dem a fuck dem leave di lights on
Dash wey di condom and give it to yuh raw
We double up wid dem eediat gyal yah
Weh dem a give yuh leav yuh up inna di morgue
And leff yuh wid yuh jacket and tek yuh moola
Write a book reality shows dem full a drama
Cute face fat ass di whole a dem sneaky
Only pon Twitter dem tweet mi yuh seet!!!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Elephant Man} |French Montana|]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a |MONTANA!!!|
[Verse 5: French Montana]
Light up the fire, you know we get higher
Rollin up loud real niggas movin quiet
Like it then I buy it, you donkeys on a diet
Bringin all my jewels I ain't know I start a riot
Ridin with the blicker, messin up makeup
You blowin up her phone, she ain't tryin to pick up
Drinkin out the bottle, leanin with a model
I throw a hundred racks up you think I hit the lotto
Ridin with the wolves I ain't talkin Minnesota
Shorty comin over, 'gon bend it over
Let me plank on it (On it) Put a drink on it (On it)
Heard you a freak, put my name on it (MONTANA!!!)
HAAAAA!!!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Elephant Man} |Edley Shine|]
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(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
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(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!} |REFIX!|
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!} |REFIX!|
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}
(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a |LIL' VICIOUS BIG UP YUHSELF IT'S A CLASSIC AIGHT|
(FREAKS!)
Freaks (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Mr. Vegas, Nicki Minaj)
[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! MONTANA!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Nicki Minaj} |French Montana|]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
{I-I-I don't need to say playboy, I say play nigga!}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
|I don't need to say playboy, I said play nigga!|
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
|MONTANA!!!|
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Light up the fire, you know we get higher
Rollin up loud real niggas movin quiet
Like it then I buy it, you donkeys on a diet
Bringin all my jewels I ain't know I start a riot
Ridin with the blicker, messin up makeup
You blowin up her phone, she ain't tryin to pick up
Drinkin out the bottle, leanin with a model
I throw a hundred racks up you think I hit the lotto
Ridin with the wolves I ain't talkin Minnesota
Shorty comin over, 'gon bend it over
Let me plank on it (On it) Put a drink on it (On it)
Heard you a freak, put my name on it (MONTANA!!!)
HAAAAA!!!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
[French Montana (Mr. Vegas):]
This girl tell me say she horny (Tun up tun up tun up!) she wanna give it to me out the door (Tun up tun tun up!)
Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me (Tun up tun up tun up!) she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!
[Verse 2: Mr. Vegas]
She freaky freaky, dat gyal a freaky freaky wuy!
She freaky freaky, dat gyal a freaky freaky wuy!
She freak Ricky, and waan fi freak Nicki
She come inna mi bed and seh she waan fi gimme hickey wuy!
But everyday di gyal a call mi! Call mi!
And she get up mek sure she horny! Horny!
And now she freak off mi friend name Serani
She come and then she seh she waan mi! Waan mi!
So freaky freaky come a Kingston City wuy!
Hop on di dancefloor she have nuh pity wuy!
Di gyal let mi a sing like Nitty Gritty wuy!
Yuh betta gwaan and lau mi!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Mr. Vegas}]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {YEAH! YEAH!}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {YEAH! YEAH!}
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Said he met this little girl by the name of Onika
When my body shake all the boys wanna freak her
Brag and a boast they be, doin the most
If I, look at his friend he'll be, grippin the toast
So I took him to the crib, to kill him wid it
Put my legs behind my head I hit the ceilin wid it
When I put it in his mouth I couldn't believe it
He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it
Passa passa, you ain't got no ends in mi casa
Big fat pussy, mi fasta
Hit up Green Acres, hit up Kings Plaza
Some a dem seh dem Gully, some a dem seh dem Gaza
WAH!!!!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
[French Montana:]
This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door
Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Where my bad bitches at?! Where my bad bitches at?!
Pretty gang make noise! Pretty gang make noise!
