FRENCH MONTANA feat. Future, Chinx Drugz – Yayo

[Hook - Future]
All my niggas selling yayo
That bitch won’t move till I say so
We getting to them peso’s
We stacking taller than some legos
And we living like cowabunga
Keep designer frames over my eyes
I spent a half a mil on my ride
I’m one hell of a fly guy

[Verse 1 - French Montana]
Niggas kingpins let them tell it
Smoking on that O.G
From a hundred blocks you can smell it
Bank accounts on steroids
Cars like a dealership
Diddy on that global phone talk hundred million dollar shit
100 shells and that cherry top where it came from
The murder block with coke boys
And I heard about them turn them out?
Shawty pop her pussy then she pop a pill
Had a million cash before I signed a deal
My eyes blurry in that clear port
We making movies nigga grab a chair for it
Top down when that car move
My versace robe and my house shoes
One night hundred thousand moving
Fucking with locs and them pirus

[Hook - Future]

[Verse 2 - Chinx Drugz]
Pull up on em’
Looking like a shark up out of water
Work up out that drive thru
Hello, can I take your order
Hay ships all across the sea, them stones around the border
People honest they could smell the coke-i-enia odor
Slippin on it, trapeze
Ball until I got bad knees
She suck until she catch strep throat
Dick going deep, catch ho
I was off in that chopper
Break em off, yea I gots ta
Fuck niggas impostors send my goons up in su-casa
5-4 we some hustlers, bunch of pigs don’t fly straight
My bezzle be so frozen, that bitch gon’ make time wait
Got four bitches rolling, they look like in line skates
So if I’m broke broke I go fire man
I’m creeping through your fire escape

[Hook - Future]

FRENCH MONTANA – Why So Serious?

Sing a happy tune,
The boy that cried through you,
We live the pictures that have come to past,
And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown,
And we are flesh and blood the sinner…….

Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre,
I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure,
It’s slow but sure when I go they’ll know Montanas observant arghh arghh,
My whip automatic, my guns automatic,
Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)
Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I’m bare footed,
I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a….
I’m the corner block pot holes concrete,
Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs,

Time has stopped before us,
The sky cannot ignore us,
No one can separate us,
For we are all that is,

In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket,
Where I’m cleaning my guns to go kill em,
Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw,
And I don’t want your money you know what I came for,
You niggas make your moves,
I’ll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit,
But I was born to fly Montana certified,
In case you’re under a rock, you never heard of I,
Who did the I’m the boss,
They call me the nuclear holocaust,
We got planners this thick??….
I met your bell like ding dong banana clip,
Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split.

Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down,
And I am master of nothing??…. hahahaha

Coke

Ahhh

FRENCH MONTANA – Weed Skit

Okay I want you players to collection plate around
I want you players to collection plate around
And I want all you members
To put all of your weed on the collection plate
And pass it on up to the pastor
And I’m gonna use it for a very worthy cause
I’m going to distribute among all the hypes
And we gon all stay high
Woo
Can I get a amen for the weed?
Damn right
Now I want, I want em smoke the weed
Can I get a amen for the weed?

FRENCH MONTANA – Water

See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink

Put your head right
The same night
We’re doing everything
To not break
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water

Rich up in that, I triple my net worth
Hopping out the jet, shorty’s got that network
Started from a dollar baking soda wishes
When them hollas hitching niggas turning so religious
Million dollar me is got your baby momma creeping
Money rule her assets, that evil so possessive
Flashing, you know these niggas
Sloppy and they bogus niggas
Pass me with them stories, you ain’t half of what ya ho is

Get down
Break it down
Shorty love
And I break it down
Thicken the water
Blood thicker the water

See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink

Put your head right
The same night
We’re doing everything
To not break
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water

Gotta do it on your own like fucker rings
30 chains on is the cold villas
Stacking money up, I need 4 ceilings
Drinking bottle after bottle, I need 4 chemists
Stacking hoes up, we need 4 sprinters
Versace shit, Silkk the shocker no limit
From the jump start we them cold killers
And you ain’t never dumb, you got 4 figures
Pray to God never get deported
Baby go and bust it open, let me pay your mortgage
Jewish marble, I ain’t need a carpet
Play the street, I don’t need a office

See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink
See I could take you to the water
But can’t help you drink

Put your head right
The same night
We’re doing everything
To not break
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water
Blood thicker then water

Ayo I got that M and cheese all over her body
Mac & Cheese 3!

