New Goals lyrics - French Montana (feat. Rico Love)
(from "Superfly" soundtrack)
[French Montana & Rico Love:]
Yeah
It's that wave music
I told Rico, I said
I felt like the shit wasn't done 'til we got back to the...
To that motherfuckin' tsunami wave
Not the "han" but the "ha"
Yeah
Turn the lights on
Many men wanna fuck this bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Many men wanna fuck this bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Droptop bought that Bentley spent about 50 up and burn
Steak tastin' like pussy, pussy gon' get me everytime
I used to dream of fuckin' strippers now I do it mayne
Back then I couldn't even tip 'em now I do it mayne
Now I got new clothes got new goals, look I ain't even tryin'
I told her mayne, mayne tryna fuck this hoes like 50 outta town
New goals (han)
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
I said bitch I got new goals
[French Montana:]
Skrrt, skrrt
Wait a minute (wait a minute, wait a minute)
Wait a minute, ayy, ayy
Those ain't Rolex, diamonds, homie where you get 'em?
I ain't got time even if she bought me ten Hublots
I lost my old bitch came back with ten of those
Montana, Montana (Montana)
Drop head old school bandana (bandana)
Floor seats with the Hawks, Atlanta
Yellow Rose no top like Amber, han
Come and ride this wave, come and ride this wave (wave)
Got a hundred chains on don't be throwin' shade
[French Montana & Rico Love:]
Many men wanna fuck this bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Many men wanna fuck this bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Droptop bought that Bentley spent about 50 up and burn
Steak tastin' like pussy, pussy gon' get me everytime
I used to dream of fuckin' strippers now I do it mayne
Back then I couldn't even tip 'em now I do it mayne
Now I got new clothes got new goals, look I ain't even tryin'
I told her mayne, mayne tryna fuck this hoes like 50 outta town
New goals (han)
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
I said bitch I got new goals
[French Montana:]
Ayy
Streets love us 'cause they seen us on the come up
We was on that Smack, Cocaine City in the corner
Bitches fuck then they run back to their cama, han
Cover boy but I ain't fuckin' undercover (skrrt, skrrt)
We was posted by Frank's, Tremont
Flip packs, buy everything we want (we want)
New shows, new clothes, new hoes, nigga
Money stack cop a new boat, nigga
Crib cost me about two show
Say fuck friends when they got the two-door
But you know, you know, you know, you know
[French Montana & Rico Love:]
Many men wanna fuck this bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Many men wanna fuck this bitches like 50 outta town
New goals
Droptop bought that Bentley spent about 50 up and burn
Steak tastin' like pussy, pussy gon' get me everytime
I used to dream of fuckin' strippers now I do it mayne
Back then I couldn't even tip 'em now I do it mayne
Now I got new clothes got new goals, look I ain't even tryin'
I told her mayne, mayne tryna fuck this hoes like 50 outta town
New goals (han)
New goals
New goals
New goals
New goals
New Money lyrics - Geko x French Montana x Ay Em
[French Montana:]
Montana
You know what it is when you hear that
Haaan
[Ay Em:]
So I tell her, never trust me
Never, never trust the kid
I took his ting now he probably wanna touch me
Pussy, why you mad at me?
I stepped in, now she probably wanna cuff me
'Cause I'm new money
Lookin' like some new money
You probably wanna touch me 'cause I'm new money
Looking like some new money
Tell me what's the ish
[Geko (Ay Em):]
Tell me what it is, what's the issue?
Really took his ting now he's rolling with a tissue
(I know your man there, yeah he pissed too)
(It don't really matter, 'cause your man ain't official)
I think she really know what the ting is
Got my money up now she's sleeping where my ting is
(You know me and Gekz, we the in-thing)
(I just do my prayer then you know it's back to business)
Don't look at me, no, no, no
Like Krept & Konz, they all turn wo, wo, wo
Her body got me so on notes
So cold I had to take a photo bro (Uh)
New money, I'm a ball out
Watch you comin' make these gold diggers crawl out? Yeah
They said we gone now
New money coming in, it's every day
[Ay Em:]
So I tell her, never trust me
Never, never trust the kid
I took his ting now he probably wanna touch me
Pussy, why you mad at me?
I stepped in, now she probably wanna cuff me
'Cause I'm new money
Lookin' like some new money
You probably wanna touch me 'cause I'm new money
Looking like some new money
Tell me what's the ish
[French Montana:]
Montana!
New money, French Vanilla at my level
Montana, he deliver
Hundred mill armadillo
On my neck froze a river
Live Nation cheque made chillin'
I drink, I smoke
Word to Abel, I got extra hoes
On the weekend, yeah baby gon' let you ride The Weeknd
Hittin' arm straight
[Ay Em:]
So I tell her, never trust me
Never, never trust the kid
I took his ting now he probably wanna touch me
Pussy, why you mad at me?
I stepped in, now she probably wanna cuff me
'Cause I'm new money
Lookin' like some new money
You probably wanna touch me 'cause I'm new money
Looking like some new money
Tell me what's the ish
[Geko:]
I want that girl with the curly back
Pussy in the morning, that's a early cat, twenty mad
Fuck Netflix and chill, just head slip and bill while watching some Bernie Mac's
Skin pearly tell you that
Don't look at me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where ever you be I be there, yeah, yeah
Always watch what you say, yeah, yeah
Still got man that go cray, yeah, yeah
[Ay Em:]
So I tell her, never trust me
Never, never trust the kid
I took his ting now he probably wanna touch me
Pussy, why you mad at me?
I stepped in, now she probably wanna cuff me
'Cause I'm new money
Lookin' like some new money
You probably wanna touch me 'cause I'm new money
Looking like some new money
Tell me what's the ish
New Thang lyrics - French Montana & Remy Ma
(from "Uncle Drew" soundtrack)
La Música de Harry Fraud
[French Montana:]
I might pull up a one, maybe two thangs (new things)
Got my old-school joint in my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my Carolina joint, that's my blue thang (got a new)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang (skuh)
Trade the four-door for the coupe thing
She want the high heels, no shoestrings
Chicago floor seats, watchin' Luol Deng
Crib 36 Chambers, Wu-Tang
She ain't a groupie, but she do the group thing
Puff gave me mils off the blue flame
You niggas too jet, you too plain (what!)
Beard game, AK, like I'm Hussein
She [?] on the bridge like MC Shan
KRS-One smokin' on a ether [?]
Best thing out the Bronx since Big Pun
You know exactly where you get your shit from
I might pull up a one, maybe two thangs (new things)
Got my old-school joint in my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my Carolina joint, that's my blue thang (got a new)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang
[Remy Ma:]
You see my shoe gang, I kicks nice Liu Kang
You got 'em after you Saddam, you Hussein
Baby like "You changed", I be like "Who changed?"
I keep three K's on me like the pussypussypull-up in that [?]
