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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Married To The Streets lyrics - French Montana (feat. Akon)
[Akon:]
(Konvict)
Akon and French Montana
[Hook: Akon]
I don't know what it is
But it keeps callin' my name, I can't imagine me leavin' this game
I'll tell you what it is
It's the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I'm home
[Verse 1: French Montana]
A hammer for a ring, a vest for a suit
And a judge for a priest, jury taking seats
Now your married to the streets, death do us apart
My next move to the charts, French movin' that Parkay (yeah, yeah)
I'm what you niggaz never was
Came in coughin' kushy, walked out coughin' blood
A G or more, on that Automar'
Montana play the cut like Neospore
What the bloodclaat, dreadlock, murder them
Yessir, left his body shakin' like turbulence (yeah, yeah)
I been in bread, said he been vet
A killer sending threats on the internet
I'm a pimp, 50 large, rubber bands
Conversation, bitch pawned her wedding band
I'm cold as a fridge top
I got the game in a headlock (yeah, yeah)
(Honey I'm home)
[Hook: Akon]
I don't know what it is
But it keeps callin' my name, I can't imagine me leavin' this game
I'll tell you what it is
It's the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I'm home
[Verse 2: French Montana]
I'm married to the streets, 100 karats on my piece
Got money on money, you'll be countin' it for weeks
No top, hit the block, get the head, get a shot
Hit the club, I'm a star, see my table be the bar
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, money stack, money tall
Hit the dealer, 100 large, hit the club, 100 cars
Cut a check, I'm a work, tell Flex bomb it first
Throw it back, show me love, crack a bottle, blow a dub (Haaah)
It's Macaroni nigga don't even drop (Haaah)
Over the sticker, lookin' slick in the drop (Haaah)
The drought is over, Coke Wave, baking soda
Twerkin', my weed purple like grape soda
Me and 'Kon like Shaq and Lebron
It's Montana baby, lookin' like you mad I made it
Catch me in the fresh Airs, Louis bag, white tee, Gucci hat
Game in a doobie wrap, streets keep calling back
[Hook: Akon]
I don't know what it is
But it keeps callin' my name, I can't imagine me leavin' this game
I'll tell you what it is
It's the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I'm home
[Akon:]
Yeah, yeah
Honey I'm home
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Honey I'm home
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, honey I'm home
Playing In The Wind lyrics - French Montana
Montana!
I see you Bigga
Harry Fraud
Dame Grease
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
All my nigga's fly high
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
We getting sky high
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
We got them screaming "Move it! Move it!"
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
Selling coke up in the park, mix the coke up with the dark
Since early had em hook, they was doped up from the start
Nigga 'fore I had a album done did it to the maximum
Push it to the limit, never slipping, not a minute
Gotta get it while they getting good shorty touched my weak spot
Hope my nigga Grease got some rubbers me and Max like brothers
And niggas try to duck us when it's pay day
Play day, 30 bitches in the crib I'm Ray J!
They say money ain't everything you motherfucking right
Its the only thing God trust the holy thing
Jewels like Poland Spring niggas in the hood love me
You know money is my sort of thing it's all the same
Streets and this rap shit nigga's all acting
Game got me trapped in black Benz
Circling the block take the roof right off the top
Coke wave you know we coming for you nigga's spot (Montana)
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
All my nigga's fly high
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
We getting sky high
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
We got them screaming "Move it! Move it!"
We playing in the wind (we playing in the wind)
We Gotta Go lyrics - French Montana
She said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
Baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
We gotta go
We gotta go
Like a lamborgini, shorty ride up on me
I hear them niggas talk, they ain't got nothin for me
Them boys comin for me, runnin outta time
Wanna get my attention? throw up a dollar sign
We gotta go
She said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
We gotta go
She said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
I be dippin through, lookin for a bitch or two
Try to get a breather when this shit get critical
Get you through a long day, whole sale missin you
All the player haters, they don't know who to listen to
Personal, baby I'm tuckin you, rover, lamb with the stripe, zoom in and get a close up
Sweet, you a freak, don't be playin with your beef
I hustle like lebron, that took off from the keef
From the feet up, we tough, delinja, two shots
Pump go blast, take a chunk out your ass
Like lights camera action, know we runnin town
Work I break it down like fractions
And I only nigga gettin money in the drought
And them hoes bring em in, kick em out
Did about 20 pumps then fell off, rude bwoy hittin up my phone keep screamin out french you still off?
