Playlist French Montana

french montana - ain t worried about nothin

[Hook]
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (x3)
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (x3)

Brown bag with that work, strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquifina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me

(Repeat first part)

[Verse 1]
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round through East Tremont
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round with that Nina
Ridin' 'round with that AK, that HK, that SK
That beam on the scope
Window down, blowin' smoke
Niggas frontin be broke
Try shit 'round me, gon' get smoked
That gun automatic, my car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Money don't mean nothin' (nada), bitches don't mean nothin' (nada)
Come here with your hand out, nigga I don't owe you nothin' (nana)
I'm ridin' round with that work, Max lost trial I'm hurt
I'll ride through Mott Haven, I'll ride through Castle Hill
You know that Coupe half a million, fuck how niggas feel
Cause I ain't really worried 'bout nothin', my niggas ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'

[Hook]

french montana - hurt somebody

This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don't wanna struggle, oh no
Don't want it to become a habit
I've been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody

My momma need a crib
Son needs some jordans
This some bull shit, cause I can't afford them
Pairs listening
And the band recording
Trying to dodge the pen
Hoping I survive the morning
Shit is getting hot
Man I'm talking scourging
Watching bodies drop
Trying to make a fortune
Dancing with no top
Trying to skip my fork and
Wanna own the block
Then you gotta put your work in
Cause

This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don't wanna struggle, oh no
Don't want it to become a habit
I've been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody

You got the biggest gun
I hope it's for protection
How you never run
You just count your blessings
Beating down the drum
Find me the connection
To get up off the slum
That's my only investment
Throw you to the ground
Book you for possession
Now it's going down
Now I teach them a lesson
Crooked as a clown
Wishing I could arrest him
Guess they run the town
From the streets to the correction
So

This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don't wanna struggle, oh no
Don't want it to become a habit
I've been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody

No way to dice that
Toss it against the wall
The way you like that
That's what you're doing dog
Gambling? what you like? street gambling
Gambling? what you like? street gambling
Gambling? what you like? street gambling

This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don't wanna struggle, oh no
Don't want it to become a habit
I've been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody

french montana - lay down

By: XaRaDa a.k.a. On FiRe

(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)

Chorus
Mike Shorey:
We out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I figure y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
And y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
{French Montana}:
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}

(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Yeah)

Verse 1
French Montana:
These old niggaz in the west, said they gon' get the Tec
And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight
M6, get away, know a nigga trippin'
Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate
Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang
Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang
Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac
All-black GT Bently with the skulled cracked, fall back
You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em
Stick up boys robbin' niggaz for they jewels, can't sell 'em
We flood the game and let 'em digest
Mindset on the older shit, these other niggaz in a contest
And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance
Niggaz talkin' all this money, we don't see it

(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)

Chorus
Mike Shorey:
I'm out here gettin' this paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm cakin', y'all should already know
The diamonds all in the bezel, stop tryna get on my level
Man y'all got a long way to go
Kuz I'm gettin' money
I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
I'm floatin' man I'm right through the sky
I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
{French Montana}:
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}
{Huh (Huhhh)}
{Lay down (lay down)}
{My niggaz will take ya life (take ya life)}

(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)

Verse 2
Dame Grease:
Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt
Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up
Lenox Ave gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide
Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see
You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off
On the back steps of his momma's porch
Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work
Come through in niggaz lobby, ballin' through the paperwork
Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only laby
Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy
Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack
Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a ill sound
Niggaz body fall, we took his bankroll
Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold

(Lord be thy fine)
(She's left me)
(So cold, so alone)
(Oh yeah)

french montana - new york minute

(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)

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)

Verse 2
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 death 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)

french montana - white dress

Hey
Montana
They forgot who's battlin'?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain't losing though

I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

'Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin' on the night shift
I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I'll bet, oh I think she'll like it
Talk to me nicely
Talk to me nicely

I got you
Closet lookin' like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin' like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin' checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I'm Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
Fuckin' all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes fuckin' up my floors
Who that nigga? I'm the definition
Wearin' penny loafers, we ain't penny pinchin'
Got the baddest bitches baggin' in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain't Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin' toe to toe
I burn my bridges I'ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin' like I'm Earl Manigault
They countin' to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy's a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I'm no regular, bitch I'm no second
Know the one, I'm the one that's ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I'm affiliate
Ciroc boy, a million

'Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin' on the night shift
I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I'll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
'Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin' on the night shift
I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I'll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

french montana - battlefield

Max B:
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke Wave
Let's sing to the people, yeah

Chorus
Max B:
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"

Verse 1
Max B:
It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar
Owww

Chorus

Verse 2
French Montana:
You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera phone
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop

french montana - pop that

[Hook]
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that

[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

[Drake]
I?m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin? with?