New watch, new chain, I Gotham cities on smash, I am Bruce Wayne
Make a milli-milli every week, yeah I'm the new Wayne
So much dope shit, I'm startin' to think I need a new flame
Yeah, I got a new name, now they call me Blue Face
I'm on fire, blue flames, one whip, two lanes
Tity Boi, no 2Chainz, Remy, no Zoo Gang
The only 12 I fuck with is called the Flu Games
I might pull up one, maybe two things (new things)
Got my old-school joint in my new thing (old-school gang)
Got my Carolina joint, that's my blue thang (got a new)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang
[French Montana:]
I might pull up a one, maybe two thangs (new things)
Got my old-school joint in my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my Carolina joint, that's my blue thang (got a new)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Every other day is a New Thang (hey hey hey)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang
New York Minute (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Nicki Minaj & Jadakiss)
(New York, New York, New York, New York)
(New York, New York, New York, New York)
[Chorus:]
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Things could get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute
(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)
(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
You can get your neck broke, face cracked, laid flat
And give everything that you made back, 8 clap
Make a sunvisor out ya wavecap
Pray that New York Minute'll bring Mase back
Shame that Remy took 8 flat, you know the game wack
And every last rapper here tryna bring the name back
It ain't rap, niggaz better stay strapped
Or you could call the stick-up boys, try to get your chain back
(In a New York minute)
They thought the game was over
When B.I.G. died, then the homie Hov took it over
(In a New York minute)
They shot Pac 5 times
Years later, them boys took Shyne
(In a New York minute)
That ain't even the least
Akon signed the hottest nigga in the streets
We gave swagger to the game
Still and all, everything can change
[Chorus:]
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Things could get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute
(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)
(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Look back, fightin' for the spot but I took that
Now all the kids with a Nicki Minaj bookbag
Bitch I been hard since my car had a zig-zag
Low pink Volvos, these bitches is bozos
Oh-nos, eatin' them ding-dongs and hohos
I was just tryna bubble, get past slow-mo
I ain't even ask for them XXL promos
I remember how it felt when them Twin Towers fell
I was in the Trump Towers lookin' for some shower gel
(In a New York minute)
Rappers are just beef
Stack Bundles'or be deceased
(In a New York minute)
Brought my man down
Before they even get a cap and a damn gown
(In a New York minute)
And there gotta be a heaven
Cause Sean Bell'll never get to make it to his weddin'
(In a New York minute)
But a star will arise
And she'll originate from the streets of Southside
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj - Sings]
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)
{Everything done changed}
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
You could get your wig clapped, kidnapped, bitch-slapped
A 2 to 4 could turn into a 6 flat, if that
C-4 to your moms front door, gift-wrapped
Whole fanbase could start thinkin' that your shit's wack
You could be at the gas station and get ya whip jacked
Get yapped, pay a nigga bread, get ya shit back
Right back, everything could change, just like that
Get pulled over on your way bringin' that white back
(In a New York minute)
Rappers stopped sellin'
Kim did a year and a day for not tellin'
(In a New York minute)
Fox went deaf in one ear too, shortly after that she did a year or two
(In a New York minute)
I beat the case, not enough evidence
Get ready to see a black President
(In a New York minute)
You can download a whole album
Now you see where these niggaz get their style from
[Chorus:]
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Things could get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)
Everything can change
In a New York minute
(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)
(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)
Nothing To Think About (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Al Pac and Mac Mustard)
[French Montana:]
It's nothing to think about
Montana man
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Verse 1]
[French Montana:]
After hours, four hoes, flying spur, four-door
Stay strapped, 4-4, I can never go broke
Hatin' on a nigga, dickridin' when they see him
In the club tryna keep up with ya re-up, fuck nigga what it ain't
You the boss, let 'em hate
Bad bitches bring 'em in, boyfriend number two
Never cuddling, come again, baby don't be feelin' that (feelin' that)
Coke Wave Gargamel a hit 'em back
GTC with the ceilin' back (ceilin' back)
Homie, wrist white, bricks white, we be dealin' that
Know you niggaz feelin' that (feelin' that)
Homie, Macaroni, he be peelin' that, dog 'em then send 'em back
Nigga I'm the hottest nigga out, fuck a punchline, played out
Go two-player when it's crunchtime, lunch time
Checks lookin' healthy (healthy) bitches on a nigga (nigga)
You know Coke Wave be the niggaz, Montana bitch
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Verse 2]
[Al Pac:]
I'll leak you dude, what it do, fuck these chickens, stack my loot
Niggaz wanna ride the wave, I'm switchin' to a different loop
Every week a different Coupe, everyday a different smut
Bigga told me "Peezly, fuck these haters, get them bigger bucks"
Now I gotta get it in, niggaz can't fuck with him
Al Pac, Montana, niggaz can't fuck with them
Got the streets in a frenzy, all the real niggaz love us
Coke Wave, and we still riding on you muthafuckas
Front, I'ma lay you down, get outta line, spray a pound
All about my money, I ain't come here to play around
Always on the grind, I got money on my mind
Fow worth brick money, all these other niggaz dimes
Got your wifey on my dick, all these bitches screamin', "Oww"
Never sound the same, every song is a different style
Watch my fetti come and pile, trappin' like it's '88
Al Pac, Gain Greene, niggaz gettin' major cake (Ay)
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
[Verse 3]
[Mac Mustard:]
My niggaz point me in the right path and calculate the right math
A white pad can turn into some light cash
But if you go renegade, leave everything in sight smashed
Baby talkin' 'bout your money even in the white mask
I keep it in pure form, harder than Lennox right jab
You workin' your life away, still ain't kissin' the right ass
This shit is ridiculous, your wifey promiscuous
And them niggaz in your hood ain't feelin' the shit you spit
Let alone the world, this shit'll make your bones curl
Thought you was a player, why you chokin' that girl
You're losing your cool, we still makin' our moves
Jumpin' from stu-to-stu to make it do what it do
Whether it's Coke Wave, Menace From Lenox, tip of the iceberg
We always got the right hooks, always say the right words
Never catch us in tight furs, probably catch us on Rikers
But we set trends, got new ways to cipher
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
I'm working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till everything gone, it's nothing to think about
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
Yeah (it's nothing to think about)
I'ma get to the money (money)
I'ma get to the money (money)
Plenty Money (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Hollywood Fergie & Mac Mustard)
Huh (huh)
Montana (Huhhh)
Niggaz actin' like, we ain't the only new niggaz keepin' the streets alive
Huhhhh
Like we ain't put out the most music
Free my nigga Max, huh
Huuuuh
Coke Wave
Got plenty money
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah)
We got plenty money
It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah)
We got plenty money
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
[Verse 1]
[French Montana:]
Money got my dick harder than a straight jab
Steppin' on that work like a brake pad
Whole different weight class, 8 blast
Knock fuckin' hinges off ya fake ass, Montana, straight cash
Know we bring the slores out, niggaz in the doghouse
Plenty money, then go and buy the mall out, ball out
Verses to a couple mil, told my nigga Max he gon' beat appeal
Take over this shit for real
Know we fucked the most hoes, know we drove the most cars