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Chinx Drugz – Tunnel Vision

Just like what I said
Baby my baby baby my baby my baby
Yeah, Montana
Francis
Drugz

You don’t wanna fuck with me I let em go
Tunnel vision on the money I don’t see the ho
I guess I am slow said he will always catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Some bitches still my niggas behind the wall
Tell em I ain’t slowing down Nah no at all
I am on the edge till the Niggaz catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up

Fuckin star I am a astronaut
Baby gon grab a shot
Know I’m tryna slide like rap-alot
Blown back half a block
Trick id rather not
I am from the hood baby I ain’t always had alot
And wake up in the morning
Than look up in the ceiling
Another day up in the jungle
On my way up to the million
Lightning up the cig than
Sippin on that lean
Nigga tryna make a killin
Homine nothin in between
Shawty dump me to the morning
Wake up and go to the church
Tryna wash away your sins I guess whatever work
Keep a hammer fucking time
These niggaz getting murkd
Coke Boys on the grind
From the first to the first
Montana

You don’t wanna fuck with me I let em go
Tunnel vision on that money I don’t see the ho
I guess I am slow said he will always catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Some bitches still my niggas’s behind the wall
Tell em I ain’t slowing down Nah no at all
I am on the edge till the Niggaz catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up

That nigga head up to the sky
Feet on solid grizzale
Haters wont knock me
Off my sway swear I am too rizzale
Hall of Fame bizzale
Perstigious with this hustlin player
Hurry up and stop breathing do yourself the favor
Before I toss the shakers
I kiss em up to god
I know he don’t condone don’t gamble but this life is hard
See this life of ours
Cold nights of brawls
Whippin white in yalls
Twirling in the nicest cars
Nigga I’m fly than I ever been
Anyting that these niggaz confess to be i never been
All about my presidents
Ima set the prescints
Tell em made the flow
These rappers don’t match these measurements
Nahh
Gram still over the stove mixing
I already come up in these coming I’m the most prolific
Chinx drugz get familiar with the name bitchez
When they think they figure me out
Thats when my lane switches

You don’t wanna fuck with me I let em go
Tunnel visions on the money I don’t see the ho
I guess I am slow said he will always catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up
Some bitches still my niggas’s behind the wall
Tell em I ain’t slowing down Nah no at all
I am on the edge till the Niggaz catch me
I ma live it up pop bottles flick it up

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Trina – Tic Toc

Trina
Trina
Aha French Montana yea
I’mma I’mma talk about it

[Hook:]
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain’t mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I’m getting money like a clock on the wall
Talking tic tic toc toc tic tic toc toc
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Go ahead baby, I ain’t mad at you

[Verse 1:]
Pull up in the club, it’s a bloody murda
Rock that shit niggas never heard of
We done killed the game, go and dig the dirt up
Coke boys were everything you learned about
30 racks, make em rain dance
I rock 60 racks on everything
Pull up in that shit, bitches yelling hello
Hottest in my city, I’ll be balling like mellow
We be smoking on that killa
My garage like a dealer
Pull up in that shit, bitches ask what you call that?
All that fly shit we don’t want that, Montana

[Hook:]
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain’t mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I’m getting money like pop on the wall
Talking tic tic toc toc tic tic toc toc
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain’t mad at you