Pretty gang act the fuck up! Act the act the fuck up!
[French Montana:]
Where my bad bitches at?! Where my bad bitches at?!
Rude-Rudegirl make noise! Rude-Rudegirl make noise!
Rude-Rude girl act the fuck up! Act, act the fuck up!
Act the fuck up, act act the fuck up!
[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a
[French Montana (Nicki Minaj):]
This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door
Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!
(Young Money! I don't even say my name no more play nigga!)
[Outro: Nicki Minaj (French Montana)]
I don't need to say playboy, I say play nigga!
And what the fuck you talkin 'bout with them big figures?!
I come through like, I mean now I'm Nicki
I came through Southside nigga Queens bitch!
And everybody know, who I'm huntin
Huh! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! MONTANA!!! (HAAAAAA!!!!!)
Get Dat Money lyrics - French Montana (with Lil Durk & Chris Brown)
[Chris Brown:]
Look how she up and down that pole, just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk, aw yeah
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga, now do it, get that money baby
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga, go ahead and get that money baby
[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
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
Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get that money baby
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Go ahead and get that money baby
[Lil Durk:]
Hundred dollar bottle, what the strippers swallow?
Malaya Blacc Chyna, shout out to Tyga
Red Bottoms just to match the 'Rari 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
[Chorus]
[French Montana:]
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
Shawty help me slanging fish to meet me at the yard
God damn, young nigga made it hot
Shawty bent it over, told me land on it
Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em
She spinning on the top like a ceiling fan
I can catch a rico off the Instagram
Wrist wrapped up, John Wall
Stacking money up, wall to wall
[Chorus]
Good Summer lyrics - French Montana
Ask me how I'm feeling today
Woke up with the money on my mind I'm okay
But if a hater talking then it's fuck what they say
Real niggas relate and you bitches all fake
Hit em with that uptown block, flash
Hit em with downtown block, flash
Hit a nigga up just to fuck
Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a
Hit a block block block block block block block block
Block block block block block block block block block
Catch a body, leave on a Tuesday
Fuck me so special, we made a movie
All my bitches give me neck
I need a bitch with a check
From Atlanta to the X
I get it off the muscle I don't flex
Shorty said send for me get a flight
Freaks come out at night
Mommy shaking ass that ain't nothing new
Cuz when I fall back I get a better view
Ay you know the keys to success
Money, power, respect
Don't get bitter get better
She was who she was when you met her
Ask me how I'm feeling today
Woke up with the money on my mind I'm okay
But if a hater talking then it's fuck what they say
Real niggas relate and you bitches all fake
Hit em with that uptown block, flash
Hit em with downtown block, flash
Hit a nigga up just to fuck
Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a
Hit a block block block block block block block block
Block block block block block block block block block
Catch a body, leave on a Tuesday
Fuck me so special, we made a movie
She took care of me, like it's her duty
(Bust it, Montana, bust it)
Red bone want her pussy scratched
Plan B no booby trap
Ass so fat had me tripping
Like let me put the tip in
If it's your birthday what we sipping
42 out the bottle what it's giving
Ask me how I'm feeling today
Woke up with the money on my mind I'm okay
But if a hater talking then it's fuck what they say
Real niggas relate and you bitches all fake
Hit em with that uptown block, flash
Hit em with downtown block, flash
Hit a nigga up just to fuck
Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a
Hit a block block block block block block block block
Block block block block block block block block block
I said New Orleans girls bust it open (wide open)
I said New York girls bust it open (wide open)
California girls bust it open (wide open)
Florida girls bust it open (wide open)
Chicago girls bust it open (wide open)
Mississippi girls bust it open (wide open)
Texas girls bust it open (wide open)
Baton Rouge girls bust it open (Wide open)
Hope He Cheats On You lyrics - French Montana (feat. Corte Ellis)