Know we had the most beef, ya know we write the hottest bars
Dirty like a kitchen mop, fuck a nigga, rich or not
All that flossin' shit gon' do is just get ya shot
Know I had a gift to blow, shit wasn't difficult
First had to show 'em that he known so we get the dough, good to go
Montana switch the flow, way before this wack shit
Rap shit, ya nigga been get the dough
We got plenty money
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah)
We got plenty money
It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah)
We got plenty money
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
[Verse 2]
[Mac Mustard:]
I be on my shit, I don't find my strength in the slick talk
I grab that 4-5th, and quick to let the shit spark
Double back when it get dark, black talents that rip hearts
Spit darts, we gon' cut this shit short
Play the game on his court, leave him laid on his porch
Niggaz is dying, we ridin', they stuck identifyin' his corpse
Take a ride in his Porsche, smack it up, wrap it up
Got the game in the sidepocket filled if ya rack 'em up
Some say he be actin' up, some say he don't act enough
I say he swing for the fences, every time that Mac is up
Guess what nigga Mac is up, Gain Greene to trap 'em up
Coke Wave 2, with Max and Montana to back him up
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah)
We got plenty money
It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah)
We got plenty money
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
[Verse 3]
[Hollywood Fergie:]
I get money like that nigga 5th
Down ya bitch throat while I guzzle on this big 5th
From a distance, this is all coincidence
As if Fergie ain't got no intelligience
Million dollar residence, Bentleys in the driveway
If I die today, you can say I did it my way
Did it the high way, piff, roll it up
If you a Crip, where them big C's nigga throw it up
If u a Blood, where them big B's nigga throw it up
I do not discriminate, middle fingers to those who hate
Niggaz take one look at me and say he real
Bitches take one look at me and know the deal
Same night I'm in her bed, now she wanna give me head
With the same lips she kiss her baby with, that's some shit
But I'm rare tot he game, I'm so addicted
But to the niggaz that I love I'm slightly more commited
[Hook]
[French Montana:]
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Ain't any nigga hotter than (Yeah, yeah)
We got plenty money
It's them Coke Boyz, not again (Yeah)
We got plenty money
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Pop That (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. The Game, Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)
[Game:]
[Intro]
Hey Walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga Meek Mill
Tell that nigga Meek Mill get on the phone call that nigga Boss
Tell Boss get on the phone, call that nigga French Montana man
Tell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop [x4]
Uncle Luke, you better that hoe,
I’m the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe
Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe
Lick the cat and then mail hoe
Cop the Yeezys never wear that doe
You fuckin Kim K nigga share that hoe
Real nigga everywhere I go
You got one, you better marry that hoe
She got a fat monkey, a camel toe
She Armenian and she call me daddy-o
She like it from the back, no patio
I’m from the too live crew, her daddy know
I’m fresh as fuck, no flat top
I got flip flops in that black drop
No green screen in my black drop
I got green things in my backpack
I’m thugging, welcome back Pac
I’m a mac nigga, no laptop
My bitch ass fat and no ass shots
She get motivated when that cash drop
Don’t call my bitch no stripper nigga
She’s an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga
Amber Rose ain’t got nothing on Mulan
Megan Good, ain’t got nothing on Chyna
And I know tyga, how I know tyga
Megan Good, ain’t got nothing on Chyna
Shit Japan ain’t got nothing on Chyna
Wish that was me, nothing on Chyna
Damn, there I go again
I ain’t tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on Chyna
Don’t stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping it
I like red bones a little chocolate
And I’m asap with that rocket list
And I’m swagging and splashing and fucking these hoes
I’m blowing that kush and it’s stucked in my clothes
They blowing my dick 'til I nut in they nose
These niggas they know they can’t fuck with the flow
My mozzy is cold, my bitches are hot
We walk in the club, she sneak in the Glock
We turning it up, off of peach and Ciroc
With bottles and bottles
Like when does it stop?
With models and models they known to be fucking
She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing
I’m knockin and stuffin out that english muffin
I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!!
Coke boy I like 'ole boy
I got a gold impala like dope boy
Twerking it, working it
Like waffle house I’m serving it
They play with it, I’m murking shit
You Jasons kid, I'm Dirk and shit, you square niggas with your circle head
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
[Hook]
[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking
[Hook]
[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Feel me, feel me
This bitch want me to feel me
Ballin’, ballin’ like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
[Hook]
[Drake]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped ‘Take Care’, bought a muthafuckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B
[Hook]
[Lil' Wayne]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin’ bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m fucking wit’ French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin’, I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 5′ 5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, fuck joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch
[Hook]
Poppin' (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (with Meek Mill & Chris Brown)
(originally by Rico Richie)
[Meek Mill:]
You got a motherfuckin' cheque in your pocket
Pull it out right now and contribute
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, yeah, I'm standin' at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord
[French Montana:]
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
[Chris Brown:]
I met a bitch from uptown, I'm like, "Woah"
Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, "Woah"
My niggas ain't fuckin' around, they gon' go
Think I'm a spend a cheque on that pussy, I'm like, "No"
I put your bitch in a Phantom, that shit big as a planet
Got some bitches in Paris that speakin' French like Montana
Got a bitch in the projects, she be holdin' her hammer
Landed in California, 'bout to go to Atlanta
To meet my bitch from Miami, she want beef on the table
I moonwalk in that pussy, she thinkin' Billie Jean
I got a TEC sittin' on the step and that's on the set
Here I go, ring a nigga neck all about a cheque, yeah, I know
[Meek Mill:]
I'm standin' at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord
[French Montana:]
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
[French Montana:]
You ran up on my set and tried to knock us
They heard I'm wit' the killers and the robbers
If I don't fire hammers and the choppers
I be ridin' 'til they free Wavie Crockett
Khaki sippin' dirty at the house
My niggas, you don't rap cause you can't stop us
Blood, he poppin' me and J. Lo in the projects
Nigga, you couldn't see us wit' binoculars
Hook game like coppers, brick squad like Flocka
Let the birds fly like it's falcons, ball like [?]
This that vintage Chanel, drinkin', twistin' cigars
Mixin' Cris in the dark, cryin', grippin' the odds
Hit my man up, I had to go
Bulletproof sprinter, I be ridin' like the Pope, Montana
[Meek Mill:]
I'm standin' at a table full of trappers
I pop a Perc and take off like it's NASA
My niggas, they don't rap, but look like rappers
Cause when we get that work, we flip it backwards, Lord
[French Montana:]
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
If you ain't got no paper, you ain't poppin'
If you don't got no paper, you ain't poppin' it
Pose To Do lyrics - Lil Pump, French Montana & Quavo
There ya go
You know what it is, when ya hear that
Lil Pump
Montana
(Molly Mall)
What I'm supposed to do?
What I'm supposed to do?
What I'm supposed to do?
What I'm supposed to do?
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want you
I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want you
What I'm supposed to do?
What I'm supposed to do?
What I'm supposed to do?
What I'm supposed to do?