[Verse 2:]
Yea aha
My pussy worth a small fortune
Put him in the matrix when I slow motion
Ass so fat he need a lap dance
These other hoes belong in the trash can
You broke niggas, you can keep you 2 cents
When I throw it back caught this nigga speaking French
He pray before he eat it, pussy heaven sent
You ain’t breaking bread boy, you got me bent
You know my name (you know my name) – Miss Trina
Baddest bitch aka bread winner
I’m in the club, bad bitches round me
You can find me down in day county

[Hook:]
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain’t mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I’m getting money like pop on the wall
Talking tic tic toc toc tic tic toc toc
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain’t mad at you

Yea
Trina
Baddest bitch
French
Keep ticking bitch
Get your time piece up
Bum bitches
Some new shit
French Montana
The baddest bitch
3 0 5
Day county
Fuck all you other bitches
Yea I said it, yea
Coke boys
Aha
Stop your game up niggas

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Tyga & Ace Hood – Thrilla In Manilla

Goddamn where the show’s at?

Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches

Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manila
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla

Hit with the bat, pull up like a Mac,
Nutted at the front but I hit it from the back,
Off top, Porsche with off top,
Shine like a bald spot, garage like car lot,
Came from the hard knoxs, Sean Carter on them bitches,
Ballin like nino in the carter on them bitches,
Rolling up a smoke then I pour a lil liquor,
Then I kidnap ya bitch, you be callin she don’t pick up,
Fuckin up her make-up, molly and a drinker,
Talk 100 chain bitch had to link up,
I ain’t fuckin undercovers but I’m fuckin up her her walls,
My arm all covered talkin John Wall,
I’m a beast in the east, 100 chains on,
Roll with them pushas and I ain’t Big Sean,
Brown bag spender I had ya main bitch trendin,
Then pass to my dawg I don’t catch feelins

Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches

Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manila
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla

T killa, 8 figure nigga, skinny ties on the drop but my bitch ass bigga,
I’m a home field hitta, you a play the bench nigga,
Got a bitch french vanilla, said my nigga french illa,
One man thrilla, the diabolical dealer,
I eat hoes for dinna, t raw carvin they Denim,
Nigga all in my feelings, I call em bitches they women,
I’m throwin money the price I know this can’t be sinnin, one minute,
I bought it before they can rent it,
These pills hard as adrenaline, fuck it son continuous,
Can’t be actin timid, the cars a quarter million,
I’m far from being far close to broke niggas,
No witness, you need a motherfucker two seater,
Gettin money outta state so long need a visa,
Shout out my nigga Marley mar house with the cheetah,
She gon suck dick and then she gon eat it cause ahh

Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches
Came with my niggas but I’m leaving with my bitches

Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manila
Beat it up beat it up yea thrilla in Manilla

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Diddy & Rick Ross – Shot Caller (Remix)

[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

[French Montana]
Dip-dip dippin’ in the Phantom, thought they seen a ghost
Try live life baby gon make a toast
All white drop head just me and Flocka
My new deal sweeter then Peach Ciroc
I took over the streets didn’t miss a block
Did it for NY baby shout to BIG and Pac
Can I hit it in the condo, can I hit it in the morning like Alonso
Shawty got potential, knew I had to stamp her
Ass like Nicki hair like Amber (coke boy baby)
Coke boy till they bury me
R.I.P the homie Heavy D

[Chorus]

[Diddy]
Dippin’ in the ‘gatti, billboards in Tokyo
Worth about a billion and still run the city
What you really thought I wasn’t comin through
I invented ballin, the shot callin’
Ciroc boy, top 10 hitter
Like she came with the car, left the lot wit’ her
Can I hit it on the jet, Diddy, Rex Ryan, autograph signin’
Shawty kinda flashy I could be her sponsor
Hair like Cassie shoe game is awesome
We on that Ciroc, Redberry with the red bottom
NY we the headline, bitch Imma baller!