We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go
We gotta go, she said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
We gotta go, she said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
Money over bitches, everythings a go
Rollin through the district, playin in the snow
Whippin like its bisquick, everybody know
Keep it at a distance, don't play with my dough
Now give it to the dj, put it on the replay
Your ho-style bafoonery, you bought it off of ebay
Got it on the rover, now she on the sofa
I drink so much I be high when I'm sober
Roll up, hola at your lady, baby, she lookin at my like I'm crazy
Wavey, says shes a diva, rollin in the beamer
Shorty half white and fillipino
Bitch was breakin out, wanted me to break it down
Hell naw
You can stay with famron, I'm gone
She said, baby I'm the one, the one, there's nothin you should run from
Nothin you should run from
Like a lamborgini, shorty ride up on me
I hear them niggas talk, they ain't got nothin for me
Them boys comin for me, runnin outta time
Wanna get my attention? throw up a dollar sign
We gotta go
She said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
We gotta go
She said baby I'm the one, the one, there's nobody to run from
Slow Down lyrics - French Montana
AAAhh let's go
All my niggas that be speedin'... Slow down!
Real niggas do real things for real money
Or you can play the fool for that plate of food
Be a made man homie and take time
For that main time Stay on ya grind
Shook of Jay when he ccokin ye'
Homie life real I could write a book a day
And that's a German Shepard
If he can't smell the work in the back K-9 can't smell it either
I been here 10 years I overstayed the Visa
Now the judge wanna send me back-Picture That
When you think you hit rock bottom think of worse
It'll help you out nigga it's part of the curse
Slow Down
They tell me be easy young nigga slow down
I told'em I'm a boss I'm speedin like Ross my mind racin
They tell me slow down nigga slow down nigga
When it's in the dark wait for the light
And they say you outta mind when you outta sight
My finger got powder burns I just murdered a man
Left him layin in the streets it was him or me
For some dumb shit it sound sweet
At night I can't sleep but the nigga deserve it
I'm nervous cause the back of my mind
I'm shakled up back of the line
Wake up in cold sweat I'm back on my grind
When a door close another door open
And there's a lot of truth told in the jokin
Get ya mind right to die young it's an honor
Nigga to live long you die twice
Slow Down
They tell me be easy young nigga slow down
I told'em I'm a boss I'm speedin like Ross my mind racin
They tell me slow down nigga slow down nigga
Stuck In The Middle lyrics - French Montana (feat. Jae Millz, Dame Grease & Meeno)
[French Montana:]
I gotta let m know, before I go
When you can't get low, when you can't get higher
When you can't get low
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
[Meeno:]
Rich nigga, got a penthouse
Coke Wave, sit down
Now I bossed up, G 4s and escolaters
Stacks coming in, holla at your nigga later
[French Montana:]
I gotta let m know, before I go
When you can't get low, when you can't get higher
When you can't get low
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
[Jae Millz:]
Tell your chick to come over, I bend that bitch over
Just a little
I'm all over the instremental
In 2.0 hours, all the work is our's
I fire up the boom, all the goons sit out there
All we got is block work, all the work is fire
Pump it til the block hurt, make it like the wire
We ain't tryna hire, only fuck with bosses
Stick it in the ziplock, only cars causts
Know my Mama proud of me
Roll another sour tree
Lil mama probably swalow me
[French Montana:]
I gotta let m know, before I go
When you can't get low, when you can't get higher
When you can't get low
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
Overtime lyrics - French Montana (feat. Akon)
[Akon:]
It's due or die, gotta go put in overtime
I'm gon put it on the line, on the way, so I'm goin grind
Everytime, everytime
Overtime
Overtime
[French Montana:]
Montana!
