All For You (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Lana Del Rey, Wale & 2 Chainz)

[Lana Del Rey:]

You, it's you it's all for you

Everything I do, I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tell me all the things you wanna do

I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

[French Montana:]

Made it lost it came back flipped it

Always faded, lifted

Hit that corner whipped

Hit the dealer, whipped it

Always on it, mind your business

I'm always high, the sky ain't the limit

Ball like Melo, cars all tinted

Chain black and yellow, Pittsburgh Steelers

Sport it knocked it tossed it flipped it

Took my flow and switched it, took my dough invested

Your whole life is scripted

All we do is party, drinkin', molly raggin', shawty raggin'

Money come retarted huh, press the button start it up

Tryna be a dope boy ridin' with a coke boy

Strap with the low boy 50 for a show boy

Niggas made it rain I made I it snow boy

Started with a dollar and a hope boy

Now a nigga hot got millions in the bank

Crib on the water spend a milly on the tank

Montana piece look silly on the link

Montana and Wiz spend millys on the dank

[Lana Del Rey:]

You, it's you it's all for you

Everything I do, I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tell me all the things you wanna do

I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Smoking weed in my expensive car

I'm ridin' high I'm flyin' high

Told you niggas say the shit you want

So don't even take the chance or try to try my guy

Designer sayin' supplies gettin' low

Weed man say it's kinda dry

Potty mouth, rockstar, at the top and still tryna climb

Drop the top sit back recline

Hundred-K that's just the ride

Fifty-K that's just the chain

Thirty-K that's just the time

Tour came that's just in time

That's more racks, that's more racks

Private plane you know that's flyin'

I'm boardin' that I'm boardin' that

Rollin' up smoke, boy ridin' with the coke boy

Smoking on strong pack hit it when choke boy

When I'm on the road bottles like dope boy

When the police come, I don't really know boy

Half a pound in seven days that's smokin'

If you ain't bout your family or getting bread you jokin'

[Lana Del Rey:]

You, it's you it's all for you

Everything I do, I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tell me all the things you wanna do

I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

[MGK:]

Yeah! Take it to my world!

In my hood

When the summer time came all the dope boys made it snowstorm I remember being so broke, I was rockin' Chucks in a snowstorm checks didn't go long I was painting picture what I was getting to make it connect like Voltron

Pay rent, get food, Cover Drug Sacks, So forth and so on

Get a jacket to throw on

Then I hit the streets and live do it big like tom hanks

In a grown man's world is a brave make kid

Yeah then we all steer

Out of the gutter into a cloud we made our crib

Me, French and Wiz, blowing the the whole zig

Tryin to show the hood how to whip this Benz

Tryin to show but the world never showed us

Livin' in a world where our parents never showed up

And the snowstorm got rid of my jackets and made a cold cut, over most of these mother tryna live like Oprah

Kids round here tryna live like Hova

Pushin a row of off coke With the butterfly Effect on the door they just flow up

[Snoop Dogg:]

Pick up the pace, turn up the bass

I'm singing this right in your face

I made the call forgive me

Cause I did this all for you

So whether you do or whether you don't

This gon' bang and this gon' bump

Hit your J or split your blunt

DPG then we turned up

Blue bandana, French Montana

All around the world first class

VIP, bubble bath

Touchdown, two points

Wide reciever Khalifa bless me with two joints

They told big Dogg, he gotta get up on this hit dog

Turn it up let me hear the beat for a second

Have a few puffs then I breathe on the record

Then we go like merri-go, round and round

This right here is for the underground

I wonder how, I break it down for you

[Lana Del Rey:]

You, it's you it's all for you

Everything I do, I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tell me all the things you wanna do

I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

Antidote (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro - French Montana:]

Montana, Breezy, you know what it is when you hear that haa

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]

Don't you open up that window

Chrome 45. with that extendo

Off that batch of molly, pussy, all we know

In that Lamborghini, how fast does your Rarri go?

All my niggas tripping, you might catch a body flow

She pussy popping I'm a tip her, that's the way I roll

Told me thots are crazy, told her I've been here before

Her man came home and now I'm creeping out that window

I ain't with that bling it's a sneak in, she just wanna twerk it on a weekend

I'm fucking with a bad Puerto Rican, pussy so wet, my dick a ten like the deep end

We in Las Vegas so you know we never sleeping

100 bottles and you know how slump my weed is

[Verse 2 - French Montana:]

Go to live LIV on Sunday

Wake up and go to court on Monday

I just met an actress this week

She came through the crib with six freaks

I've been trapping since fifteen

Talking back when bricks was fifteen

Don't you open up that window

I don't chase bitches, I just pimp hoes

Talking bout that brown bag is all we know

Hollywood bitches always wanna smoke

I just made 3 mil this week

In the streets, Montana hotter than fish grease

All the bitches in my face, paparazzis taking pictures

That's that Californiacation, I just need my medication

Talking reggie for the patiences, sipping yellow, purple, Lakers

Got green and blue faces, talking crib, 50 acres, ooh

Call up your bitches, come fuck with the squad

All of my niggas, we roll like the mob

Tell em broke niggas don't get on ya job

Bitch wanna pillow talk, working a job

Hit up Miami, woke up in Atlanta

Hop out the Porshe and I jump the Phantom

Hop off your bitch and I pose for the camera

You niggas can't stand us

She up and let us through that window

Clip bottles long as a Lambo

I'm talking brown bags is all we now

Them Hollywood bitches wanna smoke

Bad Bitch lyrics - French Montana (feat. Jeremih)

[Hook - Jeremih:]

Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch

You know who to call when you need it

Wish I had another you, I'm greedy

Sometimes like that nigga get greedy

Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch

You know that every time you leave me

Even though I know how men be talkin'