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Put the coupe on a pair of Chuck Tailors (ughh)
Bought the block, no love for the neighbors
Top down praying to my lord an’ savior
We on the floor, Pacquaio the world’s greatest
Boxin’ niggas all I ever did was mob and weave
Now the crib 8 mill that’s on everything
Give me props and keep it real ya man hatin’
Not the crib she couldn’t get past the landscapin’
Cranberry Letterman I had ‘em hand made
Double M Genius, even the band playing,
Scarface 500inch flatscreen
Stack cream now the Maybach’s matte green

[Chorus]

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Curren$y – Shot Caller

[Chorus - Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

[French Montana - Verse 1]
Dippin in the ‘lac (slow) 3 in the back (oh)
2 if ya fat (aha) pimpin is a fact
Fresh up out the street hot jump to the top
I be french montana from da da da block
Went solo on ya azz, solo on the ave
All white navy blue polo with the hat
I go rawr rawr like a thunder dragon
From the south Bronx home of the original clappers
Just another case diggin in the crates
Empty out the tool they was fillin it with hate
Livin life fast guess mines on a speed boat
(spark the weed like a …)

[Chorus - Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

[French Montana - Verse 2]
Back on the scene, crispy and clean,
LV the logo even on the chain,
Dopey funny style with a funky funky child
I do it frenchy style I let the money pile
She aint wanna talk till she seen the top off
Call me pimp homicide let her jump off
Feel the texture ? webster
Stand on my own not who I stand next ya
Can I hit it in the morning (mornin’) fo sho I’ll be pimpin like a pro
All the bad bitches know when the money hit the flo better pick it up
(pick it up pick it up pick it up)
French Montana French French Montana

[Chorus - Curren$y (x2)]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

FRENCH MONTANA – Sanctuary

You know
It’s kinda fucked up but
It’s kinda like you’re born to lose, you know what I mean?
Steady young, get your own nigga
Coke boy
Montana

[Hook:]
You already know that
All this money I be staring at
You already know that
All this money I be staring at
All this money I be staring at
Bring your love baby, I’m a bring my shine
Bring the drugs baby, I’m a bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be staring at
All this money I be staring at

[Bridge:]
I don’t know what’s worse
To never get it
Or get it and lose it
You know what I mean? it’s sanctuary baby
You know they say
It’s the game of life
And you don’t get to play it twice
Juuheard?

[Verse 1:]
A car, big mansion with the bezel
Tryna make a deal with the devil
I want it all
Born to lose, ain’t it?
Rules in engagement
Glued to the pavement
Sell it all
My first flip was when the needle hit my vein
Lost at odds is when the drugs fix the pain
Pray for me tatted on my neck
Fuck money, I was dying for my respect
I was high getting wet
Was a way of life
Stranded on the block
Fiends buying worth, only thing in sight
Had to pay in life
Mama working 3 job, father leaning, he high
My home boy on the run, he hot
Montana!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Head shot, didn’t die
God got a plan for you
Bounce back, hit the block
OG got them grams for you
Did it on your own, nobody gave a hand to you
Now you hot, spitting bars, shows 30 grand for you
God protect the child that can hold his own
Almost lost it all for everything he own
Put that on everything
Thought I knew it all but I ain’t know anything
Did it with my dawg, Had to get my weight up
Flip the K’s up
100 round homie lift your braids up
Never put my legs up
I’m working out, it’s working out
They wonder how
Hundred mouth, run a nigga gunning till the sun is down

[Hook]

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & Drake – Pop That

[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

[Drake]
I’m some 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, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
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 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped ‘Take Care’, bought a muthafuckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]

[Lil' Wayne]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin’ bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m fucking wit’ French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin’, I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 5′ 5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, fuck joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Los, Machine Gun Kelly, Diddy & Red Cafe – Ocho Cinco

[Hook: French Montana]
I see you niggas from the side watchin
Got 100 grand in my side pocket
All the hustlas love it you know I speak the lingo
Tell a bitch give me head
(Ocho Cinco) [x3]
Told that bitch give me head
(Ocho Cinco) [x3]
Told that bitch give me head
Ocho cinco

