Choppa Choppa Down lyrics - French Montana (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)
[Intro]
[Hook:]
Choppa' choppa' down, down, down, down
I lay a nigga' down, down, down, down
Choppa' choppa' break it down, down, down, down
[Repeated]
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Shots be flying, nigga's die, don't make a sound
Chrome.44 on the slow-mo when your body hit the ground
Nigga' look around
Got shooters, got guns, got bitches, got white, mo'fucka' we run the town
When them shots be flying nigga's diving, dying, running trying to hit the ground
Security, need security when them shots be flying around
Cocaine music nothing stopping that, with Juice 'ey I'm Project Pat
I got the streets nigga' fine with that
Chasing that money, nothing stopping that
Big ass chopper, cocaine mafia, lay a nigga' down if a nigga' try stop 'em
Chopper break it down, I fix a nigga' problem
Low to the ground, and the roof no top
King of the streets, I ain't never going to stop
Nigga's ask around, when a single goin' drop?
Nigga so hot, jewels so cold, still let a chopper
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I ain't got time for the bullshit
No fight games, just a full clip
Old school girl, just a hood bitch
One thing for sure I'm a' let it rip
Dope Man lyrics - French Montana
Some Niggas still sell dope, other niggas retired
Still got hope, Other niggas gettin high
Niggas say a truth, be another nigga lie
I just play it how it go, if you need it I'll supply
I'll be the Dope Man (I'll be the dope man, I'll be the dope man)
Get the whole cake nigga catch a dough case
Those chances you gotta take to get us both paid
Ski mask, Black gloves call it O.J
And put our trouble in the bubble call it Rosay
Money make the world turn, 100 rounds make it stop
You could build empires hoes make it drop
Sincerely yours, niggas slam Bentley doors
Niggas getting fast money tryna fuck the baddest hoes
Homie did 20 years tried to live with honor
And came home had to live with his momma
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Let the truth be told, niggas know how to do is sell dope
Some Niggas still sell dope, other niggas retired
Still got hope, Other niggas gettin high
Niggas say a truth, be another nigga lie
I just play it how it go, if you need it I'll supply
I'll be the Dope Man (I'll be the dope man, I'll be the dope man)
Lie To Me lyrics - French Montana (feat. Chinx Drugz & Flip)
Ayo nigga, ayo Fraud
These niggas always gon' be financially frustrated
Till you start making music like this nigga
You niggas ain't got no money, nigga
Cause you niggas always got time
Nigga I got money nigga
I ain't got time for you niggas
Holla!
That shit is all game
You ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no ho
Man you niggas is lame
Why you tryna fuck with me
What you niggas homo?
I wake up with your mom
She on E, is your bro
I got what you need
Man you niggas is plain
You ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no mo
You niggas piercin' yo nipples on the angel dust
They say if money ain't change you, you ain't make enough
Born a hustle, rap game new thing to me
You niggas ain't even a quarter what you claim to be
On my way to the money I don't hear a whisper
You niggas flies on me, I ain't got the time homie
You drive expeditions, you need recognition
You want the whole world to stop and hear you rap and listen
You want to be 50, you want to be Hov
You try come up overnight but you niggas broke
White V's, white T, white bitch slurpin'
Them Coke Boys niggas working
That shit is all game
You ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no ho
Man you niggas is lame
Why you tryna fuck with me
What you niggas homo?
I wake up with your mom
She on E, is your bro
I got what you need
Man you niggas is plain
You ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no mo
Look, when you lookin' at the city from the top, that shit is beautiful
It feels good this message is so musical
Never hood-bound, I get around like a hula-hoop
Top down, riding 'round, that's the usual
These lil niggas all in my space
I would put my hands on 'em but that ain't my taste
This motivation is money, my days wasn't sunny
Niggas still movin' deep, charge 50 for the bunny
This cocaine all in my city, might catch 'em ridin' 'round with a bad ass bitty
To get flyer you gon' need more than a set of wings
More fucking problems, that's where the shit is lame
That shit is all game
You ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no ho
Man you niggas is lame
Why you tryna fuck with me
What you niggas homo?
I wake up with your mom
She on E, is your bro
I got what you need
Man you niggas is plain
You ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no mo
I don't what it is or why niggas do the things they do
Like we ain't been settin' fire to booths, my whole team is the truth
I advise you to get in a loop
Get outta line or trust these Coke Boys to do what they do
Who woulda knew that we'd be the savior of the city, if not
The whole new Jeanie then the Bronx gotta feel me
Firin' till they kill me, it's hard to put 'em out
Extinguisher is the works of alarms ringing out
Water done dried up, but I got juice if you need it
That ass wipe nuts so wanna woof, believe me nigga
I'm who they believe in, nigga
I'm driving a Maybach and Beamers, nigga
That shit is all game
You ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no ho
Man you niggas is lame
Why you tryna fuck with me
What you niggas homo?
