FRENCH MONTANA

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Pop That (Feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne)

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook: Uncle Luke] Don’t...

Ocho Cinco (Feat. P. Diddy, Machine Gun Kelly, Red Cafe & King Los)

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook: French Montana] I...

Headquarters (Feat. Red Cafe & Chinx Drugz)

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro: French Montana...

Shot Caller (Remix) [Feat. P. Diddy, Rick Ross & Charlie Rock]

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster...

Off The Rip

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Chinx Drugz (French...

Hang On (Intro)

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [?] Lord you a...

Playing In The Wind II

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook:] All my niggas...

Let You Know

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook:] Grind don’t stop I...

Sweetest Thing

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] Words came to...

Dontchu

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] Don’t push me...

How You Want It

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Part 1:][Intro:] We always...

Poison

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook:] Let me talk...

Haaaaan (Max B Speaks)

FRENCH MONTANA none none none I’m the voice...

Ghetto Prayer

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Sample:] Blew my chance...

Hey My Guy

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] One time for...

If I Die

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook] I can’t sell...

40

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] Lay down Montana Trigga[Hook: French...

Marble Floors

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Rick Ross Talking] So...

Throw It In The Bag

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook: x2] Bitches and...

Drink Freely

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Bridge:] You and yo...

Bust It Open

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook:] Get it, Get...

We Go Where Ever We Want

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] Yeah It’s time for...

Freaks

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro: Nicki Minaj] Ha...

Pop That

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Rick Ros:] Drop that...

I Told Em

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook:] All we do...

Ballin’ Out

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] I got tats...

Gifted

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Verse 1 –...

Fuck What Happens Tonight

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro: DJ Khaled] Fuck...

When I Want

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Pre-Hook:] I got kush...

Paranoid

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro: Johnny Maycash] Yeah,...

Ain’t Worried About Nothin’

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Chorus:] Nigga, I ain’t...

Trap House

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] You know my...

Once In A While

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Max B Speaking][Hook...

Thrilla In Manilla

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Goddamn where the...

Mean

FRENCH MONTANA none none none I know you’re...

Dance Move

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Bust a dance...

No Sunshine

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Man, I remember...

Hip Hop

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Niggas be talkin...

Tic Toc

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Trina Trina Aha French Montana...

Triple Double

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook: Curren$y] Every day...

Weed Skit

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Okay I want...

Last Of The Real

FRENCH MONTANA none none none I’m gangsta I’m gangsta Alright Aye We...

Don’t Go Over There

FRENCH MONTANA none none none Don’t go over...

State Of Mind

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook] Some people like...

Devil Want My Soul

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook: x2] I pray...

Hatin On A Youngin

FRENCH MONTANA none none none What they talkin...

Grownups

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Intro:] Not tryna put...

Water

FRENCH MONTANA none none none See I could...

Yayo

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook – Future] All...

Baby Momma Skit

FRENCH MONTANA none none none “Ay dawg, I’m...

Ocho Cinco

FRENCH MONTANA none none none [Hook: French Montana] I...

Pop That (Feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Hook: Uncle Luke]
Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that

 

[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

 

[Drake & Rick Ross]
I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch

 

[Hook 2: French Montana]
What you twerkin with
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you twerkin with

 

[Verse 1: 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 chasing Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
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 inhaling smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that (Haaan)
We pop a molly, she buss it open (Haaan)
She seen the ‘gatti, that pussy soaking

 

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 2: 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
Talking 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
Balling, balling 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
Two for me, two for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3: 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
Picking up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player 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, 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]

 

[Verse 4: 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 Proactiv 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 in 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 Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

 

[Hook]

Ocho Cinco (Feat. P. Diddy, Machine Gun Kelly, Red Cafe & King Los)

[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 ocho cinco thats a headbanger
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 done came up off a night order

 

[Verse 2: MGK]
Bitch gave me head till my legs shake (Burrr)
She gave me the brain
But that doesn’t explain
Why these lames be lovin’ and cuffin’ these bitches
I don’t know shit about ’em but they head shape
Fuck that pussy til her legs break
Bustin
Got a dirty dozen of them brown thangs waitin in a room like an egg crate
Uhh B-A-D, boy ho
And I got B-A-D bitches for my boys so
Treat em like pollo, serve ’em, black suburban
Swervin, through the hood gettin head like turbans
Any job a good job so she get a blowjob
Suckin it from 9-5 that bitch workin
Kells