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Face down ass up, pull up in that spaceship with that top down
Bitch pass out, chain light up they blackout
I’m like haaanhh ochco cinco thats a head banger
I see a bitch lookin thirsty told her gon drink up
I head hunt, that new nigga, and what
Shorty got that ochco good head, and butt I’m like (coke boy baby)….
All I got for bitches is pipe water, I came up off a night order

[Verse 2: MGK]
Bitch gave me head till my legs shake
She gave me brain that doesn’t explain why these lames be lovin and cuffin these bitches I don’t nothin bout em
But they head shake, fuck that pussy till her legs break
Bustin
Got a dirty dozen of them wild thangs waitin in a room like an egg crate
Uhh p.a.d, boy ho, and I got b.a.d bitches for my boys so
Don’t treat em like boy I’m servin, black suburban, swervin, thru the hood gettin head like curtains
Any job a good job
So she get a blowjob
Suckin it from 9-5 that bitch workin

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]
Man I say pimps up, hoes down
I say that to say that I only recognize these bitches with they lips up, or from the nose down
I tell her nose dive, then watch em go down, woop [5x]
Bitch I’m cold as ice water, put dick way down yo throat until yo eyes water
Lemme get that for ya, lil mama cause you workin
The way you twerkin, you could fuck around and get a Birkin
She like to crack the dutch down the middle
Drop a Purp in, let me fuck her in the telly
Screaming open up the curtains like
You know French cut, she got on French Cuts
I don’t french kiss, I let my friends cut
Me and Red in an all red Benz truck

[Verse 4: Red Cafe]
I told french I told los I get good head while I’m chaffeured
Momma told me get a nice girl with a good head on her shoulders
Shake down shake downnnn
Came up on them back blocks
Her face on my belt buckle thats what I call (lap top)
Side niggas from the side watchin, guess they got a side view
Puff got me in this penthouse
Thats my view
Thats my crew, they shinin
She on that cain so she could come boss
And her first choice was the number one boss
GOT EM

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Diddy]
Yo bitch, I ‘m a mothafuckin livin legend
I’m bout to send these niggas thru they fifth (depression)
In my absenses niggas speaking silly
I could stand on the mountains and the streets will feel me
Feel the rush and that bad boy
O.b.g and the OG don’t OD cause thats bad boy
She feel royal when she ’round this
King Combs now get me crowned bitch

FRENCH MONTANA – Me & U

I knew dis bitch named candy caught her creepin in my pocket,
I told her don’t be stealin baby whatchu need I got it,
You know that I be lieing if I tell why to shake em’,
I take ya bitch from nothin turn her to a money maker,
Was fuckin wit a nugget now she fuckin wit a laker,
I took from the nuggets now she to that coke n stick ups,
Talkin private flight thou’s a night she hit the shaker,
I took her from the house to a couple thousand on the make up,
Its money in dem couches couple ounces for the wake up,
Primness always grindin never winein crush the grape up,
Toastin by the ocean down to drink up,
Made you never play you life a bitch until we break up,

Me and you,
Yo momma and yo cousin too,
Rollin down the strip on 4′s,
Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors
Me and you,
Yo momma and yo cousin too,
Rollin down the strip on 4′s,
Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

Did it time n time it make no sense a nigga down it,
Could only hit the blunt a couple times n den I out it,
But you know I’m tryna get her higher than a tower,
Sippin on that purple drinkin rollin up dat dowa,
First you get da money den respect and den da power,
Life could be so pretty give you phanny den da flowers,
Keep my circle close make a toast the world is ours,
Shorty gave me brain she graduated outa howard,
I’m countin every second money comin every hour,
You know I’m bringin magic in the game just call me Howard
I’m tryna keep you lookin good when nigga’s lookin sour,
You fuckin wit dem g’s a thousand deaths to dem cowards