[Corte Ellis]
It’s a shame it had to come to this
I thought we was better than that
Guess not
I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper
Get the booty free he don’t even gotta tip her
Hershey sucker good cause she could hook
His stick up
Been with every nigga that could been paid for the liquor
I may sound bitter I'm a litter bitter
Punch him in the face
If I ever catch you with ‘em
I know it was wrong when I was creeping
With ya sista’
She was trynna get you out the picture
[Female singer]
Baaaby sex so good do you remember Ooo-oh
Baaaby sex so good do you remember Ooo-oh
[Corte Ellis]
Oooooo-ooooh
Well look how it all turned out now
I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper
Well look how it all turned out now
Hope his spending all your money on a ten dolla hooker’
Look how it all turned out now
[French Montana]
I hope he takes the house and the car that he bought ya
Look how it all turned out now
I hope his cheating with slore with no condom on
I hope shes picking up the phone everytime you call
I hope he cheats on you with ya sister
I hope his going down on her and you kiss ‘em (that’s nasty)
I hope his cheating on you with your bestfriend (ah ha)
I hope his cheating with that striper with the one leg (one leg)
I hope he be cheating on nya bed when you go to work (ah ha)
I hope he hide her in the closet when you come from work
I hope he beat her like mike wood
I hope he cheating on you like tiger woods
I hope he cheating with a ball playa Roberta low blow, lisa, lesa...
[Corte Ellis]
Well look how it all turned out now
I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper
Well look how it all turned out now
Hope his spending all your money on a ten dolla hooker’
Look how it all turned out now
I hope he takes the house and the car that he bought ya
Look how it all turned out now
Cus he don’t really love ya’
[French Montana]
Montana I hope he cheats on you with precios
Man I hope he cheats on you with a male striper
Montana ya boy
I hope he cheats on you with DMX baby momma ah ha
I Can't Lie lyrics - French Montana, Kodak Black & London On Da Track
Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak
You know what it is
When you hear that "haan"
Yeah
I'm in London, got my beat from London
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM
Ayy, I'm too appealin', yeah, all my niggas Zion (yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel
Through my mama on the golf course, caught a fish in the crib
Free the nigga to the ceilin', I'm in too deep, like David
With my codeine, I pop a seal, like on the real, I'm in the field
On the real, I'm tryna kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill'
I can't even lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Bill
My nigga lost a trial, but he 'bout to come home on a pill
I'm feelin' like I'm Kunta Kinte, 'cause we gon' do slavery still
I can't lie, I'm Israel, I can't lie, this shit real
I can't holy Israel, yeah, I'm on that Jewish shit
Got on all this Louis, now is not the time to shoot a bitch
I can't even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a bitch
I'm slidin' in that orange-colored, but I ain't on no fruity shit
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM
Ayy, I'm too appealin', yeah, all my niggas Zion (yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel
Copped my auntie a crib, I copped a new Bugatti
Man, these hoes ain't safe, I'm on my Irv Gotti (woo)
I can't lie, I've been ridin' with that fire (bah-bah-bah)
I've been gettin' fried, since the seven-five, when Max lost the trial (wavy)
If she did you dirty once, she gon' do it twice (twice)
My dawg popped a fake Perc', man, he lost his life
I can't lie, turned my mother crib a Colosseum
Still do it for Chinx, 'til the day that I'ma see him
Told my bitch "You the one", got these hoes on my auction
Rather be talked about than me doin' all the talkin'
Same nigga shot me up, they never found the body
I can't lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Holly
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM
Ayy, I'm too appealin', yeah, all my niggas Zion (yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel
I'm in London, got my beat from London
I Got A Feeling lyrics - French Montana, DThang & T Dot
RPT (Grrah)
4Sev, 4Sev (Grrah, grrah)
Snatch it down, nigga (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put a O before my Y (Might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (Let's get 'em mixed)
Let's go (Let's go), we take a trip to the opps (We take a what?)