I just know that nigga wanna be me

Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch

Back then she ain't have shit

Now she grown up, she got ass, tits

Wanna know where she got that ass at

She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it

She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it

Don't mind spendin' this loot on it

Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her

[Verse 1 - French Montana:]

Got a dump truck, put a boot on her

I don't mind trickin', spendin' loot on her

Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her

She's a bad bitch, put shoes on her

God damn, fell in love with a bad bitch

Said, "French, take me to Paris"

Dominican mami from Cali

I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me grab it"

I said, "Gon' bend it over, make it nasty"

Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses

I ain't lookin' at you niggas, lookin' way past you

Young, fly, G's up, pocket full of cash

You know where to find me, you know when you need me

All my dogs eat, they'll tell you I ain't greedy

I ain't gon' love her, too much to leave her

I ain't goin' public, surely is easy

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - French Montana (Jeremih):]

Pull up with my niggas, make a move

Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci

Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that

Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that

Drink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy

Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new shit

Red to the head, man we gettin' all that

And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back

And I can see why these niggas hate me

Pull up in a drop and the watch 80

Pull up to the front but a nigga faded

Got a new crib and the shit gated

Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out

Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out

Countin' up this money, nigga, keep the door locked

All my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie

[Hook]

Been To War lyrics - Godfather Of Harlem Cast

(performed by Swizz Beatz, DMX & French Montana)

(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 2" soundtrack)

[Swizz Beatz:]

Ha

Woo

I done been to Hell (You heard?)

I done been to Hell

I done been to Hell

You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell

I done been to jail

I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell

I done sold the drugs

I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs

We don't really care

You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow

[DMX:]

I'ma march to the beat, I'm my own drummer

Let's get it on baby, we can go to war all Summer

I done been to jail, I done did numbers (Yeah)

I done been to Hell, I done been under (What?)

Difference between a boss and a runner

Whatever you thinkin', no way, uh-huh, I'm doin' what you wanna

Playin' the game in the off-season, niggas need to stop it (Please)

You gon' fuck around and end up, rolled up in a carpet (Come on)

Every time your man pull up with a car, Teddy get in

Don't do it, you think you chasin' but I'm just leadin' you to a dead end

Luck stops here, you motherfucker tweakin' too, that's buckshot you hear, fuck outta here

[Swizz Beatz:]

I done been to Hell

You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell

I done been to jail

I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell

I done sold the drugs

I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs

We don't really care

You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow

[French Montana:]

Ayy, I been to Hell and back (Back)

Now crack the ceiling back (Back)

Even if he told on me, I ain't tellin' back (Back)

You shootin' or you smokin'? (Smoke)

I'm servin' in the open (Open)

Fire on close range, my [?] gon' scope him (Bah-bah, bah, bah-bah)

Catch me if you can (Can), plan B ain't a plan (Plan)

Shootin' like that old one Marcus with the cane (Bah)

Can't be, servin' dog food and the candy (Yeah)

Shorty jerk me off like The Weeknd at the GRAMMY's (Ha)

Feds tryna get me like Rondo

Had the block jumpin' like Vince when he played for Toronto (Woo)

ZZ Buckets, see me cuffin' (Cuffin')

Every piece of jewelry is 3D bussin' (Bling)

Yellow French, yeah, with The Godfather trilogy

Best gift from France is the Statue of Liberty (Montana)

[Swizz Beatz:]

Catch, catch, catch

Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca, catch me if you can, nigga

I done been to Hell

You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell

I done been to jail

I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell

I done sold the drugs

I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs

We don't really care

You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow

Catch, catch, catch

Catch me if you can

Catch, catch, catch

Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca, catch me if you can, nigga

I done been to Hell, woo, ooh

I done been to jail, ah

We gon' all burn

Black And White lyrics - French Montana (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Chinx Drugz)

Droppin g dropping g

We on that white liquor

Who's Happenin

Squad

Flocka!

White watch

White liquor

Black and white girl

Which one to pick bro

It's a perfect picture

Stop pose

It's a perfect picture

Fuck it

Stop pose

[French Montana]

Make the bigggest move

Top down we coupin

12 ladies we choosin

12 bentleys cruisin

Grind time we movin

Tell flocka to scoop it

I'm bout the baggage claim

That package came

Diamonds on my Automar

White tee with them polo shorts

Wrist about a house or two

Imagine what that house cost

Uno dos loco money took that money cut that short

Talk about that CHU CHU money

Fuck niggas know who to cross

Blown hella steam

Wavy like submarine

Shorty give me headand wipe me off now I'm coming clean

Cutty shorty stop that crime

Drink that liq she drink that wine

Hit that once don't call that mine

Talk that money don't call my line

[Waka Flocka Flame]

Bali

25s sold

Seen a million fuss

25s sold Ive seen a million plus

I'm like what the fuck is this

Stress cuss

Grab my knee medicine

Stress cuss

My partner said hes mamas lights got cut off

Whats he 6 months behind red

What the fuck

These niggas second-guessing me

I know the fucking recipe

Ballin fuck a refree

Hungry like a refugee

Bricksquad Monopoly

[Chinx Drungz]

Bitches dig me when I ride

Nigga feeling tipsy got that reMy on my mind

Drop that top and that breezy

All that fly shit we'z it

Competition slacking and in the back we got that Weezy

Came up in the game

Stumbled on some chain

Coke-Boys that Bricksquad see that every Hill the same

Stylin on these bitches see how I'm postin

My pimpin go Coastal

Money long match the numbers in my social

7-60 twirling

Liquor got me early

Never hit that party unless they let me sneak my girl in

We'z all about it

Top off the coupe I'm tryna crawl up out of it

Coke-Boy nigga tell you're girl about it

Burry Me A G lyrics - French Montana (feat. Dame Grease)

Whoo... Kid!

