FRENCH MONTANA feat. Fat Joe – Hip Hop

Niggas be talkin that Bonnie & Clyde shit
Man, that’s that movie shit
All I know how to do is keep it 100 with my dogs

I love my main piece and my side piece
Niggas acting shavy so I’m riding with my lady dog
Hide em wherever, hide em wherever
She know it’s whatever
We roll we roll we roll
We roll we roll we roll

Love a bad bitch, get a Celine on
Young Al Green get my lean on
One love, one love
I’m talking eyes illmatic for my semi-automatic
I spot it from the corner with the one, got the city high
Made Mill’s label on my back
Why didn’t Diddy buy?
Take that boost, something out the loo
Hopping out the trunk, bumping booze
Bad bitches, 6 inch heels
Made 6 mills
New jury set, cost me 6 deals
Count them hundreds while shorty count 20’s
Shorty keep behind
It’s all bad cuz he’s bluntin

I love my main bitch and my side btch
Niggas acting shady so I’m riding with my lady dog
Roof off the Rolls, feel close to God
Fuck all mileage, you married to the mafia

I love my main piece and my side piece
Niggas acting shavy so I’m riding with my lady dog
Hide em wherever, hide em wherever
She know it’s whatever
We roll we roll we roll
We roll we roll we roll

I match braces to her elbow
Platinum Chanelle when my nigga barely sell gold
Back to 5-60 was the Melrose
A nigga dug his way up out the cell ho
Now yellow tape that bitch
This girl, you be killin em, they hate that shit
Seen you on Instagram, skyin out of Switzerland
Yea ho, you turned me to a different man
Rule a book off the shelf, the wrong move
It’s big business that make the small moves
On the waterfall, mark a small cruise
My bitch right, I ain’t make a wrong move

I love my main piece and my side piece
Niggas acting shavy so I’m riding with my lady dog
Hide em wherever, hide em wherever
She know it’s whatever
We roll we roll we roll
We roll we roll we roll

FRENCH MONTANA – State Of Mind

Some people like to get away
Some people like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood
But I’m takin a greyhound
On that hudson river line
I’m in the New York state of mind

[Verse 1]
Fornication at an all-time high
Tryina make it was a full time job
I mean damn near lotto, damn near robbery
Coming from the bottom, see grinding never bothered me
Bookin on this foe while my brain fried
Hustle by the same sign serving them
Leanin off the ash, had the same job
Sacrifices, going through the crisis
Working with a little, got negotiatin crisis
All the years we was real close
Now I see these faces on the pictures
Man, wishing we was here toastin’
There it is what it be
But this time I take away your misery and make it mine

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Can I live with prices in my head?
Talk the life is doin bizz, say I help em learn to pray
Turn my high thoughts to a jackpot
Hard head niggas soft ass shorty, ass soft in the hard top
Clean with it, 30 clip make you lean wit it
Niggas talkin bout but we live it
See we sidin, try and keep it on me
Body & soul, fast money and hoes
We’re gonna hate you til you leave
Matter of fatigue
All winter, fish the chief, Long John Silver
Lows with the highs, sweatin tellin lies
Singing to the boys, got everybody doin time
Today one payday, everyone greedy
Second place first loose, we made it
Takin easy
Call the many lions hit the block when your baby crying
Have to slay the mount deggen killing freedom signs
Slip through the back door, come clap the back board
Get it when you’re supposed to, never when you aks for it
Fuck niggas seeing copy, aks in gobbie
Niggas hall trees, we cover all ends
Back to the top, throw the top in the back in the coupe mean
Bitch see the crib, try to move in
Herb those, hoes never turned good bitches
But the good bitches turned hoes
Long ball with us

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Ma$e, Rico Love – Grownups

Not tryna put a bunch of pressure on you but em…
I don’t even drink champagne
What’chu think all of this is for?