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want you
I'm surrounded by bad bitches but I only want you
What I'm supposed to do? Pick 'em by the two
Smellin' like Gelato, when I'm walkin' through
Surrounded by some scamo bitches, but I want you
Space coupe, UFO, take off vroom
Chopper bite at you, drop thirty on some shoes
Fuck you and your crew, panties on the roof
I took you to Calabasas, now I like you
My bitch cannot wear no UGGs, she got Chanel boots
All these Lambos in my driveway, what I'm supposed to do?
How I'm supposed to move? Let me play with your cooch
Bitches in my room and I left 'em for you
She might be a thot but I'm a thot too
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do?
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want you
I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want you
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do?
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want you
I'm surrounded by bad bitches but I only want you
Bad bitches all around me, hundred acres keep me grounded
Phantom speedin' through Calabasas like Robert Downey
Hottest in my town, talkin' sauce but we drownin'
Turn in to the Max, till he free Max out the county
I got choppers that'll lift up thirty bouncers
Talk drip, sell it bottled up in twenty ounces
Drip, drip, drip, yeah thirty fountains
Dirty birds, like the Falcons
Number on in thirty countries
I need two piece and a biscuit, groupies and a mistress
Chain piece like a district, on two piece getting lifted
Nigga, I'm the truth, coupe looking like a torpedo
Carlito's Way and got the album on the way
(Montana)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do? (Ha)
What I'm supposed to do?
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches
But I only want you
I'm surrounded by bad bitches
But I only want you
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
I want a two piece, I really wanna
R&B Chicks lyrics - French Montana (feat. Fabolous & Wale)
[Intro:]
What you talkin' bout, I'm a (Coke Boy) put in work
[Hook - French Montana:]
Mary J, Miley Cyrus
Tell Ashanti, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
Catch me rollin', Kelly Rowland
Tell Rihanna, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
[Verse 1 - French Montana:]
Mary J bought me everything
Kelly Rowland bought that press be rolling
I heard that Rihanna got that oooh
Tryna get Kelly wetter than her pool
Smokin' on that Etta James
Stackin' that Aretha Franklin
Smokin' Keisha, ease the pain
OG, Mary J
Ooh I like it, blow a quarter mill
Smoke about a field, talkin' bout that Lauryn Hill
TLC what I'm going about
All my bitches Rihanna, all my bitches Madonna
Tell JB going to JJ, fuck that, going KK
Riding around with that AK, every day be pay day
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Fabolous:]
J. Lo's, Beyno's and K. ro's
Mamis, lightskins, darkskins, when I say so
Sippin' on this Brandy, Smokin' on that Keisha
Fell in love with my AK, with a new swisher to Licia
She in between my verses, I'm in between her legs
You seen her at award shows, I seen her on the reg
I need a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening
Adina Howard for real, I'm freaking then I'm leaving
That Aguilera bought that black Carrera
That Kelly Clarkson bought that Aston Martin
I'm tryna get a Christina Milli yo
And an R&B bitch that can really blow, yo
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
Kick game Neymar, psh psh, Tamar
Keep it G, I'm no hypebeast but tell Bernstein [?] to leave the J's on
Oh I got a fetish, talkin' bout me out in Philly
She just married a billionaire, tryna see what went chilly
Damn Misses Badu, there's just something about you
Tell me next lifetime, I'm shooting myself for proof, oops
Tinashe, I'm tryna show you love
Heard you get 2 on, I just need one then I'm good
Mary J, got your number from Puff
I'm young enough to be your son, but what's that 411?
You know I'm just playing, you know I love them ladies
You know I love you like a sister, unless you thinking maybe
[Hook]
RATATAAAAA lyrics - French Montana & 2Rare
You know what it is when you hear that "Haan"
Jump on, jump on (Oh, yeah)
Make me shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Don't play with is, don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play
Ratata, push your ma-ta-ta
Bitch, fuck it up, throw it back or somethin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just fuck it up for all these ones (Oh, give me head)
Bitch, fuck it up, throw it back or somethin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just fuck it up for all these ones (Oh, give me head)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Mommy (Mommy), she got it (She got it)
Wet, wet (Wet, wet), tsunami (Tsunami), woo (Woo)
Mommy (Mommy), she got it (She got it)
Wet, wet (Wet, wet), tsunami (Tsunami)
Bitch, I'm him (Bitch, I'm him)
Bitch, I'm him, bitch, I'm him, pretty faces if they slim
Bitch, I'm flexin', need no gym, bitch, I'm ballin', need no rim
Bitch, I'm viral, need no film, need that B, I don't need no Ms
That ass fat when she CashApp, duck your iPhone screen, I tap that, haan
Make you jump, make you jump
Make me shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Don't play with is, don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play
Ratata, push your ma-ta-ta
Bitch, I'm him, booted up with no Timbs
I be walkin' with a limp, stunt with blues in my pocket
Like pimples, yes, we pop shit (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Nigga, stop it, niggas really be clowns, but they not it (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ask her if she fuckin', if not, she gotta top me
Make me shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Salam lyrics - $kinny, Swizz Beatz & French Montana
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
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Word to my dog my G'z I need another one
All of my cars got speed just like I'm on the run
Mouth fulla gold my teeth feel like the golden one
I'ma get the cash, you let the motor run
All black wagon with the white seats
Iced out yeah, bitch, I might be
Nah, I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Keep a few shooters, call 'em Spike Lee
Keep a few cougars on the lock down
Keep a few rugers on me yeah, bitch, I'm hot now
100k way before the plane even touchdown
Glad to say I did it first, Swizzy what up now
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
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Habibi Habiti, that strap in my CK
Young leader with leeway like OJ on the freeway
Speedin' down the third lane Lamb' turbo
Leaving, like Frank Lucas burned the fur coat
Tweaking, first Muslim with the round the world flow achieved it
Immigrated then gave the world ho
Crib on the cliff like China with the Great Wall
Got haters in Niagra that want to see the great fall
Pray and stand on my ways who I pray for
Pyramids in Egypt to the F1 race cars
Assalm alaikom is the Middle East symphony
Milli for a show need the cash fly it in for me
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Asalamu alaykom
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
Wa alaykom asalam
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Say Less lyrics - Fabolous & French Montana
Say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ask me for my help I tell them say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ever need my help I tell em say less
Look
I just do more and say less
Money talking for me baby, I'm having to say less
Shorty wanted Lo Mein, and she be going low mane
So Imma need da private room, Dara told me say less
Yea, this that satay sauce
Gotta be upfront baby, what that valet cost
I'm a smooth operator, word to Sade's voice
Me & Day Day pulling up, like Next Friday boy
Shhhh
Yea they 10's, but I keep 'em clean
When you really keep it playa you can keep a team
Shhhh
Put the win before the stats
Make sure they say less
Kill a rat before they chat
Say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ask me for my help I tell them say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ever need my help I tell em say less
(Montana!)