Ah, man, turn my - turn my mic up, man

Doo, doo doo, doo doo

Doo, doo doo, doo doo

Told 'em niggas, man

We like, something like Vivian Green, man (Green)

Like, going through emotional roller coaster, man

This that blues music, you know? (Blues)

French Montana

Told 'em niggas we weren't compatible, man

Third World, cocaine

Let's get into it, uh

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

Uh, you could know enough, but never know it all

When it come to game, nigga, I done heard it all

Shorty said she ain't fucking on the first night

So I made a U-turn on the first right

You gotta get it wrong just to get it right

And you gotta pay the cost just to be the boss

Bring her home and live for the moment

And never go broke alone, that's the street omen

Same shit, different smell, different toilet

And niggas live, but never tell the same story

Very special, CI, Dutches

Weed, four hour stay on me

Got me squatting like a nigga on the

Back shots, nigga, it's the M-O-B

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

I ain't got time for the game playing

Sipping the cru, we keep it close and let the MAC spray

And niggas get dough, we never mind what the cops say

Keeping it G from NY to LA

Nigga, it's me, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame

Aw, the homie Snoop be call me Dame Dame

I love it when lil mama give me brain, she's a genius

In the back seat of the Range, oh, Jesus

Making toes curl, she's a very naughty girl

She's a very fuzzy chick, she can make you spin and grip

And she don't got no time for the games, it's a business

Call the street business, but she's independent

Turning tricks around the clock, lawyers, doctors and cops

The only thing she ask the Lord for the love, it's hot, aw

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

I ain't got time for bitches

I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

Even if I die, bury me a G

I'd rather be rich in jail, home and then broke free

Elephants, I like elephants

Elephants, I like elephants

I like how they swing through trees

Elephants...

No!

What?

Call Me Human lyrics - Skip Marley & French Montana

(from "Godfather Of Harlem" soundtrack)

[Skip Marley:]

Blow up resistance

Go up in flames

Ain't 'bout religion (No, no)

Just born and raised

I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread

Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat

You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger

I am the realest, my love, so follow me

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

I don't believe you, I don't believe this

Call us illegal, while taking our freedom

I'm more than human, but they call it treason

Them trafficking us, but somehow we're breathing

[Skip Marley (French Montana):]

Calling us killers (Yo)

Are waking sense

They pull the trigger (No, no)

And they are to blame ('Till I wonder how we gon' shine)

I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread (Yeah)

Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat

You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger

I am the realest, my love, so follow me (My turn, hol' up)

[Skip Marley:]

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

[French Montana:]

We're the realest (Yeah), no gimmicks (Yeah)

Oh God, I hope He see the good and bad for these villains (Ah)

Start to finish (Yeah), no cut

Raw, y'all, never scared to even start this war

Have mercy, daylight

In the cage, if you don't bite the snake, he gon' still bite ya (Ah)

And no [?] is gon' shelter you from freedom

Especially if that corner breeds ya (Breeds you)

Keep the grass cut, for the cobras and the vermin

Me and my dogs like Joyner and Scottie, tryna stay scot free

And if their head right you outrun the red light

Talkin' Jill Scott, [?], check your tail numbers

Never tell, talkin' [?] (Yeah)

Or that one in the attic

I told 'em: "One day the underdog gon' shine"

Montana gotta have it, still climbin' up the ladder

Automatic

[Skip Marley:]

I'm loaded up in honor, rise up mighty dread

Fighting for my honor, not on an empty threat

You're gonna feel this, my love, feel this danger

I am the realest, my love, so follow me

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

Ram-bam-ba-dam-bam-deh

I don't believe you, I don't believe this

Call us illegal, while taking our freedom

I'm more than human, but they call it treason

Them trafficking us, but somehow we're breathing

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm more than human

Can't Feel My Face lyrics - French Montana (with Diddy)

Yeah

Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E

Aw yeah

[Diddy:]

Cocaine on the table, I wasn't always able

I watch these nigs get rich all in these fuckin' fables

They like to cook the numbers, we don't cook the numbers

We just want the summer, you can have that woman

These niggas really out here trippin' mane

I can't feel my face

I can't feel my face

[French Montana:]

I was whippin' on the stove and watchin' [?] cake

I was whippin' on two pots like I was losin' face

I was diggin' through the crates like, [?]

Have a shootout on that corner, right by Larry Davis

Shoutout the G, we roll ourselves, you block, them boys who's dangerous

Got me mixin' pills and liquor, I can't feel my face

Shoutout sugar, lush, marvin, make the hood famous

Gangsta, what your name is?

Gangsta, what your name is?

[Diddy:]

These niggas really out here trippin' mane

I can't feel my face

I can't feel my face

[French Montana:]

Lord, thank you for all the aspiration you gave us. You tell, tell Buddha, he say for every day you wake up, you're born again. Sometimes, I gotta, I have you act like you sometimes. You know this. You act like I don't see nothin'. You know, I act like I'm just numb to the, to the pain 'cause I'm bleedin' on the inside. That's why I do the things I do

Choppa Choppa Down (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: x4]

Bounce, Bounce

[Chorus:]

Choppa choppa down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

[Rick Ross:]

I call my chopper my whopper

You get it just like you want it

Get in bed with a gangster fuckin over petty opponents

I knee deep in the game, I done perfected my moves

I'm still moving them thangs chillin' perfection Zeus

These niggas like when I walk

God forgives, and I don't

For this money I'm chasin' I put yo ass in my trunk

So fuck these Hip Hop sites

My dawgs rich off white

My jewels drip like Ice

Now suck my dick all night

[Chorus:]

Choppa choppa down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

[French Montana:]

Shots be flying, niggas die, don't make a sound

Cold.44 in slow mo' when your body hit the ground, ground

Nigga look around, got shooters got guns got bitches got white

Motherfucker we run the town, when them shots be flying

Niggas diving dyin, running trying to hit the ground

Security need security when them shots be flying around

Cocaine music, not stopping that

We juiced with jewels I'm project pat?