Tryna bury them niggas who diss on my block (Get that nigga)
No way, we be sendin' them shots like it's okay
Fell in love with my knock (Like, what?)
Bro get in check, we ain't shootin' at opps (Get that nigga)
She want me to eat it but move like a thot (Like, what, like, how?)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flags)
Bro get in check, we ain't shootin' at opps (Get that nigga)
She want me to eat it but move like a thot (Like, how?)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flag, red flag)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flag, red flag)
It's a good night (Woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
See it's Smooch and you better not sweat up (At all)
See how we take it, I'm 'posed to get wet up (RPT)
And she only gon' cheat if you let her (Ayy)
Your boyfriend a bum and you gotta do better (You gotta do better)
Off first, man, I said it's my sweater (Yeah)
When you goin' up, it's no ladder (At all)
Off first, man, I said it's my sweater (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
When you goin' up, it's no ladder (Grrah, grrah)
She like, "DThang, you go and just get on some mother shit" (No cap)
I go deep in her guts and be screamin', she lovin' it (Lovin' it, shit fat)
I pop modes, so homie, just know who I'm comin' with (My strap)
And we on the block like (Gang), sell, we ain't a club life (Gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (Woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
Money make your bitch get wetter (Wetter)
South Bronx, can't get no better (Let's go)
I told DThang, "Keep your head up" (Head up)
I wrote Max B that letter (Wait, i got a feeling)
New Bugatti, that's Matte black (Woo-hoo)
Send us this song, go clap back (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I don't trust nobody, that's that (That tonight's gonna be a good night)
Sunday Service in my strap (Bah, bah, boom)
Did it first before Soulja (Soulja, be a good night)
You comin' for the ten, I told you (Told you)
We don't fake beef, expose you (Like, how?)
Stuck on an island with no juice (That tonight's gonna be a good, good night)
Supposed to throw a party when an opp die (Woo-hoo)
Still don't see red flags in her eye (Red flag, like, what?)
Pull up, D8, junior fox, put that boy on FOX5 (That tonight's gonna be—)
I brought Fergie to the block (Block), 'fore them forty stunts (Tonight's gonna be a good night)
Me and Smurk before the ill, this ain't what you want (That tonight's gonna be a good, good night)
We got streets, niggas ain't easy (Tonight's gonna be a night)
Niggas is fraud like all of my beefs
Montana just went diamond (Diamond, that tonight's gonna be a good, good night)
Still get you smoked like you wylin' (Get that nigga)
She said, "Frenchie on some other shit" (No cap)
I got a hoopty, I call it a Cullinan (Woo, get back)
She wanna kick it, I told her, "I'm huntin' it" (Uh-huh, my strap)
Let me slide by (Gang), and this a drive-by (Gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (Woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
Told my niggas, this day, we gon' come (Gon' come)
Now we up in L.A., had to fuck on these bitches
And bottles with a couple guns (Ayy, what?)
She said, "KC, we goofy", like, this where the fun (I got a feeling)
Free DThang (Woo-hoo)
Ayy, bro, where you parked, put you on the map (That tonight's gonna be a good night)
Now we cruisin', be up on the strap (Like, what?)
It's my demons, we brothers like Cody & Zack
And if we shoot somethin', we could never lack (That tonight's gonna be a good night)
Movin' day to day, dressed on the bag
Tell these rapper niggas, had to capture for you (That tonight's gonna be a—)
We gon' roll a new opp in a pack (A pack)
And if we shoot somethin', we could never lack (At all)
Movin' day to day, dressed on the bag (Like what?)
Tell these rapper niggas, had to cap just for you
We gon' roll a new opp in a pack (I know)
She like, "T-Dott, you back in the field on some other shit" (No cap)
Nigga, get with my brother, you know who I'm comin' with (Don't ask)
Since you chicken, you know that I been on that gunner shit (Move tabs)
On the block with the chop like (Like, what?), I know Stunna a hot slime (Gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (Woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
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