Say less, Diddy boppin with a lituation
On the couches she throwing signs up like Caresha
Slidin' with the mobster, salt and pepper lobster
Walnut shrimp outside like Von Zip
2 milli on a car with no stars on the ceiling
They be gangstas on the blogs, catch a charge now they civilians
Now back to the private room, poker with the lifers
When I tell 'em say less, I ain't talkin' bout the prices
I'm on that say less energy, she spinnin' me, I curve fast
Catchin' suckas Jack Harlow style, flyin' first class
Still duckin' all the crabs, eatin' all the lobster
Hopin' out like Fendi off the helicopter
Say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ask me for my help I tell them say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ever need my help I tell em say less
Shot Caller (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Diddy & Rick Ross)
[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
[French Montana]
Dip-dip dippin’ in the Phantom, thought they seen a ghost
Try live life baby gon make a toast
All white drop head just me and Flocka
My new deal sweeter then Peach Ciroc
I took over the streets didn’t miss a block
Did it for NY baby shout to BIG and Pac
Can I hit it in the condo, can I hit it in the morning like Alonso
Shawty got potential, knew I had to stamp her
Ass like Nicki hair like Amber (coke boy baby)
Coke boy till they bury me
R.I.P the homie Heavy D
[Chorus]
[Diddy]
Dippin’ in the ‘gatti, billboards in Tokyo
Worth about a billion and still run the city
What you really thought I wasn’t comin through
I invented ballin, the shot callin’
Ciroc boy, top 10 hitter
Like she came with the car, left the lot wit’ her
Can I hit it on the jet, Diddy, Rex Ryan, autograph signin’
Shawty kinda flashy I could be her sponsor
Hair like Cassie shoe game is awesome
We on that Ciroc, Redberry with the red bottom
NY we the headline, bitch Imma baller!
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Put the coupe on a pair of Chuck Tailors (ughh)
Bought the block, no love for the neighbors
Top down praying to my lord an’ savior
We on the floor, Pacquaio the world's greatest
Boxin’ niggas all I ever did was mob and weave
Now the crib 8 mill that’s on everything
Give me props and keep it real ya man hatin’
Not the crib she couldn't get past the landscapin’
Cranberry Letterman I had ‘em hand made
Double M Genius, even the band playing,
Scarface 500inch flatscreen
Stack cream now the Maybach's matte green
[Chorus]
Slide (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Blueface & Lil Tjay)
Blueface, baby
You know what it is when you hear that, haan (Yeah, a'ight)
Montana (Bitch, I'm slidin', bitch, I'm slidin')
Yeah, won't you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga? Haan)
Slim thick lil' butt, but it feel bigger (Butt, but it feel bigger, haan)
I know you just a lil' problem, I can deal with ya (Tell 'em I can deal with ya, haan)
I know you just a lil' problem, I can deal with ya (Oh)
All night gettin' shmizzed, all night gettin' high (Gettin' high)
Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin' Y
Bitch slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Creepin' 'round corners and then dippin' through the grass (Yeah)
Right back on your mothafuckin' ass
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Yeah
Okayyyyy
Hell yeah to the motherfuckin right
All of this [?] queen Ima see the light
Smoking K.K. got me [?]
On stage, now I'm on a private flight
It ain't cash [?] duffle bag [?]
Shorty bag got a lot of ass wit her
I just smashed I don't take her out to dinner
Got to be a [?] to be in my spinner
Roll one, say she smoke, she can have two
Try to [?] if you want, you can ride too
Less talk about money, talking bout coming home then we talking bout something
Bitch slide
Bitch, slide
Bitch, slide (Slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide) (yeah, yup)
Fuck 'em over, niggas, don't you pay 'em no mind (uhh)
We can make a movie, I ain't wastin' no time
Baby, we can fuck again, do it all night (Slide)
Baby, I been hustlin', cookin' all night (Bitch, slide)
Future so bright, look at my life
Like fuck it, bitch, slide
Bitch, slide, bitch, slide
Saw some mark-ass niggas on the corner flaggin' me
Like, "What's up with you? 'Sup with Max B?
What's up with this Coke wave? What's up with the crew?
Is that nigga still in jail? What the nigga do?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs
Coke Boys still the gang, Coke wave in my veins"
Nigga, slide (Nigga, slide)
Nigga, slide (Nigga, slide)
Nigga, slide (Nigga, slide)
Bitch nigga, slide (Haan?)
Won't you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga?)
Slim thick lil' butt, but it feel bigger (Butt, but it feel bigger)
I know you just a lil' problem, I can deal with ya (Tell 'em I can deal with ya)
I know you just a lil' problem, I can deal with ya (Oh)
All night gettin' shmizzed, all night gettin' high
Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin' Y
Bitch slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Creepin' 'round corners and then dippin' through the grass (Yeah)
Right back on your mothafuckin' ass
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Yeah
Blueface, baby (Slidin')
Yeah, a'ight (Slidin')
Bust it open for a real nigga (Bust it)
Tommy gun on me like a Hilfiger (Bust it)
Slidin' and glidin', this ain't no Plain Jane
VVS' bustin' (Bustin')
Like Jerome Bettis (Like Jerome Bettis)
I get to the fetty (Fetty)
I got a fuckin' fetish
Two dicks on me, a cock and a big Glock (Two dicks)
Reach for my piece like openin' your eyes in Bird Box (Ooh)
Gunshots (Gunshots)
Start a track meet
.40 clack like some sandals when they slap feet (Slide)
Won't you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga?)
Slim thick lil' butt, but it feel bigger (Butt, but it feel bigger)
I know you just a lil' problem, I can deal with ya (Tell 'em I can deal with ya)
I know you just a lil' problem, I can deal with ya (Oh)
All night gettin' shmizzed, all night gettin' high
Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin' Y
Bitch slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
So High lyrics - French Montana (feat. Curren$y)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Painting these lyrics from a hammock, with an ounce of kush a pack of bamboos
And an ice cream sandwich I'm that dude
Game given to you from an OG point of view
Usually I'll sell it but I got enough to share with you
Baby if you cook and roll that weed I'll be so happy with you
Fuck you so good you'll know I'm cheating it won't matter to you
You know how daddy do you spitta make them jet maneuvers
Hop of the club don't park valet won't get a chance to move it
I'm out before I hear the music that's how quick them hoes be choosing
I don't call it, pussy be crawling to me
Homeboy I don't know who did what, cause I was in the cut
Rolling tropical..sitting low as possible
[Chorus: French Montana]
Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Shorty pussy be the meanest, I be balling all arenas
Homie high somewhere in venus, I mean this
When I tell you that I want it, I don't need it
They be all in the procedures, Shorty yelling from the bleachers
Got me reachin' like a 2 guard, too hard. Ski Mask or a suit on
5 chains canaries help me cool off, tuned up
Camaro like Larry Flint, Block-star, Rockstar
Montana Aerosmith, 40 spit
Homie nigga's dying I'll be flyin' out
Fed's on my nigga's tail he hidin' out
Montana slidin' out
Baby don't be fuckin' with my high
Suck a nigga dry
I'll be low as possible, tryna clear my mind
Montana Bitch!