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3: Los]
Man I say pimps up, hoes down
I say that to say that
I only recognize these bitches with they limbs up, or from the nose down
I tell her nose dive, then watch em go down
Woop! Woop!
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 gon 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
(Don’t stop! Pop that, pop that!)
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 down
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, that’s my view
Thats my crew, they shinin
She on that came 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 absence niggas speaking silly
I could stand on the mountains and the streets’ll feel me
Feel the rush and that bad boy
OBG that OG, don’t OD cause that’s bad boy
She feel royal when she ’round this
King Combs, now give me crown, bitch

Headquarters (Feat. Red Cafe & Chinx Drugz)

[Intro: French Montana & Red Cafe]
You know what I’m sayin’ like, real talk man, like, niggas ain’t know about no Molly’s til niggas brung it to the, to the table (yeah) nigga like
Right
Harve Pierre
Niggas wasn’t sayin’ no
(Cokeboy)
Coke Boy 3
(Shakedown)
What it be like
This motherfuckin’ round table
(Big baller baby)
Breaking down this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean)
Bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin’ boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit)
Red talk to em
Wooooooooooo
(Shakedown)
Ay eh ay aye

 

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I strapped up, I hit the block (Hann)
French said they need fish-scale I hit the docks (Hann)
I punch in my card, bout 6 o’clock (Hann)
Wizard in the kitchen, magic when it hit the pot (Hann)
Lately I find more ho niggas than hoes (Woo)
I ice my watch, hopin’ time get froze
I’m a coke boyy, hello hello hello (hello)
Pardon my G if that sounded sentimental (Hann)
Heavy-metal I bang in every ghetto (Hann)
Shakedown baby, everything is a go (Hann)
Gucci down to my toes, Louis Vuitton luggage
Rapped the 6th on the bridge, hopped out said fuck it (Hann)
I grind non-stop even when it’s snowin’
Cuz I ain’t goin’ broke like the nigga Terrell Owens (Woo)
They know I been a shooter
No longer count money, I measure stacks with a ruler, I am the new ruler (Hann)
Brooklyn till they kill me
Forever keep it filthy (Hann)
Got rich cuz my motherfuckin’ work look milky (Hann)
I love my niggas, forever though (Hann)
And that white girl, never let her go

 

[Hook: French Montana]
IIIIIII (I), I be so high (I be so high)
And that bullshit don’t bother me (Don’t bother me)
IIIIIII (I), real niggas fo’ life (real niggas fo’ life)
I’m outchea livin’ sucker free
IIIIIII (I), I be so high (I be so high)
And that bullshit don’t bother me (Don’t bother me)
IIIIIII (I), real niggas fo’ life (real niggas fo’ life)
I’m outchea livin’ sucker free

 

[Verse 2: Chinx Drugz]
Uhhh
Devil red Maserati, call the reverend on em (Uhhh)
Gave em my whole life, but certain shit I never told em (Nah)
Choppin’ the pavement on them blades (What)
Most niggas get they shot, hardship is but a faze (Yeah)
Ballin’ on that hard top
Know they hear my screechin’ J’s
Genius on that stove top, work cut 6 different ways (Ways)
In life there’s 6 degrees of separation (Yeah)
Fear leads to hesitation (Yeah)
Rose from the project gutters, boy that’s elevation (That’s right)
Pick the pace up on them niggas, that’s acceleration (Wassup)
My ensembles elegant, boy that’s Ellen Tracy
I fucked the game 3 times, now I’m yellin’ trace em (That’s right)
You see them green and white diamond, boy that’s segregation (Feel me now)
Top naked, engine revvin’, tell them niggas race me (Vroom)
Your main bitch my reflection all she do is face me (Drugz)
All the money and the fame and the fornication (Yeah)
They say my mental is a gun, but I broke the safety

 

[Hook: French Montana]

 

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Uhhh
Rappin’ never been part of the plan (Nah)
Gettin’ bricks 35, Kevin Durant
Man it is what it be’s(Beads), Mardi Gras (New Orleans)
You know I beez in the trap, ask Nicki Mar (Wooo)
Been doing this shit here since ye’ tall (Han)
Gettin’ head from her, when Ye called
I made it nigga (Made it nigga)
You hated nigga (Hated nigga)
You dinosaur niggas, outdated nigga (Han)
I seen a snow mountain, I skate it nigga
This the aftermath, you shady nigga
Cradle to the grave, make a Caesar out your braids
Got a kilo of that haze
And we all smokin’

 

[Hook: French Montana]

 

[Bridge: Chinx Drugz]
IIIIIIII ohhhhh I
Been had this hustle all in my veins
For so long
Have you ever felt that way
IIIIIIII ohhhhh I
Feel like I wanna give it all away
For so long
(I’m a cokeboy, ima ima cokeboy)
Have you ever felt that way

 

[Hook: French Montana]

Shot Caller (Remix) [Feat. P. Diddy, Rick Ross & Charlie Rock]

Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex….