Me and you,
Yo momma and yo cousin too,
Rollin down the strip on 4′s,
Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors
Me and you,
Yo momma and yo cousin too,
Rollin down the strip on 4′s,
Pullin up slammin Cadillac doors

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Prodigy, Chinx Drugz – No Sunshine

Man, I remember growing up
Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars
I see nobody there

Now I hope these fuck niggas get better
Start my tino nella
You niggas gonna need him

Counting all the cash, my niggas all in here
You ain’t gotta ask
We been balling all year
Uh cause ain’t no sunshine when your cheese gone
When your cheese gone

Money be the root of evil
Hanging on the block with dirty eagle
Around fiends with dirty needles
The lawyers fee so they never keep you
Broken dreams what the niggas feed you

Watch the game from the tour, that’s 4 seats
Act like they never knew you, now they all speak
Rain wrist, watch and chain, that’s a 4 piece
Seen murder so bad they needed 4 sheets

Satisfaction when I made his head spin
A 57 spun, it made him do the back spin
My pipe smoke more than the crack heads
Biv him up to God he then high as permanent
Ain’t no sunshine when the money gone
Me and my wrist shinin, about 20 homes
Had 40 homies, about 20 gone
Niggas buying cars, taking out 20 loans

Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large
Figured I’d stay around longer and make a couple M’s
Drunk hissy niggas, hold me while I stumble of
You niggas hatin so hard I need 20 tips

Yea, bird niggas just food for my Desert Eagle
Eat til it’s all gone, there’s no running to the people
Nightmares, cold sweats, I’m trippin
My worst fear is being broke like you, it’s forbidden

It’s forbidden, I be in the cold stuntin
Pole spendin with the hustle, made a pole lift
The reason why you held measure
In the crib with no clothes cause the nigga crib for poes listed
40 long nose, Scott Pippen
Start fishin, where the blue seats? Top missin
Count money, breakin down, we’re the same motion
Shark in the tank, a small fish in the ocean

Collect calls from the pimps, talking through receivers
Now a nigga done blew up like Hiroshima
Why body blowin, Cali rollin through Medina
Bout a hundred racks soakin in the joint cleaner
Try your hardest not to snitch but your bitch subpoenaed
3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season
Collect calls from the pimps talking through the glass
Cause I ran up in yo crib talkin through a mass

Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe
Dirty New York niggas get that dough like
The fuck else is they to do?
Fuck a dumb bitch and getting dumb rich making fowl moves
Keep my pits clean so I never get kept
With parole, kiss me, it’s too much to miss
Out here in the fast lane
You must be shittin me
I wait til champagne

Now I hope these fuck niggas get better
Start my tino nella
You niggas gonna need him

Counting all the cash, my niggas all in here
You ain’t gotta ask
Niggas been balling all year
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
When she’s gone gone

Aye
You know you know who you real niggas is when you’re down to your last 5 dollars and you get that
4 dollar nickel bag and a dozen
It’s some nasty shit
On the flip side of the coin
You know what
What a real nigga is
When he did some real money
And that’s how you show me how you really flip
Ya know what I mean?
Back at the end of the day
Lot of these niggas wasn’t ballin before they started rappin
And a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballin
Coke boys baby
From the back blocks for real

FRENCH MONTANA – Mean

I know you’re bad, uh
I know you’re bad

Homie look at me, yea
Why you mad?
30 chains on, shining like bling
I see you mad
You want me down to my last dollar
On it, holla like I’m mean

There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
Shorty so clean
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
Shorty so clean

Diamonds clip
Million dollar meetings in the air
Fly talk medusa face on everything I’m with
Drop ahead, I’m laid back
I’m countin money, I weighed that
I pop ends, straight jacket
I’ll buy a new, I don’t trade back