[Chorus Repeated]
Straight Cash (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B and Gorilla Zoe)
[French Montana:]
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
[Verse 1: Gorilla Zoe]
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
[Hook: French Montana]
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
[Verse 2: French Montana]
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
(Smokin' happens 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
[Hook: French Montana]
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
[Verse 3: Max B]
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)
[Hook: French Montana]
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
That's A Fact lyrics - French Montana (feat. Mr Swipey)
That's a fact
That's a fact
Who made this?
JB made this, hahahaha
Hol' up, slide
Pull up, drive (Skrrt)
Whole point is a vibe
I just want the top (Top)
Diamonds, flash (Bling)
Drip, game, splash
Whip game nasty (Ugh)
Stick game, Bin Laden
Spend a whole mil' that's a fact
Homie that's a fact
Shotty, pump (Pump)
Foreign's out the trunk
Made it out the hump (Hump)
Kris Kross, jump
Make a splash, don't play that's a fact (Fact)
She came through the front (Front)
We slid out the back (Back)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Chain drip, that's a fact (Fact)
Game with me, that's a fact (Fact)
Play with me, that's a fact (Fact)
Ooh
Don't play that's a fact (Click, bam)
Hunnid thou', that's a fact (Fact)
You's a coward that's a fact (Fact)
Game, slap (Spin around)
Right hand up to God (God)
Will drag out the box
Curve, spin move
Too slim, handle
I'm market price Menu
Into them lights send you
Never kick it boxer
Never take the box
Combination to the lock
Never operate with opps
Trappin' still
You cappin' phil
Stack it like that rent due
Wrap it up like hindu
Spin around the block
Want my piece got that drop
There's no G's I want that top
It ain't easy, not that hot
Maybach, blacktop
Case out
Made it out the back block
Made it out the headshot
Spin around the block
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Spin around the block
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Young Drippy, smoke that hippy, shooters with me, don't play get me
Spin around the block
Don't quite get it
Zombies
Quarter mill
Tattoos Surahs from Koran
Take off like LeBron
Hol' up, slide
Pull up, drive (Skrrt)
Whole point is a vibe
I just want the top (Top)
Diamonds, flash (Bling)
Drip, game, splash
Drip game nasty (Ugh)
Stick game, blah
Spend a whole mil' that's a fact
Homie that's a fact
Shotty, pump (Pump)
Foreign's out, trunk
Made it out the hump (Hump)
Kris Kross, jump
Make a splash, don't play that's a fact (Fact)
She came through the front (Front)
We slid out the back (Back)
We slid out the back (Back)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Chain drip, that's a fact (Fact)
Game whip, that's a fact (Fact)
Play with me, that's a fact (Fact)
Ooh
Don't play that's a fact (Click, bam)
Hunnid thou', that's a fact (Fact)
You's a cow, that's a fact (Fact)
That's A Fact (Remix) lyrics - French Montana, Fivio Foreign & Mr. Swipey
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Who made this?)
(JB made this hahahaha)
[French Montana & Fivio Foreign:]
Hol' up, slide
Pull up, drive (Skrrt)
Whole point is a vibe
I just want the top (Top)
Diamonds, flash (Bling)
Drip, game, splash (Whip it)
Whip game nasty (Ugh)
Stick game, blast (Baow)
Spin around the block (Homie that's a fact)
Homie that's a fact (Fact, that's a fact)
Shotty, pump (Pump, that's a fact)
Foreign's out Trump (Box)
Made it out the hump (Hump, ayy)
Kris Kross, jump (Ayy)
Montega splash (Grrr), don't play that's a fact (Fact)
She came through the front (Front)
We slid out the back (Back)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Chain drippy, that's a fact (Fact)
Gang with me, that's a fact (Fact)
Play with me, that's a fact (Woo, lil' bitch)
Don't play that's a fact
Click, bow, that's a fact (Grrr, woo)
Hundred thou', that's a fact
You's a coward that's a fact (Uh)
[Fivio Foreign:]
That's a fact (That's a fact)
I find the addy, where he at, I do
Shoot 'em down, that's a nap (Grrr, baow, baow)
That's my brother, I'ma always have his back (I'ma always)
And that's a fact, that's a fact (Uh, lil' bitch, uh)
Nigga this New York City (Ayy)
I'm in the two-door [?] (Skrr)
Fivi (Fivi), Gucci (Gucci), Fendi (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, uh
And I'ma shoot it 'til it's empty ([?], baow)
(Yeah, I'ma shoot it 'til it's empty, ayy)
I'm more like the man (I'm more like the man)
If I see a opp, it's gon' fuck with my plan (Lil' bitch, grrr, baow)
Uh, all this money in my hand (Ayy)
Watch, fifty (Fifty), grand (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, [?], chain, chain, hunnid, hunnid bands (Baow, baow)
Uh, when I got litty I put on my mans (I did)
Uh, you just wouldn't understand (Lil' bitch), uh
We from the bottom of the sand (Uh, we from the bottom of the sand)
Uh, look
She do the Molly in the sand (She do the Molly in the sand, uh)
Ayy, lookin' for 'em, spinnin' (Spinnin')
Hop out (Hop out), get 'em (Ayy)
Park up (Park up), finish (Skrr)
And I'm with all of the gimmicks (I am)
Uh, [?] who did it
Yeah (Yeah), I know we did it
Uh
[French Montana:]
Gettin' sloppy
Spin around the block (Block)
Right hand up to God (God)
Will drag out the body (Body)
Curve, spin move
Too slim, candle
I'm market price, Menu
Into them lights send you (Send you)
Never kick it, boxer (Boxer)
Never take the box
Combination to the lock
Never operate with opps
Trappin' still
You cappin' phil (Facts)
Stack it like that rent due (Rent due)
Wrap it up like hindu (Facts)
Spin around the block
I want my piece, got that drop
Bitch don't tease, I want that top
You mini-me's, you not that hot
Maybach, black top
K's out, no laptop
Made it out the back block
Made it out the headshot (Baow, baow, baow)
[Mr. Swipey:]
Spin in the city, [?] with Diddy
We feds, now we kickin' the door
All this money, I ain't have it before
And all the spinnin', I ain't do it before (Yeah)
4-5, gotta tuck with my drawers
More clips, shit hittin' the floor
Cops come, we hittin' the door
Outside, we bangin' the door
I can [?] speed it, uh
'Member told you that I was a demon?
Gave the dick, now bitch start feinin' (Ayy)
Louboutins, so my shit stop bleedin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Spin it (Spin it), Billie (Billie), Jean it (Jean it)
You know it's goin' up now (Now)
Everybody start streamin' (Ayy, ayy, lil' bitch)
[French Montana:]
Hol' up, slide (Slide)
Pull up, drive (Skrrt)
Whole point is a vibe
I just want the top (Top)
Diamonds, flash (Bling)
Drip, game, splash (Whip it)
Whip game nasty (Ugh)
Stick game, blast
Spin around the block (Homie that's a fact)
Homie that's a fact (Fact)
Shotty, pump (Pump)
Foreign's out Trump (Box)
Made it out the hump (Hump)
Kris Kross, jump (Facts)
Montega splash, don't play that's a fact (Fact)
She came through the front (Front)
We slid out the back (Back)
Don't play, that's a fact (Fact)
Chain drippy, that's a fact (Fact)
Gang with me, that's a fact (Fact)
Play with me, that's a fact (Woo)
Don't play that's a fact
Click, bow, that's a fact (Ooh)
Hundred thou', that's a fact
You's a coward that's a fact (Fact)
Trouble lyrics - French Montana
I heard you were trouble and you heard I was trouble
But your name is a wave washin' over me
No games, just a slave to you totally
Cause I don't care what they say about you Virgo
(I don't care!)