[Hook:]
So(/Is) tell your homegirl you gon’ be alright
& make your way to my room
I’m pretty sure they’ll hate on me tonight
But it’s cool, cause we gon’ do the things that grown-ups do

[Verse 1: Mase]
Harlem in the house [x4]
Now I can be your lover, brother or be multi-facet
I can do, anything if you’ll ever ask it
I can dress hood if you want me, switch up!
Now I can be suited & booted, or can mix it up
I can make you feel as if I’m the only [?]
I can keep a job mami, I can work a shift
I can bring you soup & orange juice, if you really sick
Or I can put a rose in my mouth & bring a gift
I want you out the hood for good
I want you on your feet
I want you being e’rything you thought you couldn’t see
I want your mind as free as a dolphin in the sea
I want your intimacy, look into me & see
C’mon, you know them hits from top 40
Got my house? a walkie talkie
All these bad chicks bore me
You the only shorty for me haaa!

[Bridge:]
Don’t say, what you won’t do
Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups
& It’s been a lot of money spent because of you
At this time of night
The only thing left to do…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Bronx in the house
BX in the house
French Montana, Coke Boys in the house
Hol’ up, slo’ up, fedz roll up
Niggas starving. Coke boys & the girls doin’ donuts
30 thousand over there, 30 models over there
When you talk about feet, 30 thousand in the air
I’m a coke boy, she cum second to the blow
Gotta break her back, she won’t love me when I’m broke
Versace Dom, feel free you like shocking huh?
60 seconds or less & I’ll be gone
Hundred carats on my piece, I promise I’ll never lease
I’m married to the streets so I’m carried off the streets haaa
I’m not the one to have you on a lease sign
Keeping it 100, 100 thousand dollar piece on
I get low on blocks, niggas go police on
& when them bands pop, I don’t need a refund

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rico Love]
The millest in this bitch, I’m the prezzie ho
Prezzie row, 50k for the bezzie though
Rico Love, we ain’t even know you could rap
She said you let me in your section & you could tap
Hundred bottles in the club, you could Google that
Fliest nigga on the fucking globe, check Google maps
Lame at the bar but your girl up in here
& I think she wanna show me her le pearl of Brazil, yea!
A fuck nigga’s worst nightmare
Fuck a bad bitch, I’m only paying flight fare
These hoes tell a mayne, go & get the jury form
Posting pictures on the web, with your jury on
(Bitch) Tryna kill a nigga vibe, word to Kendrick
My wardrobe makes 4 perfect entries
The kind of name that it never hurts to mention
The size of my tip, should tell you my intention so…

[Bridge]

[Hook]

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Fat Joe & Wale – Don’t Go Over There

Don’t go over there, shit, I be skating too
So don’t go over there, ahh

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, over there
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, over there
Beefing over there
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap over there, ah

[Hook:]
Heard they shooting niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Stabbing, killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
South side, we from over there, ah
Heard they killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Stabbing, killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
East side, we from over there, ah
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there

South side, they call that, they shoot guns, they snoll that
They ride chains, they carjack, got a payback for all that
Don’t, don’t go over there, nigga trim from over there
Run upon you that nigga, cash out right over there
Ain’t nothing changed, still fucking niggas over there
Catch them niggas slipping, then we leave them niggas over there
Them mad bitch be blowing there, don’t get touring over there
Coke boys had snown there, like boston george that blow in there
Chop town off now my coupe looking brainless
I be twisted off a blue while my niggas twisting fingers
And it let them niggas famous, get you couple pages on the news nigga
Don’t make one move, montana

[Hook:]
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
South side, we from over there, ah
Heard they killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Stabbing, killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
East side, we from over there, ah
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there

Cracks on the block, niggas call that life oh
Hustlers on the corners doing pull ups on the light bulb
Shawty got hit, ain’t even party yet
Been about a week the family ain’t get the body yet
Police don’t come over here, please don’t come over here
You on your own if you getting caught over here
She bust that pussy open, she’s a hoe there
And knew a popping that you gotta, we was over there
The stash that you left, it ain’t over there
Fucked her 4 times and never went back over there
You know I don’t care, never gave a fuck
Like a church full of nuns, ain’t no saving us

[Hook:]
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
South side, we from over there, ah
Heard they killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Stabbing, killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
East side, we from over there, ah
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there

