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

[Hook:]

Gettin money on my own pace

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin head in the freeway

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin money in a bag

Phone taps from the feds

Break'em down

Stack the bread

Tell me what you know

Hey now

Tell me what you know about it

[Verse 1:]

Red, Yellow, Blue diamonds

What ya know about it

My cross light cause frostbite

What ya know about it

Hundred thou' nigga

What ya know about it

And I ain't talkin bout a check

What ya know about it

Respect on the street

What ya know about it

Before you rapped on a beat

What ya know about it

You fuck niggas queer

And I know about it

The streets see it clear

And they know about it

Fuck rap I sell oz's

What ya know about it

I sell product for my soul

What ya know about it

GT Sport

What ya know about it

Engine Start when I talk

What ya know about it

[Hook:]

Gettin money on my own pace

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin head in the freeway

Tell me what you know about it

Puttin money in a bag

Phone taps from the feds

Break'em down

Stack the bread

Tell me what you know

Hey now

Tell me what you know about it

[Verse 2:]

Mixtapes/Videos

What ya know about it

I ain't need the radio

What ya know about it

Back against the wall

What ya know about it

And I came back with more

What ya know about it

Keep this work

What ya know about it

Nigga we everywhere

You just heard about it

Get knocked

Don't say a word about it

Seen the realest niggas fold

What ya know about it

Bitches lined up at the shows

What ya know about it

Head blow ya out ya clothes

What ya know about it

I took over the streets

What ya know about it

I grind No sleep

What ya know about it

[Hook:]

Gettin money on my own pace

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin head in the freeway

Tell me what you know about it

Gettin money in a bag

Phone taps from the feds

Break'em down

Stack the bread

Tell me what you know

Hey now

Tell me what you know about it

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

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

I ain't worried 'bout none of these niggas

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

Nigga, ain't painting no picture

Nigga, I was born and raised with them killers

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

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

Got me touching fifty states like Greyhound

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

Shit's sick when you living in the moment

Shit is even sicker on eight hundred, my growth

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

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

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

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

Tryna stay cumming and you niggas made woman

It was real simple, she was waiting on me

Real hood nigga, I move me

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

The game on point like that small red bean

And the money is the only thing about me green

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

This a movie like The Drive In

Where is money? That's where you find him

Got some real street niggas tryna chime in

One call could pull strings like a violin

Chase red Maserati with the two tone

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

Been trill, been a thug since the group home

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

Yeah, that's when the envy start

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

Rock around and watch like you soon to depart

I got pitched outta hit when the enemy bark

Yeah, these other bitches can't get over him

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

She don't let another soul get close to him

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

If you ain't eating at the table then

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

Niggas told you eight but the quote is ten

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

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

From the jet, to the crib, to the drop

Know you heard, know you heard

Know you heard, know you heard

I ain't worried 'bout it

I Like Girls (Freestyle) lyrics - French Montana

My birthday girls

Big booty girls

I like girls

That like other girls

I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like me

She dancing on her she dancin on me

It feel so good I buy another drink

Cuz I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like meh

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

Bottles of patron baby go n take a shot o that

Gucci LV Prada that

Know I'm new peek too freaks follow that

Winters in the south Summers in the east

And the mansion paid for Condo on the lease

Yous gon blast Shawty on ayh

You know I'm tryna bounce like a ball pass

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

You know I slur with the words got the bird flu

And the four door panaromic

Bad boy Michael Air

Montana

My birthday girls

Big booty girls

I like girls

That like other girls

I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like me

She dancing on her she dancin on me

it feel so good I buy another drink

Cuz I like girls that like other girls

I like girls and they all like meh

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

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

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

[French Montana:]

Got the proposition, with no pot to piss in

We the hardest out, there ain't no competition

And I be's the jungle fever

Get the heart cheaper, lower than a dark caesar

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

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

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

Jewellery 3 below, niggas get bureau

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

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

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

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

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh

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

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

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

Taking pictures with my campaign stuntin,

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

I'm the flyest in my course

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

Jessica Bunay you should fear

No wear near tied but had a good year

If bitches still choosing niggas hating on me

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

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

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

[Nipsey Hu$$le:]

Slim type of nigga they know not to push

Plus I got them type of choppers leave Osama shook

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

More bitches open up their legs so I octopus

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

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

Wiz drives in, Big drives in

Bitch times 10, like fuck who out the fam

We just do us, you just copy them

2 Xs 1 L we the top 10

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

Unless the critics say that type of shit they getting paid

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

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

[Big Sean:]

I just, I just want the money and the power

And I get em both 10 000 miles an hour

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

Fuck your lil section bitch I want the entire

My nigga Wiz roll up like cripple respect

Man I bet you call big when I'm little

And she goin call me big when wiggle

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

Biiitch, your whole life is fictional

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

Smokin medical marijuana, my shit's medicinal

I love it, love it, love it

Bitch I love it unconditional

[Hook:]

Roll up a blunt

I got what you need

Bitches they love it, bitches they love it

Roll up the weed

Everything is on the house fucking with me

And the money call nigga I'm on it

Nigga I'm from the streets

Bitch fuck [?]