I got the streets niggas, fine with that

Chasing that money never stopping that

With a big ass chopper, cocaine mafia

Lay a nigga down if a nigga try to stop it

Choppa break it dowm, I fix a nigga proper

Low to the ground in a roof no top

King of the street, I ain't never go stop

Niggas ask around "when the shit gonna drop? "

Nigga so hot, jewels so cold

Still let a choppa choppa down!

[Chorus:]

Choppa choppa down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Smoking while I'm raping, yea, hahaha

Means I'm higher than you

Rep this gang bitch, I'm a roll this plane bitch

You talking anguish but money that's my language

New car, new hoe, even got a new main bitch

Can't call, new phone, but I'm still on that same shit

Bossin' 'cause I came into this game without a boss

Umm and I'm eating good so I just gotta floss

And and and I spent your advance just on my Audemar

I'm here today then I'm gone tomorrow

Can't find a pound 'cause I bought em and break em down

[Chorus:]

Choppa choppa down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

Choppa choppa break it down

I lay that nigga down

I lay that nigga down

Don't Panic lyrics - French Montana

Don't panic, nigga don't panic

Don't panic, nigga don't panic

[Hook:]

Shawty fell in love with a hustler

Man I took her from a buster

Niggas keep talkin' like they know something

I slide on your bitch like she on something

Don't panic, don't panic

We just getting started nigga don't panic

Real niggas getting cake

Watch the fake niggas hate

Don't panic, don't panic

We just getting started nigga don't panic

Don't panic, don't panic

We just getting started nigga don't panic

Talking fish scales like a whole salmon

See you fuck niggas from four planets

Just getting started nigga don't panic

If you a star, I'm a whole planet

Acting like she won't get it

Have her run through the time like Jerome Bettis

You don't want it, don't look for it

Have your bitch on a surfboard, surfboard, surfboard

If you want this money, gotta work for it

Puff, puff pass with your lookin' ass

Bust it wide open, make it nasty

[Hook]

I won’t let up, sippin’ that Ciroc, I’m a rebel

Real bitches gon’ wait on me, fake bitches gon’ skate on me

Real bitches getting cake, fake bitches gon’ hate

She a model on the Gram

Getting swallowed was the plan

This young thug need four bitches

Take her to the crib take no pictures

Ass fat, let me get up on it

Bounce back early in the morning

[Hook]

Don't panic, nigga don't panic, don't panic

[Hook]

Empire lyrics - French Montana

Ya, Montana, Fraud, uh

Coke Boy, uh

Real niggas count money gettin' high

Brick by brick, build the empire

I just turned the neighbor on

Young kings gettin' paper

Count money gettin' high

Brick by brick, build the empire

I just turned the neighbor on

Young kings gettin' paper

You don't believe it, gotta watch it and see

Half of my bitches richer than me

Young American me

Shit be scary to see

Beverly Hills

Ain't goin' to terrace and peak

I hope your cameras can see

Elephant balls and lion heart

Came to win, we ain't tryna talk

Kinda shit you tryna start

When there's no one live by the boat

I blow up Mussain on this smoke

Jet fuel plane boat

Flood my watch face with the crystal meth

No tenth spray nigga

Grown man cape nigga

I can't believe that I made it happen

365, countin' up money was my exercise

Skipped school for the crib with the pool

They respect education

Pour liquor, gettin' wasted

Baby in the water now, fine as shit

Vip to that fast money, bad hoe and fly shit

Fame will kill you faster than the bullet

[?] invisible bullet

Ski mask and hoody

Don't waste my time, change the dollar bill

Pink Floyd, [?] hills

Smoke fills 'fore wheels, tires screechin' ruber

Turn them headlines to front covers

Haters turn to fans, fans turn to haters

Grands turn to papers, haters turn to nevers

Montana!

Real niggas count money gettin' high

Brick by brick, build the empire

I just turned the neighbor on

Young kings gettin' paper

Count money gettin' high

Brick by brick, build the empire

I just turned the neighbor on

Young kings gettin' paper

Famous (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Hoodcelebrityy)

[Hoodcelebrityy:]

Hoodcelebrityy

Lemme get a glass of water

I just climbed a mountain, falling

You nuh need the world fi love you

'Cause I'm your number one supporter (yeah yeah)

You said "I hope you don't get famous"

'Cause you know I'm gonna change ya

But I still stayed loyal, only want what's best for you

Back it up, new Ranger Rover, I'ma back it up

Get a likkle money, seh mi change, I'm acting up

Back it up, stop complain and mek we live it up

Can't deal with the fame then baby, then give it up

'Cause money change people, fame really change people

The game really people

[French Montana (Hoodcelebrityy):]

Even though the world was meant for you (even though the world was meant for you)

I hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)

'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah (nah go love yuh, nah go love yuh, nah go love)

Hope you don't get famous (hope you never get famous)

Stay home with me (stay home, stay home)

Stay home with me (stay home, stay home)

I'll always love ya, I'll always

Hope you don't get

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous (hope you never get famous)

Hope you don't get famous (yeah)

Hope you don't get famous

Yeah (please don't get famous, please don't get famous)

[French Montana:]