Nigga I’m from over there, where bitches got them fake lids, fake ass and that bogus hair
Ha, load is here, better know my soldiers here
Mix it up lil more in here, thank got got my chaufeur here
Everytime my show is here, and I know them hoes in here
And my flow that sixtine chapel, gotta know my shock is real
My flow is real, and I keep my toes and ear
And I keep my hoes in check, and I keep my foes in fear
Don’t go over there, nah, not there or there, or there or there

[Hook:]
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
South side, we from over there, ah
Heard they killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Stabbing, killing niggas, don’t go over there, ah
Heard he happen niggas don’t go over there, ah
East side, we from over there, ah
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there
Don’t go over there, don’t go over there

FRENCH MONTANA feat. J. Cole, Rick Ross – Diamonds

Ricky Rozay
J. Cole
Montana
Diamonds

[Intro: J. Cole]
It’s a real nigga revolution, real nigga revolution
This should not be televised

[Hook]
Now let me see them fucking diamonds [6x]

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Now on some sweet shit I want my kisses when I want them
On some freak shit I want my dick sucked when I want it
On some G Shit I got my chips up now I’m balling
On some Kieth Sweat, I sang them bitches get to falling, on some Veal shit
Made the bar like a goalie net
On some real shit I ain’t set the time on my Roley yet
Foolish nigga, always been the coolest nigga, way before you knew this nigga
I went to school with niggas, snatched they bitch then tutor niggas
My hoes smoke I watch them, don’t roll the blunts I just cop them
Feed her shots of the vodka, she open up like a locker
She a bougie chick seen every flick at the Oscars, she say I’m just like Sinatra
Her pops is into the opera, will look here my dear I’m the Pavarotti of rhymers
In a brand new Maserati how PapparazzI gon’ find us
With my windows tinted like a limo, this is where I write my demo
Duckin the devil you could say I live my life a limbo

[Hook]
Now let me see them fuckin diamonds, neck full of diamonds, bracelet full of diamonds, watch full of diamonds, rings full of diamonds, you know I be shinin
Drippin in diamonds, bitches love them diamonds, (now throw up ya motherfuckin) now let me see them fuckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds, now let me see them fuckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Rose from the bottom
I brush dust the dirt off my shoulders
Pinky ring got a boulder, that bitch cost 10 crores
Get so swizz on the beats
I’m so swift with a freak
Know I’m draped like a king, strapped with iron, chic
Call my chick Cleopatra
She got rings on her toes
Kings living forever I die embalm me in gold
All the bad bitches mourn, somebody sing me a song
Let the kids touch my casket make sure my neck full of stones
Put my face on that cheddar
Got big stones in my bezel
Friends come and they go but a diamond forever
Make sure this car ride slow
Rozay, J.Cole
Got 3 mill on my neck
Red seude cane gold

[Hook]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Neck full of diamonds
Wrist worth an island
40 niggas strapped up…
Yeah 49ers
40/40 bank 40 commas
Give them 40 cash and 40 on consignment, (haaanhh)
Diamonds we got Mills on
Connected like a jail phone
Shorty want to ride it on top with her heels on
Playin with them falcons like I’m from Decatur
Different zip code every if you talk about my neighbor nigga!
You know we play with different paper nigga
Staples center get your head full of staples nigga
I’m talking Paul Pierce with the handle nigga
And all my diamonds clear like a sample nigga

FRENCH MONTANA – Devil Want My Soul

[Hook: x2]
I pray to God I ain’t ever dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain’t ever going broke
Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
What the business is keep minds on Allah
Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money never fold
Gettin money fast, watchin niggers dying slow

[Verse 1:]
Whippin on that slow
Hoppin out that ghost
With a hundred chains on this industry is cold
Fuck them niggas song
Everything we saw
Made it out the corner, I’m fifty racks a show
Whippin on that stove
Got my money grown money
Orders to my brother, ice got em all hung
Hustle in my bones
Better watch your tone
Niggas catch your life just for talkin on that phone
We get it on our own
Now everythin we own
Tell em stop smalls talkin, all my money grown
Mansion on my own
Coke boy talk
Made it out the bottom, out the bottom like I told em

[Hook: x2]
I pray to God I ain’t ever dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain’t ever going broke
Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
What the business is keep minds on Allah
Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money never fold
Gettin money fast, watchin niggers dying slow