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

I Think I Luv Her lyrics - French Montana

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

[Verse 1]

She's a money train, we be runnin thangs

Shorty down to ride, trust her with a hundred thangs

If ya money gone, go wit it

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

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

Homie everytime she call I know she talkin bout that fetti

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

Bout 30 on my wrist, and my neck 150

Coupe stupid low, and I be stupid high

Cup full of yack lean, call me super fly

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

Hello, I'm ballin like Melo

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2]

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

Hello, I'm ballin like Melo

Shorty from the ghetto

Nigga don't be stupid

Pull them things out, have it lookin like a movie

Me and my bitch

I'm talking Mackavelli

Hustlin I was skinny, now got that money belly

Hit that money celly

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

Rollin up the purp

I do stupid shows, I got stupid gwop

I got stupid hoes and shes my bottom twat

I got a stupid knot, you know we stupid hot

A hundred thou lick, that's a stupid drop

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

I'm So Special lyrics - French Montana

(I'm so) Montana (I'm so)

Cocaine (I'm so) uh

We bid in the game, once again

I'm so special, Oooh

You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time

Montana (Montana) Oooh

You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time

Oooh

Big 4-4, no safety

You'll collapse like JoJo, K-Ci

And my ice like lights from AC

Homie I'm hot like a drop, no AC

They wanna freestyle, I'm tryna stay free

And my crew, all blue like Grape Street

From 8 blocks, I take shots, HD

I'll blast, you'll dash like Stacey

But look ock, I can't stop, I'm waist-deep

Fuck crossin' over, I'm a stay street

Nigga I'm good, I been what the hood made me

I got guns, 7 inches to 8 feet

You ain't Pac, you ain't Fif', you ain't Jay-Z

You ain't Yay', you ain't French, you ain't wavy

For my coke boys, shoot a nigga face off

In the bookings, can make me take my lace off

And my belt, and the voucher for my cake, boss

You know I'm on top of beef like steak sauce

A1, since day one, I caked off

Still slang that 'caine and that haze dog

It's a new religion, my jeans, True Religion

Homie scramble with notes, I'm New Edition

Got that hefty garbage bread

I'm in the backseat gettin' that Harvard head

Aiyy, swaggalicious, with' a bag of bitches

This food for thought, and they got the dishes

They gon' clean the pots, the coke residue

This that crack cocaine for you to listen to

We bid in the game, once again

I'm so special, Oooh

You know we luv ya luv ya luv ya long time

If I Go Down lyrics - French Montana

(from "National Champions" soundtrack)

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

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

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

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

Don't let me fall for nothin'

What is your price? (Woo)

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

Piece of the pie (Hey, hmm)

Somethin' foreign to drive (Skrr)

What would you put on the line? (Yeah)

They say they can guarantee

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

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

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

Let us pray (Yeah)

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

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

The pressure they tried to put on me was never enough

Momma was right when she called me a sun of gun

So you better duck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't let me fall for nothin'

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

What kind of man will you be?

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

I hope that you like what you see

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

Bright lights, crowd cheerin' your name

The house with the gate (Hey)

The money and accolades

Will all be obtained in vain

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

Will you still have the drive like a chauffeur?

Dig yourself out the grave that you made for yourself

Without any help (Help)

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

Regardless the pain that you felt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't let me fall for nothin'

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

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

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

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

Julius Caesar lyrics - French Montana

[Intro:]

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

If you don't know now you know

[Bridge:]

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

[Verse 1:]

Smoking on that granddaddy like it's legal

We talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

Shawty hold it down, nigga she's a keeper

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Came up out the block tryna make a dollar

Then I bought the drop, gave a bitch a dollar

Dirty money, all my niggas stackin piles

Fully quipin wheels and my gang got em

Talk about that bread, should make a move

Jerk it to the end, to the roof

Young nigga ballin, man I done told er

Servin them the coke, without the coke

Getting money, blowin money, rich & poor

Gator shit like I play for Florida

I done cleared about 10 mill

And my chain about 10 deals

Drink lean, smoking marijuana

World Cup FIFA, watching Maradona

[Hook:]

We talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

[Verse 2:]

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

Just a duffle bag with a lot of O's

All my niggas make moves, all them bitches be choosing

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

They get it fresh up out the border

I might cook it on a yacht on the border

Bad bitches getting high beside the border

Shawty need a sponser, tell her I owe her

Me and Marley Marl next night

Lost 200 on the same body

Take two of these and take a flight

Fuck a photo shoot, we do this every night

[Hook:]

We talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

Talk 100 cars, nigga Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar

On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar

LA Leakers Freestyle #124 lyrics - French Montana

Ain't no friends in this industry

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

Orchestrate the official like Quincy Jones

Big choppa spittin' like Krayzie Bone

Hustle on the thousand, made to pay my home

David and Galala, neck full of million stones

I have fiends shootin' dope like the vaccine

Word to Quavo, even Saweetie had to tap in

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

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

You know we ain't stoppin'

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

Sendin' shooters back in dresses, who you finnesin?

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

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

And you appreciate 'em all when you know the struggle

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

Sporty V, with a pigeon like sporty thieves

Yeah, I talk and live it

Yeah, I had to hit it

Even though she got five kids, her stomach nitted

Back when Gucci charged me 5K for a verse

I asked for my money back and still used the verse

Burn bridges, river full of boats

G5 through the clouds full of smoke

That was early fame

Coupe sporty, young Barry Gordy

A young prince, cup full of purple rain

I spin blocks, slide on beats

Abu Dhabi, Dubai, I'm Montana The Sheik

But just imagine how crazy I had to be

I was dreaming out of Africa

That's like breaking out of Alcatraz at Attica

And I been humble for a decade

While your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays

They ain't last four years straight

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

Brothers in the industry

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

A fact

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

Justin Credible, you heard?

Heavy on the South-Bronx, you heard?

Slang wait, keep the 8th by the bed

Best way to hold a snake is by the head

You gonna see the devil when you make your first million

Make sure your brain stronger than your feelings

Social media made niggas forget they're rappers

They Martin now

Graduated, all cap and gown

Your favorite rapper green-digging like the red

Nowadays it be Corona like being the feds

If you die rich, you lost someone that died broke

Camouflage

Hammer with the entourage

First millionaire, I'm a family tree

You gotta respect it

AO's, reality check it, uhh

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

It be the plug till they pull the plug on you

Up the ladder of sucessfull text will build and destroy

Still shining

Still grinding

Life Worth Living lyrics - BLEU & French Montana

[French Montana:]

You know what it is

When you hear that "Haan"

Blew it up (Montana)

Uh

G's up, hoes down

Bitch can't swim, she gon' drown

From the bottom. that nigga you know now

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

[BLEU:]

Before I go to sleep, I pray for a billion

These bad bitches sure make life worth livin'

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin'

They say they wanna kill him but it's cap

They say he really livin' what he rap

Really livin' what he rap, uh

Really livin' what he rap (Real)

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

This fuckin' money sure make life worth livin'

I'm done bein' humble

That bank account showin' extraordinary numbers

Comma, comma, comma, buildin' million dollar entities

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

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

Niggas that I played with in park ball little leagues

Shit gettin' weird, nigga blowin' up suddenly

Got it in the Louie bag, only for emergencies

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

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

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

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

I got niggas handle my shit out of the courts now

Kickin' your door down, them lawsuits easy to file

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

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

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

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

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

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

Really livin' what he rap, uh

Really livin' what he rap (Real)

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

This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin'

[French Montana:]

(Montana)

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

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

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

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

And if that head good, pay the car note

My front yard like Rozay car show (Haan)

Shorty bad, she wanna be the BM

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

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

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

But then again, all glory to God

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

G's up, hoes down

Bitch can't swim, she gon' drown

From the bottom. that nigga you know now

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

[BLEU:]

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

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

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

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

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

Really livin' what he rap, uh

Really livin' what he rap (Real)

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

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

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

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

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

[DJ Khaled & Jeezy:]

This the remix

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

Clue, what's happenin'?