 

[Diddy]
Ay yo bring me a hundred bottles
It’s a lil’ dark in here
It’s time we light this bitch up
Oh you know we had to do the remix, right?
This is the remix
Oh, it’s only right

 

[Hook: Charlie Rock]
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 want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura, she want a shot caller

 

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Dipping in the Phantom, thought they seen a Ghost
Try live life, baby gon’ make a toast
All white drop head just me and Flock
My new deal sweeter than 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 in the condo
Can I hit in the morning like Alonzo
Shorty got potential, knew I had to stamp her
Ass like Nicki, head like Amber (Coke boy baby)
Coke boy ’til he bury me
R.I.P. to homie Heavy D

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 2: Diddy]
Dippinп in a Gotti, billboards in Tokyo
Worth about a billi and I still run the city
What you really thought? I wasn’t coming through
I invented balling, the shot calling
Ciroc boy, Top 10 hitter
Like she came with a car left the lot with her
Can I hit it on a jet
Be Rex Ryan autograph signing
Shorty kinda flashy, I could be her sponsor
Hair like Cassie, shoe game is awesome
We on that Ciroc, red berry with the red bottom
NY, we the headliners

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Put the coupe on a pair of Chuck Taylors
Bought the block no love for the neighbors
Top down, praying to my Lord and savior
We on the floor, Pacquiao the world’s greatest
Boxing niggas all I ever did was mob and weave
Now the crib eight mil, that’s on everything
Give me props or keep it real your man hating
Not the crib, she couldn’t get past the landscaping
Cranberry letterman I had ’em handmade ’em
Double M Genius, even the band playing
Scarface, 500 inch flat screen
Stack cream, now the Maybach net green

 

[Hook]

Off The Rip

[Chinx Drugz (French Montana):]
Oh me, oh my my (Haan!)
Gon need more quinine (Montana!)
Oh me, oh my my (Haan! Off the rip)
Gon need more quinine (Aye aye aye)[Bridge – French Montana:]
I’ma ride with my dog off the rip
Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip
Dope boy back, popping tags off the rip, nigga off the rip
Started from the block, dirty money off the rip
Cut a shark fin, talking money off the rip
Walk up on the dealer, a hundred fifty off the rip
My dog came home, buck fifty off the rip
Haan![Hook – Chinx Drugz (French Montana):]
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Oh me, oh my my
Cut dope, gon need more quinine (off the rip)
Forty knock his head off (off the rip)
Drop top V, niggas spared off (off the rip)[French Montana:]
Rarri looking good on a strip
Talking a hundred mill as I mothafucking grip
Johnny Hancock, ten milli off the rip
Shawty bought her friends off the rip
Bitch bust it open, eating pussy off the rip
Westside, getting blood money with a crip
My dog getting out, money orders off the rip, boy
Spend a car note on my fit, boy
Manute Bol hanging off my clip, boy
Niggas running like a skit, boy
I’ll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Built the empire brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy[Hook][Chinx Drugz:]
Coke Boys get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stashed
You monkey walk, I’m hunchbacked, speak quiet
Talking ’bout mi casa, scared to death when I pop up[Bridge][Hook][French Montana:]
Started with a hooptie and I went and got a Beamer
Pull up in a boat, titanic La Marina
Shout out to young gunner, spend a hundred on my timer
Looking through the smoke and mirrors, smoking marijuana
Rarri and the Gatti and the Beamers and the Benzes
Homicide china, yeah my door off the hinges
Riding with some cubans that be fresh up out that border
Making back a whole thang, breaking down a quarter
Drophead, getting dome, riding through New Orleans
Hit them shots ringing then I hit a money caller
Counting up my blessings, counting money keep a dollar
Drophead white mink on when it’s colder[Hook x2][N.O.R.E.:]
Coke Boys get the coke money, plenty cash
Live niggas just smoke ash, Phantom seat stashed
You donkey walk, I’m hunchbacked, buck quiet
Talking ’bout mi casa, you TMZ niggas gossip[French Montana:]
Off the rip, off the rip
Off the mothafucking rip, boy

Hang On (Intro)