I wake up with your mom
She on E, is your bro
I got what you need
Man you niggas is plain
You ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no mo
Goin In 4 The Kill lyrics - French Montana (feat. Chinx Drugz & Cheeze)
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Ya'll niggas need a co-sign; homie, I'm the gold mine
Montana Johnson when it's showtime
Nigga pass the ball, make a call; watch me go in for the kill
I was stuntin' on you corny niggas way before the deal
Fast money, fuckin' hoes, flippin' work; call me flip
Rap niggas all diesel, homie; probably a script
See the black van packed up; ski-masks, black gloves
Four niggas mashed up, get a nigga wrapped up
I did it like a boss, fuck a hand-out
Room full of centers, I'm a stand-out
Now I gave 'em no choice; got the coke-boy shit planned out
Hundred-fifty Spider all tanned out; Montana (Montana)
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Listen, for all my dope-boys up over them pots mixin'
New [?] on the block chasin' hot vixens
Gettin' money, right? Well do your thing, shorty
The drama messy, I send some niggas to clean for me
They leave the scene spotless; I like my V's topless
The hoes talk about me, see I'm the trendin' topic
See the riot's that gang, and ya'll know that
That break it up and give it to the strip, you know I'm on that
I'm stickin' to the format
Never catch him slippin', like I'm stickin' to the floor-mat
So these niggas could fall back
I toss some money in the sky and watch it trickle down
Came a long way from the P's; take a look at me now
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Keys to the Beamer; Beamie take the top off
Did ya'll watch the fumes come out like a genie?
That's the Sour; power can't kill me, bitch
Love when I'm high, cause my eyes look dreamy
Four-fifth chrome, that'll leave your dome steamy
Custom-made Lenscrafters still couldn't see me
Flip, pimp, and crack dough
I roll the O, you pop the Ex; tick-tack-toe
Send my condolence, give him hope for best wishes
They hate cause they bitches; ride my stick like witches
Nowadays niggas fraudulent, frontin'; all gimmicks
In the game they all the same; might as well get a mimic
Order to your dog, UPS with deliverance
My man in the can gettin' green like spinach
We'll be like Popeye the sailorman
Yeah, Cheeze ya dealin' man
They spinnin' on the top, like ceiling fans
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Money, Weed, Blow lyrics - French Montana (feat. Three 6 Mafia)
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
When my niggas come get you
Ain't nobody run with you
I hit you with the chopper fix yo ass proper
Cali on the roll, hustlin' in the cold
Pockets full of stacks and a trunk full of o's
We the hottest niggas out, boxing niggas out
Fuck all the paint, light up the thang
Lemme get you in the mood
Get you in the groove
Does it all the time, do it from the ground
Fuck you think, fishing the tank
Everybody watching, hustle non stop
Cocaine Mafia, 4-5th pop ya
Think you out ya mind, I'll put ya mind out ya
Got me on my side with pills and lean
Glock 10 shots, and a fucking beam
Purple lambo, smoking a Rambo
Take my chances, life's a gamble
Low in my ammo, looking for the payback
I know you bitch niggas since way back
Fill up my need, fill up arenas
All mixtapes, we bury niggas you think
Johny Hancock filling up the blank
Two headshots blood in yo mink
Montana juice hard as a tank
These other rap niggas ain't hard as you think
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Who that, who that riding in the street
Riding in a silver phantom
Who that, who that guap on the weed
Other drug dealers can't stand him
Who that, who that be in the club
Throwing down lots of money
Who that, who that be on the ground
Probably tryna get this money
This nigga is too real
Stay high and pop pills
Hell yea I'm cocky
Cause I don't grow meals
I turned out many hoes
I turned out many shows
I did what you tryna do
I done fucked yo momma to
A lot of these niggas be hating on me
And the girlfriends be waving on me
They see me still getting these racks and cheese
Ain't no nigga [?]
We own everything that's in the lot
I'm dealing cash I don't [?]
I'ma take you somewhere homie where I own the lot
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
Money money weed blow pimpin' pimpin' lots of hoes
I'm with my niggas out the north side, In Memphis we cool though
Hanging out in the traps with real killas slanging good dough
Robbery can get done
I just need a reason
They paying me my foils boy
Now that's good reason
Or straight suicide, Now I gotta tax that ass
40 barrel to his head, pay me up or we crack yo cast
[?]
I'm just trying to advance
Caught a nigga slippin', shot his ass for a whole brick
Gotta go quick, cause this here could be my last shot
I'm fucked in yo spot with the guns pouring masks out
But a lick for a brick
Like a nut with no jag on
Or a junkie glass pipin' out bout to blast off
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