Work, work, work, work, bounce (x4)
What you twerkin? with (x4)

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin? with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerk 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 wop
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two 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
Three Benz I?m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen the 'gatti, 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
Let's 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
Film it, film it
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin?, ballin?, like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats fifty, one hundred, 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 that's 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 could 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 mothafuckin' crib
And I'm takin' other keys to the bitch right now
OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit
Gettin cheddar passes 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 Poppi, 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, twenty bottles that's on me
On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch! 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
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I?m fuckin with 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 two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I?m a beast I?m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my proactive 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 will twist you like a Rubix
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I?m 5′5? but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It?s French Montana, fuck Joe
It?s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It?s truck the world
It?s truck yo girl
It?s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

[Hook]

french montana - ballin out

[Hook:]
Balling out
We balling out
Grounding up them hoes when we call 'em out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
We talk about, bitch we balling out
Balling out, Balling out, Balling out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
Balling out, Balling out

[Verse 1:]
I can spend your whole life in a day
In the club, you never seen so many bottles of rozay
Bitch I'm ballin but your friends be tryin to fuck me
In the club all in my ass telling me I get there fuck me
Bitch I'm ballin, look at my big chain, nice watch
Been there the whole baby girl you can't tell me I ain't 2Pac
Bitch I'm ballin', oh I can hypnotize like Biggie did
Ye you bagging up, with 2 hard sticks
Butt naked, in my crib
Bitch I'm balling, oh I'm balling like LeBron James
Rick Ross, D Wave after they made that big tray
Bitch I'm balling, you see me riding around that masse'
Yesterday it was a bentley, tomorrow that ferrari
Bitch I'm balling

[Hook:]
Balling out
We balling out
Grounding up them hoes when we call 'em out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
We talk about, bitch we balling out
Balling out, Balling out, Balling out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
Balling out, Balling out

[Verse 2:]
Mister Chopper Don, when you hear that noise
Knock the wing of your bentley, man off your horse
You wanna see me locked, sentenced in the cell
But that's the rock on ice, diddy on my cell
Leaned off the loso, paid that
Touch keys, piano man, reject
This that purple lean, smoke that purple leth
Before I signed the label, build up for real seats
Bitch we ballin' up, it's that hurricane
Toss some benz on, shorty hide your brain
Drama on wheels, fuck the shorty
Nigga get money, fuck yoga

[Hook:]
Balling out
We balling out
Grounding up them hoes when we call 'em out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
We talk about, bitch we balling out
Balling out, Balling out, Balling out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
Balling out, Balling out

french montana - drink freely

You and your home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely

Drink freely
And holla every time you need me
Baby you should enjoy yourself
Bossed up, need no help
They said fly girls have more fun
Get wasted like we on the run
First we took the party out
Then I took Shawty out
European car, put yo luggage by the engine
I be Rothstein, you could be my ginger, Montana
Shawty cash out, I don?t sell dreams
You got a V12? I got 12 V?s

Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely

And if it?s true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you?ll need me, yea

You and your home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely

I need a new girl, I need a few girls
I need a pornstar, I need school girl
You never stress me, we drinkin' champagne
We livin stress-free, ain?t worried about a damn thing
See you workin' hard, go enjoy yourself
Drop top breeze, good for your health
Holler if you need, I kidnap you for the month
I throw them doors up and tell her go and field the punt
We don?t use G5?s or water planes
Land on your surf board, hop out with my shirt off, Montana
Gold chains like Notre Dame
Waking up wasted, do the walk of shame, haaan

Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely

And if it?s true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you?ll need me, yea

You and your home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely

I could tell when you got dressed tonight, girl
You took your time
Might as well have a few shots on me
Girl, the pleasure?s mine, yea
I ain?t tryna grouch you baby
I just wanna play my parts
There?s a lot of niggas round you baby
But all the niggas do is talk
I?m thinkin where they class at, iPhone 5 checkin Nasdaq
After parties, wherever your ass at
Hunned grand large, in the Rari, where my stash at?
Corny said I?m passed that, TTL law with the hashtag

Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely

And if it?s true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you?ll need me, yea

Do girl, what you do, girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you, girl
So drink freely

And if it?s true, girl
Then the pretty ones have more fun
You should enjoy yourself
And holler if you?ll need me, yea

You and your home girls drinkin on me tonight
So drink freely

french montana - hey my guy

[intro]
One time for the coke wave
Can I get a "hann"

[hook]
I pull up on the corner stuntin'
Like "hey, my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey, my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey, my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey, my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
I pull up on the corner stuntin'
Like "hey, my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey, my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey, my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey, my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block

[verse 1: Max B]
See, I'm bout to start trial
For this murder shit
Satan want my soul but I'm riding
Nigga, suck a dick
Layin' just to pluck a chick
Playin' I'm gon' fuck his bitch
She don't know my guy
See some niggas in the trenches
That was schemin' on my ride
Bitches creamin' on my ride
Fiendin' for my high
Got the po-po, got that one hand up
They leaning on my guy
Fuckin' bitches make me sick
But I just give them the finger
And keep rollin' with my guy
Keep strollin' with my guy
Got mommy in the caddy
And she blowin' on my guy
This shit ain't for no wager
This bitch owe me a favor
This nig owe me some paper
They raided all my pot
Damn that paddy wagon
They takin' all my guys
They be raidin' on my tribe
Knowing how much we... felon
Pop a shot up at ya melon
Bitch, chop that powder, sellin' it
Copped it for the hell of it
Made her play my guy
Said she fuck with justin timberlake
Bitch, go get my dinner plate

[hook]
I pull up on the corner stuntin'
Like "hey, my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey, my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey, my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey, my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
I pull up on the corner stuntin'
Like "hey, my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey, my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey, my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey, my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block

[verse 2: French Montana]
I pull up on the corner stuntin
Like "hey, my guy"
Bumpin' don biggavel, damn I miss my guy
Shorty curve
Said she ain't tryna fuck tonight
So I made a u-turn on the first right
Man, I gotta be cold, fast money and hoes
United we stand, divided we fall
Miley cyrus... nigga, don't blow my high
I think I see a nasty bitch
Tryna fuck up my life
I'm with the shooters
And the slurpers with my homie
Run trains, never save them
Pictures on my phone, and
Macaroni with the cheese - "hey, my guy"
I'm on two, dick on freeze - "hey, my guy"

[hook]
I pull up on the corner stuntin'
Like "hey, my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey, my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey, my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey, my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block
I pull up on the corner stuntin'
Like "hey, my guy"
It's mac with da cheese - "hey, my guy"
I got it for the low-low - "hey, my guy"
You talking to the po-po - "hey, my guy"
Breaking down the brick
Choppin' down the rock
Break it down, bag it up
Shuttin down the block

french montana - i told em

[Hook]
All we do is flex
On that steroids, bitch watch that money stretch
Never knew nothin', I'm stuntin' cause I'm on
Pilot turned around and he asked me where I'm goin'
I told him
Fuck
Away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes
I told him
Fuck
Away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes
Fuck away from these
Niggas, fuck away from these hoes
I told him

[Verse 1]
Fuck away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes
I be gone off that liquor, I would've made about eight figures
Got my main bitch, my top back, my good badge I got that
I want that I cop that, my money good I don't hide that
Got grip on my lap and my roof on my back
Ride, strapped from the east to the
West side
Clear port my [?], fuck boys out there
Spendin' stash like huh, on these drawers I wear
In them cars I don't test drive, a strap by my bedside
I dump off like bedtime, broads I get head shine
Straight off top, my dog lick off shot
Talkin' chopper sound nigga, lift up a whole block