[?]
Lord you a stranger
All is [?] destiny
Streets was hard
When you was suspect, you were talkin’
Honor roll, red carpet
Catch me speedin’, watch us park
You a stranger to me (stranger)
Swizz Beatz, Swiss accounts, Swisher Sweets (Swisher Sweets)
Switchin’ freaks, switchin’ cars [?]
Hurt your heart, Instagram hurt your heart
Ask her what’s your favorite position, she said “Swipe the card”
Dealin’ with a whole lotta (whole lotta)
Swear we high off the OG in the lowrider
If it ain’t that blue dot, it’s the gold bottle
Wish you was next to me
Devil was busy, God was blessin’ him
Double parked in the hampton
Walkie talkies in the mansion
Strapped against him, chain [?] laid for cancer
Pray for answers, ballin’ should’ve played for cancer
Stunt my ass off, shawty said, “Pick your pants up”
And I swear, when I’m down
Drugs are for me
And I swear
Drugs and hoes on me
Niggas tried to count me out
Better count me in, 10 mil’, count it out
Pipe it down, Eddie Murphy, [?]
Stretch them commas, watch me dress and stylin’
If that brain good, pay tuition, ride through college
Ride through Howard, strapped, fight for hours
Public enemy, had to fight the power
Drinkin’ Hennessy, with guns and powder
Ridin’ with some gangstas, smokin’ that loud
You stuntin’ in the club and then the club hatin’
You bought a hundred bottles, Ciroq paid it
Since a youngin’, nigga, block paid me
Hundred bricks turned to cash money, yeah baby
Switch the topic, stitch the [?]
Medusa head lion head custom in car
Oversized Wraith, overpay to park it
My bitch worth 50 mil’, paparazzi on her
You can get with this, or you can get with that
And you can get with this, and this where it’s at
Custom made shit, dealer plates
Lookin’ killers in the face
Beef with 50, I was cool with Banks
Swipe chips, empty out the banks
Talkin’ cars, I pump a lotta tanks
Bad Boy, Death Row, pockets Franklins
They killed Stack, I came out with Chinx
Fidel Castro, a hundred links
Made me an animal, I bought a hundred minks

Playing In The Wind II

[Hook:]
All my niggas fly high, we playin’ in the wind
All my niggas fly high, we playin’ in the wind
All my niggas fly high, we playin’ in the wind
All my niggas flyin’ high, we playin’ in the wind[Verse:]
Frank Lucas and Blake Griffin
St. Thomas or San Quentin
Trips to Puerto Rico, all that Rico Love
Packs in the hallway is [?]
Paranoid, yeah the streets talk
Got me swimmin’ with the Desert, man, seahawk
I be swervin’, got a hundred thousand in my denim
And we can talk about these crabs for dinner
Pop them pills, smokin’ dank, drinkin’ lean too
Got me runnin’ through the fire with gasoline suit
All eyes, closed mouth
Fake friends, lost ties, [?]
Courtside, climb fences, barbed wires
Bars wired, been ballin’, Karlton Hines
Whispers in the dark give you cold heart
Kill the ink, paid in full, Eric B
Rakim Allah, say a prayer doin’ bad or good
Buy the charts, can’t buy the hood[?] in the paint, [?] in the lane
Welker with the bank, piranhas in the tank
Shorty want me back
Was the best she ever had[Hook]

Let You Know

[Hook:]
Grind don’t stop
I be tryin’ to get mine off top
Baby gon’ grind on top
Baby please
Baby gon’ grind on top of me
Baby please
Don’t lie
Had to let you know[Verse 1:]
If you talk about whip it’, I got work for years
I took 50 racks, bought some veneers
Smile at them haters, hope you see me clear
Had to let you know, act up, I let you go
When the fiens start to copping
Is when my dreams die with Martin
They won’t buy you soup when you’re alive
But they’ll buy you flowers in that box
Started with Max B out in Harlem
Had to let you know, act up I let ’em go
Spend a hundred racks behind that velvet rope
Had to let you know, act up, I let you go[Hook][Verse 2:]
Well connected, well respected
Mighty dollar and that armor kept me well protected
All weapons concealed, no evil shall prosper
To the mighty one, ridin’ with my shotgun
I show you them cars, I show you them broadz
I show you them chains, I show you them scars
Started with a thought, cause we ain’t have alot
Always knew I’d be a star, maybe an astronaut[Hook]