And you don't care what they say about me Virgo
But you know what they say about trouble...
Pull me down if you want to and I hope that you want to
Cause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loud
You can show me where trouble goes
Tell me secrets only trouble knows
Cause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud
Went and got a hustle, put a muscle on it
Went and got a grip and put a muzzle on it
Nigga in that paint, I'm Bill Russell on it
Mulsanne with everything custom on it
Number one hits, got every bitch touching on him
Price of fame you lose your brain when you touch it, don't ya?
Nigga, all that change ain't changed me
Cause my body full of lean tryna stay sleep
I done came up that black hole
And I popped up in that black Rolls
BET awards, Versace black robe
Four heaters up nigga that's a hot stove
Illuminati for that new Bugatti
Self made, who they ask when they ain't got it
Ten-mill' shield for this holy war
Cash chills, you don't know, nigga
'll kill you for this brick of raw
I want you to know that I've got your back
Even when the whole foundation seems cracked
Two punk kids up against the world
Yeah trouble, there goes trouble
We could be king and queen of the moonlight
Two young lovers and when the mood's right
You'll hear me say I want you
To pull me down if you want to
Don't bring your chair over here, nigga
Can't get a seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table, nigga
They say you can stand dolo if you believe in something
Tell 'em: "fuck 'em all"
I'm riding dolo, knock the horse of your polo
Life's a bitch and your sister with manolo
When your right hand done changed on you
And got your left hand grippin' things on it (paow!)
Dope boy dreams, mansion and a lambo
And all you get is cases lawyers can't handle
His grandaddy got me candid channels
Clean them bullets, loading choppers, grippin' handles
Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella, duckin' Rockefeller law
Beats from Rico Love, or a hundred from a RICO law
And all the blessings couldn't stop a bullet
When they creep on him, ski mask, black hoodie
LaFontaine by the post office
Hit him in the brain for a closed coffin
For a grand my lil man blow his nose off him
Hundred hit him, paramedics ripping clothes off him
Pull me down if you want to and I hope that you want to
Cause I wanna be your man and I wanna say it loud
You can show me where trouble goes
Tell me secrets only trouble knows
Cause you wanna be my girl and you wanna say it loud
Tunnel Vision lyrics - French Montana (with Chinx Drugz)
Just like what I said
Baby my baby baby my baby my baby
Yeah, Montana
Francis
Drugz
You don't wanna fuck with me I let em go
Tunnel vision on the money I don't see the ho
I guess I am slow said he will always catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Some bitches still my niggas behind the wall
Tell em I ain't slowing down Nah no at all
I am on the edge till the Niggaz catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Fuckin star I am a astronaut
Baby gon grab a shot
Know I'm tryna slide like rap-alot
Blown back half a block
Trick id rather not
I am from the hood baby I ain't always had alot
And wake up in the morning
Than look up in the ceiling
Another day up in the jungle
On my way up to the million
Lightning up the cig than
Sippin on that lean
Nigga tryna make a killin
Homine nothin in between
Shawty dump me to the morning
Wake up and go to the church
Tryna wash away your sins I guess whatever work
Keep a hammer fucking time
These niggaz getting murkd
Coke Boys on the grind
From the first to the first
Montana
You don't wanna fuck with me I let em go
Tunnel vision on that money I don't see the ho
I guess I am slow said he will always catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Some bitches still my niggas's behind the wall
Tell em I ain't slowing down Nah no at all
I am on the edge till the Niggaz catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
That nigga head up to the sky
Feet on solid grizzale
Haters wont knock me
Off my sway swear I am too rizzale
Hall of Fame bizzale
Perstigious with this hustlin player
Hurry up and stop breathing do yourself the favor
Before I toss the shakers
I kiss em up to god
I know he don't condone don't gamble but this life is hard
See this life of ours
Cold nights of brawls
Whippin white in yalls
Twirling in the nicest cars
Nigga I'm fly than I ever been
Anyting that these niggaz confess to be i never been
All about my presidents
Ima set the prescints
Tell em made the flow
These rappers don't match these measurements
Nahh
Gram still over the stove mixing
I already come up in these coming I'm the most prolific
Chinx drugz get familiar with the name bitchez
When they think they figure me out
Thats when my lane switches
You don't wanna fuck with me I let em go
Tunnel visions on the money I don't see the ho
I guess I am slow said he will always catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Some bitches still my niggas's behind the wall
Tell em I ain't slowing down Nah no at all
I am on the edge till the Niggaz catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Two Times lyrics - French Montana
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Wait for it, wait for it, right
Wait for it, wait for it, skrr
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times
Used to dust 'em off and pass 'em to Chase
Fuck me like an animal, I buy you mase
We ain't work for that, nah we can't do that
Black rose in the concrete grew where the pavement at
Two hoes want my eyes, be like "where the payment at?"
Two hoes, three dice, we was shakin' that
It is what it is man, God rolled it
She gonna deep throat with her eyes open, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Talk about me and my bitch
Me and Cash in the Lamb', we got two chains
Came from the bottom like loose change
Jumpin' on these niggas, 23
She jabbin' on these suckers for her fee
They know the dope real on the real though
She got her legs open like field goal, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
I came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times
Dippin' through the corners, gotta stick and move
Catch me in that trap, watch me make a move
Blowin' hundreds like China back in [?]
Sunday I'm a live, Monday hell week
Back to back Wraiths, bitch the Holy Ghost
Blowin' smoke, sippin' Hen' till I overdose, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch
I'm a lie to the law, hand on the Bible
Straight fill the cash, clash me the title
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Besides the main bitch takin' everyone
I'm dippin' through the lane baby, and 1
Ciroc shots in the air
Don't be talkin' bout me or my bitch
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times
Unforgettable (J Hus & Jae5 Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Swae Lee)
[Swae Lee:]
It's not good enough for me
Since I've been with you, ooh (JAE5)
It's not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know)
[J Hus:]
I know you had enough for them other guys
They only came and fed you a bag of lies
Gyal you ain't gotta compromise
A real G, thought you would give me butterflies
I see yourself through your eyes
Pray for me, it's a war zone outside
I pull up, I pull up
You jump inside
I pull up, I pull up
You jump inside
[Swae Lee:]
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin' like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
[French Montana (J Hus):]
Feelin' like I'm fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin' shit you don't even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
'Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it
(Truth say I'm hood and fly)
Truth say your ex was a nonsense guy
I ain't perfect but man's just (try)
Look how quick this month went by
African man, Caribbean ting
Frying plantain, she call me plantain
Flying on a plane to release your senses
Who do you love? Who do you believe in?