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
[?] sweetest song I ever heard
I ain't talk about no cars, I ain't talk about no kilos
Where I'm from just dope fiends, no motherfuckin' heroes
My shades up, my tints up, my toes down, my heads up
I ain't never pulled my legs up, now my team's strong my bread's up
My drug dealers, pimps, killers all up in here
Chinchillas, car dealer I be all up in there
And ain't no nigga showed me how to move, had to learn though
Now I'm gettin' money fast, watch niggas burn slow
Coke boys we mobbin', bad hoes be lovin'
Just a bunch of young niggas thuggin', Montana

[Hook] x2

french montana - if i die

[hook]
I can't sell these drugs no more
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fire
Yeahaah, aahhaah

He ain't never think it be his last day
Saw him in the body bag zipped up half way
Black glove and the ski mask
Heard he had his baby on his chest
Made me feel bad
Shit was all good just a week ago
Now we pouring champagne at the funeral
Remember dark skin jermaine with the ceasar
Heard he caught the body
Tryna 'scape with the visa
Shoulda seen the look on his brother
When he came through
Yellin' ima catch him for the first 48 do
Men turn to bitches
Scared of what the state do
Put you in a box
With the numbers tryna break you

[hook]
I can't sell these drugs no more
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fire
Yeahaah, aahhaah

Tone was the hustler, jermaine was the killer
He let the nigga stack it all up
Then he killed em
I heard he got dropped from his main bitch
Left the nigga laying stanking
There ain't take shit
I heard the nigga died smiling
Like he seen the nigga face
Right before he shot him
Cold game, then he hit
The block like it's no thang
When everybody knew about the whole thang
Shit scary and they ain't even drop a tear
Candles glowing in the air
Help his mother get him buried
Heard jermaine went and got [?]
We was young niggas hustling
Tryna make it out alive

[hook]
I can't sell these drugs no more
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fire
Yeahaah, aahhaah

french montana - marble floors

So I let this bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me like
You fuckin my bitch
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now

Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls

Told that bitch take your shoes off look don't even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian Marble
They on that bad back too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got 10 of those
Cars cribs that's? hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks that centerfold
Hunnid on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
Ten days you ain't seen her
She ask for it I beat it
You greedy nigga you eat it
These? niggas all on my dick
Princess Cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip

Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls

Wet work got the kitchen stanking
We call it undercover or pig in the blanket
Uh lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin on them bitches like Birdman
Roll the weed in white sheets Ku Klux Klan
Put it on the scale watch it do numbers
Playin with them keys like Stevie Wonder
All my hoes pretty all my niggas Brazy
We sell that white sell that brown call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you niggas PAUSE

Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls

2 Chainz that's yo best answer
Cup filled with pink I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money ima need a money counter
So many acres my neighbors stay in another county
Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers
All you talk is shit nigga Holitosis ghosts
I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a Chanel chain I'm talkin Chanel chain I'm talkin Chanel chain I'm talking Chanel chain
GODAMN!

Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls

french montana - throw it in the bag

Bass lines and cars anything fast
Humping on my leg, yo I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the back
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag
Bass lines and cars anything fast
Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club (2X)

Whip, whip, whippin' up a lick
Whip, whip, whippin' up a whip
Bitch I been a problem (problem), bitch I been a pilot
Talkin' microfiber, Medusa on my body
Garage like a dealer, '02 Reggie Miller
They come in to squash it, we come in to kill it
She bust it wide open then she popped a pill
Make that roof disappear, David Copperfield
Sippin' on that Henn, I be sippin' on that 'Roc
I be stuntin' on them M's, I came straight off that block
And I pull up in that Mulsanne, all red like I'm Luo' Deng
All my jewelry blu-ray, fuck boy it's a new day

Bass lines and cars anything fast
Humping on my leg, yo I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the back
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag
Bass lines and cars anything fast
Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club (2X)