Baby live your life, just how you are

Shining star

Hope you never get famous

Flying low with the angels

They said "fake it 'till you make it"

I guess you fake when you make it

I told you "stick to the basics"

Built an empire started from the basement

If you tryna fix a glass that's broken

You know it might cut ya hand

Never want to see you with another man

Truth might eat you if you're mumbling

When it get too cold for a blanket

Need you hugging me

Because nobody gonna love you like I do

Even though the world was meant for you

I hope you don't get famous

'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like the way I do, oh nah

Hope you don't get famous

Stay home with me

Stay home with me

I'll always love ya, I'll always

Hope you don't get

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Yeah

All day long, I stand by you

Right or wrong, I stand by you

Keep me strong, oh girl it's true

Keep me strong, oh girl it's true

Even though the world was meant for you

I hope you don't get famous

'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah

Hope you don't get famous

Stay home with me

Stay home with me

I'll always love ya, I'll always

Hope you don't get

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Famous (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Adam Levine)

[Adam Levine:]

Fame is a lie

Nothing that money can't buy, it's more than it

Yeah, yeah

You wanna be under the lights

So dance under the sky now with me

Yeah, yeah

'Cause I need you when I wake up

Need you when my days up

And you right there, and you right here

Am I right here? Down here

I don't wanna say your gaze up

'Cause I'll come chase ya

I like it, but I can't

Share you, no

[French Montana & Adam Levine:]

Even though the world was meant for you

I hope you don't get famous

'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah

Hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)

Stay home with me

Stay home with me

I'll always love ya, I'll always

Hope you don't get

Hope you don't get famous

[French Montana:]

I hope no one discovers you

Hope no one sees her

I hope no one falls in love with you

I've got my reasons

'Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn't stand a chance

There's no way you would go for a man like me if you had options

[French Montana & Adam Levine:]

Even though the world was meant for you

(even though the world)

I hope you don't get famous

'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like the way I do, oh nah

Hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)

Stay home with me

Stay home with me

I'll always love ya, I'll always

Hope you don't get

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Hope you don't get famous

Yeah, hope you don't get

Stay home

[French Montana:]

All day long I stand by you

Right or wrong I stand by you

Keep me strong, oh girl it's true

Keep me strong, oh girl it's true

[French Montana & Adam Levine:]

Even though the world was meant for you

I hope you don't get famous (yeah)

'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah

Hope you don't get famous (hope you don't get famous)

Stay home with me, stay home with me

I'll always love ya, I'll always

Hope you don't get

Hope you don't get famous

Yeah

[Adam Levine:]

Hope you don't get famous

Yeah, yeah

Freaks (DJ Suss One Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Edley Shine, Elephant Man, Nicki Minaj, Wyclef Jean)

[Intro: Edley Shine]

Fi di dancehall fans dem!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Edley Shine}]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

{DJ Suss One! A di feature presentation}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

{Remix kings! We nah romp wid dem this year!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

{J. Butta! A mad ting!}

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Said he met this little girl by the name of Onika

When my body shake all the boys wanna freak her

Brag and a boast they be, doin the most

If I, look at his friend he'll be, grippin the toast

So I took him to the crib, to kill him wid it

Put my legs behind my head I hit the ceilin wid it

When I put it in his mouth I couldn't believe it

He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it

Passa passa, you ain't got no ends in mi casa

Big fat pussy, mi fasta

Hit up Green Acres, hit up Kings Plaza

Some a dem seh dem Gully, some a dem seh dem Gaza

WAH!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Wyclef Jean}]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {She's A}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {She's A}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {Wyclef lookin for a freak a di week yeah!}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {Wyclef lookin for a freak a di week yeah!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a

[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]

She screams, like we in the jungle

Kamasutra she workin from every angle

Jump in the air and she land and a split

Go from the split now she up on her head

Go from her head now she's layin on her back

Then she waitin for the thuggy thuggy to attack the cat

She tell me lock the door now she wanna get spanked

(Bedroom Bully) like the one Shabba Ranks

Do not get scared, signs at the door

She said it's nothin that she wouldn't explore

Then we nah watch no ticky ticky ticky time

Just freak freaky wine and bend back yuh spine

Suss One she's a!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Elephant Man}]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

{Weh yuh seh? Energy God love how dem gyal a freaky}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

{Hey Ele! Energy God love how dem gyal a freaky}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

{Baby! How yuh so bad? How, How yuh so freaky?}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

{Hey Ele! Energy God love how dem gyal a freaky}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {BAD GYAL REPRESENT WEH OONU COME FROM?!}

[Verse 3: Elephant Man (Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh)]

Freaky freaky, mi know dat gyal a freaky

Di wey mi see she fly dung pon di pole mi know she freaky

Di wey mi see she mek di bumpa roll mi know she freaky

Now true she look sneaky she will lick yuh like a sweety

WUY! Come yah now gyal, mek mi tek off dashiki

She love it when mi spank it call mi daddy when mi beat it

Har looks is so deceivin, so yo watch how she pretty

Fi this, gyal well ridin like jockey wid nuh pity

Yes! Fi have a freak a every man desire

Fulfil him need anyting him require

WORST! When she hold dung har head fi seh a prayer

A from mi know seh this gyal a, so so some gyal a (FREAKS!)