Me and Harry in that 2 door
Got that hoodie when that suit off
Blowing smoke with that roof off, flying high
I’ll be ridin round with that marvel on
Got a hundred rounds and a hundred pounds
30 grand, did 100 shows
Got high

They won’t comply
They want me on the corner, watch my nigga die
Bad blocks is hell off
Cash in, I chill off
Big shows, I sell out
Real real real, I bail out

Homie look at me, yea
Why you mad?
30 chains on, shining like bling
I see you mad
You want me down to my last dollar
On it, holla like I’m mean

There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
Shorty so clean
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
Shorty so clean

I’m ridin niggs and stars, 8-50 V12
I’m futuristic, clean mic with the sea shells
These, these do my feet
Then place the heat to your cheeks
So I could shoot a beef in Greece
The linen hanging loose now, let the loop down
Doing endos in the coupe, ride with the roof down
And it’s pouring rain
Flip around I’ll put this knife right through your daughter’s name
Smoking different colour, drank when the autumn came
Oh, see me sittin on the sofas leather
No, me and these never worked together
They just want me for these things, I have a quiet
Yo when I told you that I loved you I was lying

Smoke something
Uh
Woo

Homie look at me, yea
Why you mad?
30 chains on, shining like bling
I see you mad
You want me down to my last dollar
On it, holla like I’m mean

There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
Shorty so clean
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
There they go (There they go)
Shorty so clean

Shorty so clean

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz – Marble Floors

[Rick Ross Talking]
So I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like “You fuckin my bitch”-
I’m like I’m fuckin her right now

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin’ work it smellin like they dinner rolls

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don’t even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian Marble
They on that bad batch, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got 10 of those
Cars, cribs thats [?] hoes
Nine piece thats 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, thats 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 Halitosis, ghosts
I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain
GODAMN!

[Hook]

FRENCH MONTANA – Last Of The Real

I’m gangsta
I’m gangsta
Alright
Aye

We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse
The last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse

Stay strapped, got a big number one supersized Big Mac
3-57 in the 57 Maybach
Made you fucking niggas sloppy
I be Rocky Asap, lay you down face flat
Man the last of the real, stackin the mills
I ain’t talkin bout no lipstick when that Mac in your grill
Last of a dying breed, when I fire these
Hundred rounds, nigga stop speaking Guyanese
Got a clip and a chopper full of flower seeds
Niggas hanging all choppers where your momma sleep
We the best coke boys, nigga you ain’t heard

My gun speed you of that way
We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse
We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse

Okay now play like I’m pussy
Killas fuck up your night
20 goons in your kitchen
Why you skyping your wife?
Like here the stash? In the safe
It ain’t no asking you twice
My trigger finger be itching, that bitch be switching them why?
I’m like the last of the real
Well I own the half of a pill
Jumping off that bucket for real
30 niggas ain’t crip with the steel
You don’t want them problems, you don’t want that drama
But I’d watch your mouth, you must be bonkers
You don’t know of your momma, then it’s how with marbles
Black on black, feeling like I knew Obama
Can I do no commerce to your coupes
Is why this miss Madonna
Motherfuck the loyal to your honor
Money and power, I talk that shit yet again

My gun speed you of that way
We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse
We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse

Last of the real, blue steel
We the best, we the realest
Me and Montana, never leave my home without the banner
Stop with my real vest
The last of the real
The one with the money and the whores
Boy fat pussy, finding beating on the floor
Blood clot, real to the floor
They don’t make us no more

We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speed you of that way
My gun speed you of that way
Ra pa pa pam speed you out of that way

We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse
We the last of the real
Pull count it must feel
Last of the real
My gun speaker out of that verse

FRENCH MONTANA – Intro

And I had a dream
About my old school
And she was there all pink and gold and glittery
I threw my arms around her legs
(This the intro!)
Came to me, came to me…
Welcome in your dream
Turn a rich nigga nightmare
Check, Montana, cheese, flip, drink ten
Montana!
There they go
Can’t fuck with us man

We the hottest in the game, how I feel
You ain’t fuckin with my team’s how I feel
You tell your bitch I call her when I feel
Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it
Living for the knife
And I don’t give a fuck if it’s only for the night, dog
Feelin’ it
About the time to go in
Nigga this that dope boy ehhhh
Dog, feeling it
About the time to go in
Montana!