Uh, that game of rap don't play with
Came up, I Rose like Jalen
100 deep how we came in
Throwin' signs like we Masons
Ho this here ain't no haven
Coke boy, yes I'm their favorite
Snatch the gravel under your feet, I'm removing the pavement
Headshot that 'rari, brainless
Same crib Saddam Hussein lives
Blood diamonds all in my bracelet
Fuck you and them hoes you came with
Snatch your fish out the water
Candid camera record her
Yellow gold for my haters
Purple drink we the Lakers
Know we keep it twizzy on the scale in
Smell the weed nigga like Sebastian I could tell fear
Fresh once it's Bel-Air
Look what I smell here
Pussy on these niggas, nope that's your bitch she just live here

Bass lines and cars anything fast
Humping on my leg, yo I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the back
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag
Bass lines and cars anything fast
Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club (2X)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Gotta keep it a hunnid, K.O.D.'s spendin' hunnid
Willy on them hoes, tell 'em give me head with a helmet
Money all I hear, bitches all in my ear
Can't you see I'm high? California
Honey on them hoes, kidnap your bitch
You put black sand in her toes, black Marilyn Monroe, nigga
Don't you play with no hoes, [?] into that role
Cocaine Kurt Cobain, shorty playin' with her nose
Fast life I chose, fast cars we drove
Bad hoes, bad fros, face down they go
Tip-toin' that money, I stack six floors of them hundreds
I got six stories of that money, coke boys we run it, Montana

Bass lines and cars anything fast
Humping on my leg, yo I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the back
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag
Bass lines and cars anything fast
Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club (2X)

Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got
Fuck you pay me, that's my motto
Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got
Fuck you pay me, that's my motto

Bass lines and cars anything fast
Humping on my leg, yo I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag
Make your money last, hide it in the back
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag
Bass lines and cars anything fast
Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club (2X)

french montana - trap house

You know my sneakers foreign
Cookin' up
Nigga, what you poppin boy?
Cookin up
Yea

They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin' bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin' bout me in the trap house
Trap house, hah
Trap house, hah

Niggas mad and I went and got my Visa
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up
Damn right we rocket, damn right we cop it
Fly cars, we whip it
The fuck boys be plottin'
Purple jolly ranchers, change couple advances
Your wrist, your watch great,
Blue and white like Kansas
Right side, turned wheel
Talk kush, we burn fields
Swore I seen the devil on my first meal
Had to kill the watch nigga, time server
I?m talkin 9000 watts, nigga you ain?t heard

They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin' bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin' bout me in the trap house
Trap house, hah
Trap house, hah

(You know my wardrobe foreign, nigga
You know my watch foreign nigga)
I?m talkin money, some say I speak foreign hah
Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign
Told her to dance and that bitch kept goin'
Kick kick kick kick, just throw it
I?m a boss, motherfucker
Pull up to the club just to floss motherfucker, own a sub motherfucker
Rich motherfucker, all the whips foreign
Took your bitch motherfucker, suck a dick motherfucker
I?m the shit motherfucker, time to get up off the toilet
This is it motherfucker, thirty-six motherfucker
You a bitch motherfucker, all your bitches know
Hit a lick motherfucker, took a brick motherfucker

They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin' bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin' bout me in the trap house
Trap house, hah
Trap house, hah

Hunned bricks nigga, like a hunned chips
Hunned whips nigga, another hunned clips
Overseas nigga on some hunned shit
Flip hundred things, moving on hundred whips
All the mears counts, big pop fields
Up top nigga, doing big deals
Big chips nigga, knowing how to kill
On the field nigga, do this shit he do it real
Another flip nigga, stash the cash
We do this but nothin' but some money on me
Another blast nigga, pussy
Curve, swerve, he pulled in with the choppa on em
Eleven hundred, flipped eleven hundred
Coke Boyz in this bitch, move eleven hundred
Got them whole things on the sand
Uptown, filthy rich, Rich Gang

They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house, you heard
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
What the business is? Stay up out of mine
They talkin' bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin' bout me in the trap house
Trap house, hah
Trap house, hah

The hardest part of a business is minding your own
You walk in the room, all the whisperin' stop
But you know
Noisy people get in the face
The real niggas get money
Ya feel me?
You askin' bout a nigga trap house
A block
Aye wuddup?
Rozay
They talkin' bout us in the trap house

french montana