[Verse 4: Edley Shine]

Let mi see di gyal dem weh know seh dem a freak

Wey handle dem biz pon a long piece a meat

Follow di Saw tune and leave yuh +Heels On+

Freak nuh fi fraid when har time fi perform

Cau! When dem a fuck dem leave di lights on

Dash wey di condom and give it to yuh raw

We double up wid dem eediat gyal yah

Weh dem a give yuh leav yuh up inna di morgue

And leff yuh wid yuh jacket and tek yuh moola

Write a book reality shows dem full a drama

Cute face fat ass di whole a dem sneaky

Only pon Twitter dem tweet mi yuh seet!!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Elephant Man} |French Montana|]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a |MONTANA!!!|

[Verse 5: French Montana]

Light up the fire, you know we get higher

Rollin up loud real niggas movin quiet

Like it then I buy it, you donkeys on a diet

Bringin all my jewels I ain't know I start a riot

Ridin with the blicker, messin up makeup

You blowin up her phone, she ain't tryin to pick up

Drinkin out the bottle, leanin with a model

I throw a hundred racks up you think I hit the lotto

Ridin with the wolves I ain't talkin Minnesota

Shorty comin over, 'gon bend it over

Let me plank on it (On it) Put a drink on it (On it)

Heard you a freak, put my name on it (MONTANA!!!)

HAAAAA!!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Elephant Man} |Edley Shine|]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!} |REFIX!|

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!} |REFIX!|

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a {YEP! COME ON!}

(FREAKS!) Some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a, some gyal a |LIL' VICIOUS BIG UP YUHSELF IT'S A CLASSIC AIGHT|

(FREAKS!)

Freaks (Remix) lyrics - French Montana (feat. Mr. Vegas, Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! MONTANA!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Nicki Minaj} |French Montana|]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

{I-I-I don't need to say playboy, I say play nigga!}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

|I don't need to say playboy, I said play nigga!|

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

|MONTANA!!!|

[Verse 1: French Montana]

Light up the fire, you know we get higher

Rollin up loud real niggas movin quiet

Like it then I buy it, you donkeys on a diet

Bringin all my jewels I ain't know I start a riot

Ridin with the blicker, messin up makeup

You blowin up her phone, she ain't tryin to pick up

Drinkin out the bottle, leanin with a model

I throw a hundred racks up you think I hit the lotto

Ridin with the wolves I ain't talkin Minnesota

Shorty comin over, 'gon bend it over

Let me plank on it (On it) Put a drink on it (On it)

Heard you a freak, put my name on it (MONTANA!!!)

HAAAAA!!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

[French Montana (Mr. Vegas):]

This girl tell me say she horny (Tun up tun up tun up!) she wanna give it to me out the door (Tun up tun tun up!)

Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me (Tun up tun up tun up!) she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!

[Verse 2: Mr. Vegas]

She freaky freaky, dat gyal a freaky freaky wuy!

She freaky freaky, dat gyal a freaky freaky wuy!

She freak Ricky, and waan fi freak Nicki

She come inna mi bed and seh she waan fi gimme hickey wuy!

But everyday di gyal a call mi! Call mi!

And she get up mek sure she horny! Horny!

And now she freak off mi friend name Serani

She come and then she seh she waan mi! Waan mi!

So freaky freaky come a Kingston City wuy!

Hop on di dancefloor she have nuh pity wuy!

Di gyal let mi a sing like Nitty Gritty wuy!

Yuh betta gwaan and lau mi!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh {Mr. Vegas}]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {YEAH! YEAH!}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a {YEAH! YEAH!}

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Said he met this little girl by the name of Onika

When my body shake all the boys wanna freak her

Brag and a boast they be, doin the most

If I, look at his friend he'll be, grippin the toast

So I took him to the crib, to kill him wid it

Put my legs behind my head I hit the ceilin wid it

When I put it in his mouth I couldn't believe it

He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it

Passa passa, you ain't got no ends in mi casa

Big fat pussy, mi fasta

Hit up Green Acres, hit up Kings Plaza

Some a dem seh dem Gully, some a dem seh dem Gaza

WAH!!!!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

[French Montana:]

This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door

Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]

Where my bad bitches at?! Where my bad bitches at?!

Pretty gang make noise! Pretty gang make noise!

Pretty gang act the fuck up! Act the act the fuck up!

[French Montana:]

Where my bad bitches at?! Where my bad bitches at?!

Rude-Rudegirl make noise! Rude-Rudegirl make noise!

Rude-Rude girl act the fuck up! Act, act the fuck up!

Act the fuck up, act act the fuck up!

[Chorus: Sample from "Freaks" by Lil' Vicious & Doug E. Fresh]

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

(FREAKS!) Freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a

[French Montana (Nicki Minaj):]

This girl tell me say she horny, she wanna give it to me out the door

Th-Th-This girl fuck me like she know me, she backed it up then she tipped on her toeeeeeessssss!

(Young Money! I don't even say my name no more play nigga!)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (French Montana)]

I don't need to say playboy, I say play nigga!

And what the fuck you talkin 'bout with them big figures?!

I come through like, I mean now I'm Nicki

I came through Southside nigga Queens bitch!

And everybody know, who I'm huntin

Huh! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! MONTANA!!! (HAAAAAA!!!!!)

Get Dat Money lyrics - French Montana (with Lil Durk & Chris Brown)

[Chris Brown:]

Look how she up and down that pole, just clap that ass up on that pole

Twerk, twerk, twerk, aw yeah

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga, now do it, get that money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga, go ahead and get that money baby

[Chorus - Chris Brown:]

Look how she up and down that pole

Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you

Just clap that ass up on that pole

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get that money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get that money baby

[Lil Durk:]

Hundred dollar bottle, what the strippers swallow?