[Verse 2:]
Promise never fold (aah)
And my money never fold (aah)
Made it to the top like I told em (aah)
Let em keep talkin I’mma show em (aah)
That I’mma bring to any nigga that want it-
Ooh devil wants my soul
Self made millionaire! no nigga I owe
Made it out that hole, now watch a nigga ball
24 chains, 24k gold
High School to the Pros, ballin like lebron
Would not, young niggas tressin, goin hard
Came up I was poor, now rosé I pour
And I ain’t scared of shit nigga

[Hook: x2]
I pray to God I ain’t ever dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain’t ever going broke
Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
What the business is keep minds on Allah
Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money never fold
Gettin money fast, watchin niggers dying slow

FRENCH MONTANA feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Chinx Drugz – Black And White

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

FRENCH MONTANA – Hatin On A Youngin

What they talkin bout?
Chop I swag it
I’m a coke boy yea
Swerve it
Aye aye aye aye

So what they talkin bout?
So what they talkin bout?
So what they talkin bout?

House cellars, diamond ceiling
We talk a hundred bags, you still gon smell it
Got some hoes with us, they go getters
Tat a coke boy on they head and ball with us
More fellas, I wear 4 letters
Stretching out the work, it was all Venice
Your boy stylin, your brother smiling
Red Ferrari, gotta call about it
Got a bad batch, too much puff around it
My bitch ass fat, you gotta walk around it
Made niggas, 80 figures
Call fresh up out of luck, pay stiggers

Mo fetish, niggas ball jealous
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it
I’ll get it, I’ll just go and get it
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it

I don’t sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it
I don’t sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it

I’m talkin snow mountain when my time off
I’ll tell your main bitch get a climb on
I pull wingers, give me 4 minutes
In a stove top whip a full business
Wave flipper, pay strippers
Jack dealer, every sipper
My dough brother, co-pilot
Deep down fresher than 4 stylin
Niggas hatin from the side watchin
Got 40 grand in my side pocket
Just go and get it, your bitch ball hit it
Heard you hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it

Mo fetish, niggas ball jealous
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it
I don’t get it, I’ll just go and get it
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it

I don’t sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it
I don’t sweat it, so what they talkin bout?
Heard they hatin on a youngin but I don’t sweat it

French Montana - Freaks

Freaks, Some gyal ah freak ah Di week, some gyal ah(x4)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Lights up the fire
You know we get higher
Rollin’ up loud real niggas move quiet
Like it then I buy it
You donkeys on a diet
Bring all my jewels you know I start a riot
Ridin’ with the bliquor
Messin’ up her make up
You blowin’ up her phone
She aint trying to pick up
Drinkin out the bottle
I’m leanin’ with a model
I throw a hundred racks up
You think I hit the lotto
Ridin’ with the wolves I aint talkin Minnesota
Shorty coming over
Gon’ bend it over
Let me play Conan
Put a drink on it
Heard you a Freak
Put my name on it (Montana)

[Hook]

[Bridge:French Montana]
This girl Tammy said she order
She want to give it to me out the door
This girl fuckin’ like she know me
She backed it up and she tipped out her toes

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
He said he met this little girl by the name of Anicka
When my body she up all the boys wanna freak her
Brotherly boss they be doin’ the most ifa
Look at his friend who be grippin the toaster
I took him to the crib to kill him with it
Put my legs behind my head hit the ceiling with 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
I sapasa
You aint got no wins in mi casa
Big fat pussy Mufusta
Hit up naked, hit. new neakers hit up plaza
Some of them say gully
Some of them say buzza

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
Where my bad bitches at?
Where my bad btiches at?
Pretty gang make noise
Pretty gang make noise
Pretty gang at the fucka at the at the fucka

[Bridge 3: French Montana]
Where my bad bitches at?
Where my bad bitches at?
Rude girls make noise
Rude girls make noise
Rude girl act fucked up act act the fuck up
Act the fuck up, act act the fuck up

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I come through like I mean numb Nicki
I came through South side Jamaica Queen bitch
And everyboody know you are my...

[Verse 4: French Montana]
I come through like, I mean not French
I came through South Bronx like it's league bitch
Everybody know you on my dick
Montana, Haaa