[Swae Lee:]
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin' like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
[French Montana:]
You ain't enough for me
Too much for you alone
Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring 'em home
Know the jet's on me
I'ma curve my best for you, you know
So pick up that dress for me
Leave the rest on
[J Hus:]
I know you had enough for them other guys
They only came and fed you a bag of lies
Gyal you ain't gotta compromise
I see yourself through your eyes
Pray for me, it's a war zone outside
I pull up, I pull up
You jump inside
I pull up, I pull up
You jump inside
[Swae Lee:]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
Unforgettable (Latin Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Swae Lee & J Balvin)
[J Balvin:]
Worldwide, latinos
French Montana
J Balvin, man
Leggo'
Y yo no soy de enamorarme
Pero en verdad tú me hechizaste
Me viste, me envenenaste
Era tu plan, que hasta la botella pagaste
Yo lo siento, tú lo sientes
Un momento en tu memoria
Yo lo siento, tú lo sientes
Un momento en tu memoria
Pa' mi tú eres inolvidable
No he podido borrar tu olor
Lo siento cuando bailabas pa' mí
Seduciendome con tu body
La atracción de todo el party
Ahora imposible es olvidarte
Oh, olvidarme de ti después de como te entregaste
Dime donde estás tú porque no te puedo borrar
[French Montana:]
Feelin' like I'm fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin' shit you don't even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
'Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it
[J Balvin:]
Pa' mi tú eres inolvidable
No he podido borrar tu olor
[French Montana:]
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the 'cuzi
[Swae Lee:]
It's not good enough for me
Since I've been with you, ooh
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin' like GoGo, hey
([J Balvin:] Pa' mi tú eres inolvidable)
No he podido borrar tu olor
Lo siento cuando bailabas pa' mí
Seduciendome con tu body
La atracción de todo el party
Ahora imposible es olvidarte
Oh, olvidarme de ti después de como te entregaste
Dime donde estás tú porque no te puedo borrar
[French Montana:]
You ain't enough for me
Too much for you alone
Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring 'em home
Know the jet's on me
I'ma curve my best for you, you know
So pick up that dress for me
Leave the rest on
Too much convo for 24 hours
When you stand next to 24 karats
She left her man at home
She don't love him no more
I want your mind and your body
Don't mind nobody
So, you don't ever hurt nobody
Baby girl, work your body, work your body
[J Balvin:]
Pa' mi tú eres inolvidable
No he podido borrar tu olor
Oh, olvidarme de ti después de como te entregaste
Dime donde estás tú porque no te puedo borrar
Unforgettable (Mariah Carey Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Swae Lee & Mariah Carey)
[Mariah Carey:]
Ayy, woo
I just forget
It's not good enough for me
Since I've been with you, ooh (oh)
It's not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know, oh)
[Swae Lee & Mariah Carey:]
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
[Swae Lee:]
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin' like GoGo, ayy
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[French Montana:]
Feelin' like I'm fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin' shit you don't even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
'Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it
[Mariah Carey:]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
[Mariah Carey & French Montana:]
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the 'cuzi
[Mariah Carey:]
It's not good enough for me
Since I've been with you, ooh (oh)
It's not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know, oh)
[Swae Lee & Mariah Carey:]
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
[Mariah Carey:] I had enough convo for 24
[Swae Lee & Mariah Carey:] I peep'd you from across the room
[Swae Lee:]
Pretty little body, dancin' like GoGo, ayy
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[French Montana:]
You ain't enough for me
Too much for you alone
Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring 'em home
Know the jet's on me
I'ma curve my best for you, you know
So pick up that dress for me
Leave the rest on
[French Montana & Mariah Carey:] Too much convo for 24 hours
[French Montana:]
When you stand next to 24 karats
She left her man at home
[French Montana & Mariah Carey:]
She don't love him no more
I want your mind and your body
Don't mind nobody
So, you don't ever hurt nobody
[French Montana:] Baby girl, work your body, work your body
[Swae Lee:]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
[Mariah Carey:] I need, I need, oh
[French Montana:]
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the 'cuzi
Why not?
[Swae Lee:]
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[Mariah Carey:] Unforgettable
Unforgettable (Slushii Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Swae Lee)
[Swae Lee:]
It's not good enough for me
Since I've been with you, ooh
It's not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know)
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body dancin' like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[French Montana:]
Feelin' like I'm fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin' shit you don't even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
'Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it
[Swae Lee:]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
We Sip Grand Cru lyrics - French Montana (feat. Max B)
[Max B:]
We gon' throw it out just to fuck up they single {snickers}
Coke Wave version
Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
Ow baby
I got these Byrdgang bitches, they can't stand me
Jimmy mad that Chrissy touched it in Miami
All my flows top of the line, I need a Grammy
After my shows, all the hoes throw me they panties
Keep a semi-auto, it be coming in handy
Hol' on, hol' on
Lemme switch and get on Biggavell's shit
Hit the switch, niggaz try to kill me
While I was dosin' off and falling asleep
See this nigga he crawling on his knees
We ordered the V's, and boycotted Ballin' on the T's
Now he be tryna get the loot, but don't nobody listen to his shit
Bigga, he got a bigger dick
Yessur, ridin' like an expert, can't nobody fuck with' him
It's funny, hear his new miss is in love with' him
Homo, sit it on your promo
Oh no, nigga here come the po-po
"Hit it slow-mo" is what she telling me, "lemme feel every inch"
Baby was very tense
"Bigga, all we need is a 5th of Cru, get us in the mood"
He comin', better tell his niggaz to move
[French Montana:]
We pop champagne like Obama won the campaign
Do the damn thang
Lil mama, do your lip gloss thing
Deepthroat, till you start chokang
Sneak-niggaz get put in a coffin
Me and Max like Deniro and Rostine
Flow like water, Poland Spring
Watch them Coke Wave niggaz do the damn thing
Hol', hol' up Pac
Lemme switch to my macaroni with the cheese
Let's rock
French Monatana and Biggavelli
Got a black ski mask and a black skelly
I'll get 'em buried in a cemetary
Just make sure there's money in my commisary
Dem Coke Wave niggaz, they run the city
And stop asking me about the nigga Jimmy
You see them fuck-niggaz lookin' real scary
Running around town tryna black-ball me
Hahaha, how you gon' try to black-ball me
Fuck-nigga, think I don't know 'bout you
Puttin' them cars to Joey I.E.
Asylum and all them niggaz
Tellin' them niggaz don't give us no money
How the niggaz ain't gon' give us no money and you selling 16000
I sell that three days when I drop nigga
Max sell that when he drop first week nigga
How the fuck you try to black-ball us
You can't black-ball us
Go check that new Don Diva
You top seller?
Nigga I'm the top seller in the muthafuckin' country nigga
And I got my London boys, they'll tell you
I'll sell 16000 over there, and this beat was wack
We still bodied it
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout man
We run the city nigga
You ain't gon' give us them checks, we gon' take 'em
Fuck-ass niggaz
Owwwww
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