Started with a vision, that body in Heni
I'm that igga you need, got that gram in
With a nigga slippin off, your bitch slippin off
Montana slicker than Edgiption cloth
Imma ball on you niggas till the end
Hold it down, my nigga Max hit the can
Keep the soul, keep the devil in
Niggas get shot, pop pop
Pain for the radeo, streets ain't got it
Got that cheese, 20, 000 sold
I'm that new nigga now
It's funny how it go
G4 live
And I been that nigga, right
Way before Cam got signed
[Akon:]
It's due or die, gotta go put in overtime
I'm gon put it on the line, on the way, so I'm goin grind
Everytime, everytime
Overtime
Overtime
What You Want From Me lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B & Beanie Sigel)
[Max B:]
Boss Don Biggavel'
Beanie Sigel, yeah
[Max B (Beanie Sigel):]
What you want from me
Roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me
I'm tryna bone
Me down, me down
We sit comfortably
[Beanie Sigel:]
Max B, I'm feelin' wavy in this bitch
Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let's get it
If it cost to be the boss, I could flip the bill
Ball like Chris Paul and I don't push the pill
I just move the rock, I'm a boss, bitch, rich or not
It's what you keep not what you cop
Ya niggas talkin' what you used to do
What they used to have, how much coke that they used to grab
Man we doin' it, y'all done it, yeah y'all ran it, but we run it
Shit, if we don't got it (we don't want it)
We don't' chase paper, we catch it
Back and forth trips to the desert
I'm tryna hit my number twice then press it
This money long like cigarette boats
We 'bout to blow it like cigarette smoke
Nigga we eatin'
You niggas wearin' fake jewelry (Cheatin')
Man I'm a boss, I don't count paper I way it
And I don't place bets I lay it
And I don't kill niggas I "Okay" it
[Max B:]
Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes
Competition, I like dikes
Like to get tipsy, tricksy crammed in
Niggas you think hot, Bigga, he can't stand them, damn them
I can give a fuck what you niggas think, I'm gettin' paid
Penthouse, givin' dick to maids
Hit the Spades, Black jack, 21, pitty-pat
See you with' your chain, better gimme that
Bitch, Mac Book Pros all over
Tact took stacks, shook pros all over
I got goons that'll flip and just give 'em the word
Ya know, while I sit in the Bird
Got the boy seeds as in Allah
My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah
Pussy was my alibi
Even though, I was in the cut makin' music
Ay, booty baby'll get ya paid
I can get ya laid off the pimpy, simply
Just kuz I'm the guy
Bitches got 'em like Mardi Gras, sit the potty high
I'm a shit on you bitch-made, switchblade
I'll cut you niggas face, whachu want from me
[Max B (Beanie Sigel):]
What you want from me
Roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me
I'm tryna bone
Me down, me down
We sit comfortably
[French Montana:]
Any set get mashed on, y'all homo niggas makin' fag corn
Who gave these niggas platform?
Get the money, then the power, then respect
I don't step on niggas toes, step on niggas necks
Nigga check, gave life to the game, say thank you
We don't wanna plate, niggas want the whole table
Gave you niggas Coke Wave, Quarantine, Cocaine Konvict
Grand Cru with the sour deez
Cough, have ya brains leakin' out (Prego sauce)
A nigga cross us, die on the cross
They want beef, what kinda sauce
I push a 911, kinda Porsche
Boss Don, Mac, Beans
Niggas off the wall like a flat screen, what's happening
[Hollywood Fergie:]
Shit don't stop
Max, Mac N Cheese, talk to 'em Mack
[Beanie Sigel:]
It's The Broad Street Bully, The Silver Surfa
Catch the wave, pull a stop on the 'caine, or I stretch the gauge
100 grand, rubber bands in the duffle
100-shot Mac, leather strap with the muzzle
Rip anything that I spit on
Fuck if it's my beef, any fuckin' set could get dipped on
Kill with the chips or, Max cut the checks and the shit's on
Duck-Hunt these birds till clips gone
[Max B (Beanie Sigel):]
What you want from me
Roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me
I'm tryna bone
Me down, me down
We sit comfortably
Closer Than Most lyrics - French Montana (feat. Tre Williams)
What's Gucci my nigga? What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
Getting GuWop
(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Still-a in that trap getting GuWop
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be riding around with that blocka
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Versace shit, Silk The Shocker
Coulda been San Quentin on lock
But I two'd up that ghost
I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonest
But I'm just a product of my environment
Young nigga, young nigga
Pop pills, make mills young nigga
Got wrist, stay trill young nigga
Still talking that, still young nigga
And I ain't ever lose the chain
And shawty head stupid man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run shit like a Greyhound
I'm in here, now who let the Devil in?