Woo, woo

Remix

[Kodak Black & French Montana (Jeezy):]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bite down, bite down

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

[Jeezy:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That Draco in the drop top, screamin' free Kodak

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

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

[Kodak Black and French Montana:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Bite down, bite down

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

[Rick Ross:]

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

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

Real estate for the seize, Bo Jackson in his prime

Chi line with the heat, Jordan, number 9s

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

Nicki watchin' me and Meek shootin' with 3 dice

Helicopter pads, Ferarris with 3 pipes

Gaston called for the models, party for 3 nights

Bottles and Corvettes, importin' at cheap price

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

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

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

[Kodak Black & French Montana:]

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

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

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

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

(Skrrr, skrrr)

All about the mula

Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool off

I know a nigga blessed, pray to God

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

Eyes bowleg, lookin' crooked in the face

She keep lookin' in her drink

Probably think the liquor laced

Nah bitch, I'm 1K

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

Bitin' down, 'bout to rip my tongue off

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

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

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

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

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

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

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Bite down, bite down

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

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

[French Montana:]

My nigga on the road

You never told me, Montana!

[Kodak Black & French Montana:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Bite down, bite down

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

[Gucci Mane:]

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

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

Troll blows and truck stops, bow loaded and bow walk

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

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

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

I feel the feds like patrol cars

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

I had a snitch in the trunk like he Rae Carruth

My ex chick drove a Acura

My plug drove a Maxima

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

I blow white like my Audemar

And the jaws keep locking cause she only keep sucking superstars

(GUCCI!)

[Kodak Black & French Montana:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Slide in the Cutlass and you know I paint it candy

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

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

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

Pull up to the back, black zac

Chief rockin'

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

Ran off on the plug about forty times

Forty niggas strapped, we the 49ers

Bite downnnn, Karlton Hines

Got two twin bitches doing 69

Jump off to the mula and you know that

50 chains on, diamonds flashing like Kodak

I remember toting.38, now I got a semi

Could have been, had a baby K

But I wasn't ready

Shawty say she like my Larry Pack

Thought I went to Kelly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin'

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Bite down, bite down

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

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Bite down, bite down

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

Ay, ay ay ay

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

What’s Gucci my nigga?

What’s Louis my killa?

I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

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

At your head my nigga

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

Go ahead young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

[Rick Ross:]

I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

In the trap still countin’ change

Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

On the choppa rant

On the choppa rant

[French Montana:]

Still-a in that trap getting guap

Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba

I be rap-rapping that block

We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka

Beside this shit, sold the choppa

Coulda been San Quentin on lock

But I two’d up that ghost

I stack two flows that loaf

I be floor seats by that coach

I be fight seats by that rope

Lately so sick I could vomit

Gin with no tonic

Cheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonest

But I’m just a product of my environment

[French Montana:]

Young nigga, young nigga

Pop pills, make mills young nigga

Got wrist, stay trill young nigga

Still talking that, still young nigga

And I ain’t ever lose the change

And shawty head stupid man

[Rick Ross:]

I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

In the trap still countin’ change

Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

On the choppa rant

On the choppa rant

[Lil Wayne:]

Get down or lay down

Shoot everything up but a school or a playground

Run shit like a Greyhound

I’m in here, now who let the Devil in?

I ain’t been taking my medicine

My trigger finger ain’t never been hesitant

I am your ruler, no measurements

You know I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, at your head my nigga

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

I’m all papers, I heart paper, no sharp paper, better get the point

‘Cause I’m point-shaven with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable

Too street smart, I’m a geek, I put my niggas on they feet

So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleep

I can’t see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man

Where you going? I’m ‘bout to go Tunechi man

[Rick Ross:]

I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

In the trap still countin’ change

Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane

On the choppa rant

On the choppa rant

I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

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

At your head my nigga

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

Go ahead young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

Me & U lyrics - French Montana

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Primness always grindin never winein crush the grape up,

Toastin by the ocean down to drink up,

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

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

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

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

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

Sippin on that purple drinkin rollin up dat dowa,

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

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

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

Shorty gave me brain she graduated outa howard,

I'm countin every second money comin every hour,

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

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

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

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Me and you,

Yo momma and yo cousin too,

Rollin down the strip on 4's,

Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Morocco lyrics - French Montana

Ahlan wa sahlan, Marhaba

Morocco

Aywa, yallah yallah

Yallah Yallah, ooh

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Wallah

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Wa bss7a w salama, wa rebbi ykoun m3ana

Wa l'monde l'monde

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

Han

Awili (Haha)

Yallah zeghrti zeghrti (yallah, yallah)

A wllahta chewwehtina (Brr)

Yallah Yallah, ooh

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Yallah Yallah

Wallah ya habibi

Wallah

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Wallah ya habibi

Let's go, habibi

Aywa

Wallahi

Aywa aywa

A tta nod chte7, wa nodi chet7i

A chte7, Han

(Brrr-a)

Dirou nniya, dirou nniya

French Montana other songs:

 

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

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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]