Malaya Blacc Chyna, shout out to Tyga

Red Bottoms just to match the 'Rari Spider

Plain Jane Rolly got them bitches on fire

Now whoever say I cuff hoes

I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole

Pussy popping, got the squad turning up with hoes

Ace of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show

Now oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Got spice red all on my shoe

We global like we on the news

Stay in the best designer, we be on the news, let's get it

[Chorus]

[French Montana:]

Came flipping, I bought it, when I came through in that foreign

Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be boring

She need five stacks on that hair, coke, pills I'm on

Been getting money all year, all them cribs I own

Shawty help me slanging fish to meet me at the yard

God damn, young nigga made it hot

Shawty bent it over, told me land on it

Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em

She spinning on the top like a ceiling fan

I can catch a rico off the Instagram

Wrist wrapped up, John Wall

Stacking money up, wall to wall

[Chorus]

Good Summer lyrics - French Montana

Ask me how I'm feeling today

Woke up with the money on my mind I'm okay

But if a hater talking then it's fuck what they say

Real niggas relate and you bitches all fake

Hit em with that uptown block, flash

Hit em with downtown block, flash

Hit a nigga up just to fuck

Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a

Hit a block block block block block block block block

Block block block block block block block block block

Catch a body, leave on a Tuesday

Fuck me so special, we made a movie

All my bitches give me neck

I need a bitch with a check

From Atlanta to the X

I get it off the muscle I don't flex

Shorty said send for me get a flight

Freaks come out at night

Mommy shaking ass that ain't nothing new

Cuz when I fall back I get a better view

Ay you know the keys to success

Money, power, respect

Don't get bitter get better

She was who she was when you met her

Ask me how I'm feeling today

Woke up with the money on my mind I'm okay

But if a hater talking then it's fuck what they say

Real niggas relate and you bitches all fake

Hit em with that uptown block, flash

Hit em with downtown block, flash

Hit a nigga up just to fuck

Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a

Hit a block block block block block block block block

Block block block block block block block block block

Catch a body, leave on a Tuesday

Fuck me so special, we made a movie

She took care of me, like it's her duty

(Bust it, Montana, bust it)

Red bone want her pussy scratched

Plan B no booby trap

Ass so fat had me tripping

Like let me put the tip in

If it's your birthday what we sipping

42 out the bottle what it's giving

Ask me how I'm feeling today

Woke up with the money on my mind I'm okay

But if a hater talking then it's fuck what they say

Real niggas relate and you bitches all fake

Hit em with that uptown block, flash

Hit em with downtown block, flash

Hit a nigga up just to fuck

Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a

Hit a block block block block block block block block

Block block block block block block block block block

I said New Orleans girls bust it open (wide open)

I said New York girls bust it open (wide open)

California girls bust it open (wide open)

Florida girls bust it open (wide open)

Chicago girls bust it open (wide open)

Mississippi girls bust it open (wide open)

Texas girls bust it open (wide open)

Baton Rouge girls bust it open (Wide open)

Hope He Cheats On You lyrics - French Montana (feat. Corte Ellis)

[Corte Ellis]

It’s a shame it had to come to this

I thought we was better than that

Guess not

I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper

Get the booty free he don’t even gotta tip her

Hershey sucker good cause she could hook

His stick up

Been with every nigga that could been paid for the liquor

I may sound bitter I'm a litter bitter

Punch him in the face

If I ever catch you with ‘em

I know it was wrong when I was creeping

With ya sista’

She was trynna get you out the picture

[Female singer]

Baaaby sex so good do you remember Ooo-oh

Baaaby sex so good do you remember Ooo-oh

[Corte Ellis]

Oooooo-ooooh

Well look how it all turned out now

I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper

Well look how it all turned out now

Hope his spending all your money on a ten dolla hooker’

Look how it all turned out now

[French Montana]

I hope he takes the house and the car that he bought ya

Look how it all turned out now

I hope his cheating with slore with no condom on

I hope shes picking up the phone everytime you call

I hope he cheats on you with ya sister

I hope his going down on her and you kiss ‘em (that’s nasty)

I hope his cheating on you with your bestfriend (ah ha)

I hope his cheating with that striper with the one leg (one leg)

I hope he be cheating on nya bed when you go to work (ah ha)

I hope he hide her in the closet when you come from work

I hope he beat her like mike wood

I hope he cheating on you like tiger woods

I hope he cheating with a ball playa Roberta low blow, lisa, lesa...

[Corte Ellis]

Well look how it all turned out now

I hope he cheats on you with a nasty ass striper

Well look how it all turned out now

Hope his spending all your money on a ten dolla hooker’

Look how it all turned out now

I hope he takes the house and the car that he bought ya

Look how it all turned out now

Cus he don’t really love ya’

[French Montana]

Montana I hope he cheats on you with precios

Man I hope he cheats on you with a male striper

Montana ya boy

I hope he cheats on you with DMX baby momma ah ha

I Can't Lie lyrics - French Montana, Kodak Black & London On Da Track

Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak

You know what it is

When you hear that "haan"

Yeah

I'm in London, got my beat from London

I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum

I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM

I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM

Ayy, I'm too appealin', yeah, all my niggas Zion (yeah)

I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher

Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector

I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level

I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

Through my mama on the golf course, caught a fish in the crib

Free the nigga to the ceilin', I'm in too deep, like David

With my codeine, I pop a seal, like on the real, I'm in the field

On the real, I'm tryna kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill'

I can't even lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Bill

My nigga lost a trial, but he 'bout to come home on a pill

I'm feelin' like I'm Kunta Kinte, 'cause we gon' do slavery still

I can't lie, I'm Israel, I can't lie, this shit real

I can't holy Israel, yeah, I'm on that Jewish shit

Got on all this Louis, now is not the time to shoot a bitch

I can't even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a bitch

I'm slidin' in that orange-colored, but I ain't on no fruity shit

I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum

I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM

I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM

Ayy, I'm too appealin', yeah, all my niggas Zion (yeah)

I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher

Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector

I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level

I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

Copped my auntie a crib, I copped a new Bugatti

Man, these hoes ain't safe, I'm on my Irv Gotti (woo)