I ain't been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ain't never been hesitant
I am your ruler, no measurements
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga
Cash Money 'til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off papers, I heart paper
No sharp paper, better get the point
'Cause I'm point-shaven with a sharp razor
Get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, I'm a geek, I put my niggas on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleep
I can't see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I'm 'bout to go Tunechi man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-
Fresh Air lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B)
[French Montana:]
100 grand, rubber band
A nigga low, a wanted man
Sure you're right, I know ya high
Talkin' crazy, run for your life
They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
Money can't buy the streets
I been paid, my men spray
100 rounds, sound like merengue
Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
That's what they thought, now it's 40 on ya hat
What's the matter huh
I'm the new breath of fresh air, like a asthma pump
Representing
My militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you're renting
Told 'Kon put ya leg up
Five stacks on the floor, watch homie fuckin' dig up
[Max B:]
If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro, my seat is low
They fold up like that Peter Rowe
Get 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, baby let me beat
Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I can do it easy, sleazy, niggas speak and revokin' my bail
They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
I was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast pace
Kuz mami this ya last take
Came in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJs
Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw)
Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin'
Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
Niggas they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to the game
Kuz most of you niggas is lames
Ow
If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
[French Montana:]
Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the Coope
And niggas talkin' crazy, I'm shakin' in my boots
A couple thou, I'm Mr. Childs
Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
A proper team, I mean badabing
With a model bitch in the back gargling
I'm so high, open cooch baby
I told Grease, let me loose baby
Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
R.I.P. to my dude Adee
My transition is phenomenal
Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
French Montana, everything signed and sealed
[Max B:]
If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit
Ow Ow
Lay Down lyrics - French Montana (feat. Dame Grease and Mike Shorey)
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Mike Shorey:]
We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I figure y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
And y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Yeah)
[French Montana:]
These old niggaz in the west, said they gon' get the Tec
And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight
M6, get away, know a nigga trippin'
Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate
Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang
Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang
Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac
All-black GT Bently with the skulled cracked, fall back
You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em
Stick up boys robbin' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em
We flood the game and let 'em digest
Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz in a contest
And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance
Niggaz talkin' all this money, we don't see it
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Mike Shorey:]
I'm out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm cakin', y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, stop tryna get on my level
Man y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
[{French Montana}:]
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
[Dame Grease:]
Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt
Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up
Lenox Ave gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide
Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see
You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off
On the back steps of his momma's porch
Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work
Come through in niggaz lobby, ballin' through the paperwork
Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only laby
Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy
Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack
Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a ill sound
Niggaz body fall, we took his bankroll
Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold
(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)
Everybody Know lyrics - French Montana
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Baby let Montana help you hit the top
I'll get the four door you'll get the drop
She chase her liquor down I take a shot
Let me brake it down let me get you right
Short over there keep on watching me
So you shorty what you like is it my watch or me?
I'm in the zone and ain't any nigga stopping me
I'm in the zone and ain't any nigga stopping me
I gotta to play it smooth and make them wait
I gotta play it cool let them marinate
I gotta stay strapped can't stop the hate
No matter where I'm at anytime of day
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
Everybody know me everywhere I go
(Everybody know me everywhere I go)
I'm strapped for sure everybody knows
(I'm strapped for sure everybody knows)
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