Start to do or die, not endorse suicide
Laws get you crucified, niggas choosing sides
Climbing up the ladder with a blatter full of drank
Work in the attic, mathematics fuck the bags
Can’t die with it, all this money I’mma blow
I’mma stack it to the ceiling that Ferrari say hello
Big mama drama, hundred missed calls
Niggas talking about their drama, I wake up in the morn nigga
Everybody whining, can I live?
Give a fuck about your mom’s how I feel
When you ballin everybody want a part nigga
But even your shadow gon leave you when it’s dark nigga
Can’t beat it, I’m what the gang needed
Told my nigga boss Don gon take it to trial, beat it
Nothing to lose, tattoos around my gull wound
Gonna point the best out and we gon through em
And they gon get it how it’s coming to em
His own mama won’t recognize him, what is done to him
Back against the wind, just me against the world baby
Body numb, full of drugs, help my nerves baby
Montana Mike when it’s crunch time
I done seen death twice, ducking 1 time

PJ’s to the PJ
Can’t fuck with us man
You niggas washed up
Niggas don’t wanna wake up and look like him
Donkey

We the hottest in the game, how I feel
You ain’t fuckin with my team’s how I feel
You tell your bitch I call her when I feel
Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it
Living for the knife
And I don’t give a fuck if it’s only for the night, dog
Feelin’ it
About the time to go in
Nigga this that dope boy ehhhh
Dog, feeling it
About the time to go in
Montana!

Montana

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Curren$y – In The Sun

We’re out in the tsun
Low as possible (don’t cry)
We’re out here in the sun
Low as possible (don’t cry)
We’re out here in the sun
Low as possible (don’t cry)
We’re out here in the sun
Low as possible (don’t cry)
We’re out here in the sun
Low as possible (don’t cry)
We’re out here in the sun
Low as possible (don’t cry)

[Curren$y]
Penning these lyrics from a hammock
With an ounce of kush and a pack of bamboos and a ice cream sandwich
I’m that dude
game given to you from a og point of view
usually I sell it but I got enough to share with ya
Baby if you cookin rolling weed I be so happy with ya
Fuck it you so good you know I’m cheating it won’t matter to ya
You know how daddy do ya spit em make the jet maneuvers
Hop out the club don’t pur vally won’t get a chance to move it
I’m out before I hear the music thats how quick the hoes be choosin
I don’t call it pussy be scrawling to me homeboy
I don’t know who did what
Cuz I was in the cut
Rolling tropicals
Sitting Low as possible
Yewuh

Relax under the sun
Low as possible
Relax under the sun
Low as possible
Relaxd on the sun
Low as possible
Relaxd under the sun
Low as possible
Relaxd on the sun
Low as possible

French Montana
Shawty pussy be the meaniest
I be balling all arenas
Homie high swearing some venus
I mean is when I tell you that I want it I don’t need it
They be known in for procedures
Shawty yelling from the bleachers
Got me reaching like a two guard
two hard ski mask on suit on
Five chains canaries help me cool off two dog
Camaro like Larry flint
block star Rock star
Montana Aerosmith
Forty spit
Homies niggas dying out
I be flying out
Feds on my niggas tail he hiding out
Montana sliding out
Baby don’t be fucking with my hot
Suck a nigga dry
I be low as possible tryna clear up my mahind
Montana B’c

Relax under the sun
Low as possible
Relax under the sun
Low as possible
Relaxd on the sun
Low as possible
Relaxd under the sun
Low as possible
Relaxd on the sun
Low as possible

FRENCH MONTANA – I Like Girls (Freestyle)

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