I can't lie, I've been ridin' with that fire (bah-bah-bah)

I've been gettin' fried, since the seven-five, when Max lost the trial (wavy)

If she did you dirty once, she gon' do it twice (twice)

My dawg popped a fake Perc', man, he lost his life

I can't lie, turned my mother crib a Colosseum

Still do it for Chinx, 'til the day that I'ma see him

Told my bitch "You the one", got these hoes on my auction

Rather be talked about than me doin' all the talkin'

Same nigga shot me up, they never found the body

I can't lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Holly

I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum

I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM

I can't lie, so much bitches, I need a new DM

Ayy, I'm too appealin', yeah, all my niggas Zion (yeah)

I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher

Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector

I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level

I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezzel

I'm in London, got my beat from London

I Got A Feeling lyrics - French Montana, DThang & T Dot

RPT (Grrah)

4Sev, 4Sev (Grrah, grrah)

Snatch it down, nigga (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)

Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put a O before my Y (Might not never, haan)

Even my abuela know that (Let's get 'em mixed)

Let's go (Let's go), we take a trip to the opps (We take a what?)

Tryna bury them niggas who diss on my block (Get that nigga)

No way, we be sendin' them shots like it's okay

Fell in love with my knock (Like, what?)

Bro get in check, we ain't shootin' at opps (Get that nigga)

She want me to eat it but move like a thot (Like, what, like, how?)

Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flags)

Bro get in check, we ain't shootin' at opps (Get that nigga)

She want me to eat it but move like a thot (Like, how?)

Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flag, red flag)

Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flag, red flag)

It's a good night (Woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

Reminiscin' how we took boy good life

You act right, I might put you on a good flight

It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

Reminiscin' how we took boy good life

You act right, I might put you on a good flight

See it's Smooch and you better not sweat up (At all)

See how we take it, I'm 'posed to get wet up (RPT)

And she only gon' cheat if you let her (Ayy)

Your boyfriend a bum and you gotta do better (You gotta do better)

Off first, man, I said it's my sweater (Yeah)

When you goin' up, it's no ladder (At all)

Off first, man, I said it's my sweater (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

When you goin' up, it's no ladder (Grrah, grrah)

She like, "DThang, you go and just get on some mother shit" (No cap)

I go deep in her guts and be screamin', she lovin' it (Lovin' it, shit fat)

I pop modes, so homie, just know who I'm comin' with (My strap)

And we on the block like (Gang), sell, we ain't a club life (Gang, gang, gang)

It's a good night (Woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

Reminiscin' how we took boy good life

You act right, I might put you on a good flight

It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

Reminiscin' how we took boy good life

You act right, I might put you on a good flight

Money make your bitch get wetter (Wetter)

South Bronx, can't get no better (Let's go)

I told DThang, "Keep your head up" (Head up)

I wrote Max B that letter (Wait, i got a feeling)

New Bugatti, that's Matte black (Woo-hoo)

Send us this song, go clap back (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

I don't trust nobody, that's that (That tonight's gonna be a good night)

Sunday Service in my strap (Bah, bah, boom)

Did it first before Soulja (Soulja, be a good night)

You comin' for the ten, I told you (Told you)

We don't fake beef, expose you (Like, how?)

Stuck on an island with no juice (That tonight's gonna be a good, good night)

Supposed to throw a party when an opp die (Woo-hoo)

Still don't see red flags in her eye (Red flag, like, what?)

Pull up, D8, junior fox, put that boy on FOX5 (That tonight's gonna be—)

I brought Fergie to the block (Block), 'fore them forty stunts (Tonight's gonna be a good night)

Me and Smurk before the ill, this ain't what you want (That tonight's gonna be a good, good night)

We got streets, niggas ain't easy (Tonight's gonna be a night)

Niggas is fraud like all of my beefs

Montana just went diamond (Diamond, that tonight's gonna be a good, good night)

Still get you smoked like you wylin' (Get that nigga)

She said, "Frenchie on some other shit" (No cap)

I got a hoopty, I call it a Cullinan (Woo, get back)

She wanna kick it, I told her, "I'm huntin' it" (Uh-huh, my strap)

Let me slide by (Gang), and this a drive-by (Gang, gang, gang)

It's a good night (Woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

Reminiscin' how we took boy good life

You act right, I might put you on a good flight

It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

Reminiscin' how we took boy good life

You act right, I might put you on a good flight

Told my niggas, this day, we gon' come (Gon' come)

Now we up in L.A., had to fuck on these bitches

And bottles with a couple guns (Ayy, what?)

She said, "KC, we goofy", like, this where the fun (I got a feeling)

Free DThang (Woo-hoo)

Ayy, bro, where you parked, put you on the map (That tonight's gonna be a good night)

Now we cruisin', be up on the strap (Like, what?)

It's my demons, we brothers like Cody & Zack

And if we shoot somethin', we could never lack (That tonight's gonna be a good night)

Movin' day to day, dressed on the bag

Tell these rapper niggas, had to capture for you (That tonight's gonna be a—)

We gon' roll a new opp in a pack (A pack)

And if we shoot somethin', we could never lack (At all)

Movin' day to day, dressed on the bag (Like what?)

Tell these rapper niggas, had to cap just for you

We gon' roll a new opp in a pack (I know)

She like, "T-Dott, you back in the field on some other shit" (No cap)

Nigga, get with my brother, you know who I'm comin' with (Don't ask)

Since you chicken, you know that I been on that gunner shit (Move tabs)

On the block with the chop like (Like, what?), I know Stunna a hot slime (Gang, gang, gang)

It's a good night (Woo-hoo)

In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life

French Montana other songs:

 

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')