Sweetest Thing

[Intro:]
Words came to me that I wrote on the back of my boarding pass
Words for you
I called to you, you passed me by
Singing long goodbyes made you cry
I went away again to play a show
What I had to say, you’ll never know
So I caught my plane and I hit the sky
30 thousand feet, yeah up so high
I’m lonely as I’m sitting here watching the clouds go by
The song is just a star
To make up for all the time we’ve been apart
And all it has to say
Is what I tried to say today[Hook:]
Gon’ bust it wide, get me in the mood
Still gettin’ high with the same old crew
Gon’ bend it over from the back and make it talk
We ain’t gotta put a title on to play your part
Real niggas back in style
Real bitches back in style
Real niggas back in style
She gon’ put it in, was the sweetest thing she ever said
“Hit it from the back” was the sweetest thing she ever said
Gon’ bend it over, baby, gon’ make it talk
We ain’t gotta put a title on to play your part[Verse:]
Baby I always come back for you
Baby I always come back for you
She don’t like R&B, she like to do it
Every time goin’ deep, fall in love
On the island, Dominican rum
Bend it over from the back ’til your leg get numb
Baby, forever be my lady
Twisted off the Yac and the purp, Montana been waitin’
If I ever came in your mouth without tellin’ yah, my fault
Baby gon’ bend down, hit the bottom, don’t talk
Baby please, got the same friends, enemies[Hook][Outro:]
Real niggas back in style
Real bitches back in style
Real niggas back in style
Real bitches back in style

Dontchu

[Intro:]
Don’t push me down, God, push me.
He kept on pushin’ and pushin’,
he wanted to see how much he could push a human being.
Then I fell like a bag of potatoes on Northern Avenue[Hook:]
Baby why don’t you
You want a real nigga, don’t you?
Don’t front, baby, don’t you?
Gon’ keep it 100, baby don’t you lie
Don’t you
Gon’ keep a hundred, baby don’t you?
I know you need a real nigga, don’t you?
Baby don’t front, don’t you[Verse:]
Wish my money was a little taller, wish I was a baller
Wish I had a bitch on stand, I could call her
Count a hundred bands, we be fuckin’ ’til the morn’
I’m a baller, baby
You want a real nigga, baby
Don’t post me on your ‘Gram, baby
Gon’ bust it wide open, baby, don’t you
Drop dead, blowin’ smoke, baby don’t you?
Baby don’t you, don’t you lie
Whippin’ in the Benzo
Never put me in the friend zone
Montana, I’m the Don Dada
Gucci suit with the brown collars
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ye, shimmy ye
Walk up in the club with the hammer on my hip
What up my G?
We be’s the hottest out in NYC
Watch, run through, they gon’ talk about it later
I be playin’ with the birds like the Falcons in Decatur
Playin’ with the 45, Blake that’s my DJ
Got work, 4, 5 states, call me Freeway
Brick, shawty on the mick
Gon’ bend it over, bounce it back, I ain’t picky
From the project, grind ’til it heal
Hundred proof, real ones sign and conceal
If we started from the bottom I’ll give you mine
Niggas want shine but they don’t wanna grind
You can tell from the haters, a nigga made it
Car European and the suit tailored
Hundred chains, Lambo
Hangin’ off the horse like Rambo[Hook x2]

How You Want It

[Part 1:][Intro:]
We always do it Fraud. You know sometimes you gotta take that risk, you know?
If you make it, you hit the jackpot. And if you miss, nigga,
know to never do that stupid ass shit again. HAAAAAN! Montana[Verse 1:]
I swear to God, when I die, go and bury me in linen
I was high in that courthouse when Max got sentenced
I was blind when them niggas switched on me for them pennies
I was ridin’ ’til he shot me on the corner, left me skinny
Shock for 8 weeks, lie in their sheets
Now I menage with their freaks
12 cars, 8 Jeeps, Skydwellers, APs
Roses, ferocious, keep God the closest
Where it’s crimes it’s roaches, where there’s corpses, it’s vultures
What you seek is seekin’ you, baby don’t leave
I’m leavin’ you, play for keeps, keepin’ you arm length
Park bench, now we buy the whole park
Hampshire with the golf cart
Keep the streets, buy the whole chart
This shit is all tough, you can’t curve the picture
These birds’ll get yah
Hundred chains, three furs
Wack bitch, the nerve of you
Honor before the comma
Walkin’ drama with open arms, coke boy, peep the lineup
I’m talkin’ Tango and Cash, hit the bank, no mass
Out the freezer, cold cash, put Grammy winners in cabs
Never happens twice, gotta take a chance
Never ends, never starts, got cars that never start
No plan B, can’t sleep, my mind racin’
‘Round paper, put it underground, build the foundation
Never worry ’bout the shit you gotta lose
Worry ’bout the shit you gotta gain, nigga I done lost my brain[Hook 1:]
Paint you another sky
Could sing you a lullaby
Flowers never bloom, baby
Wish I never knew you, baby
Came out the concrete
Straight to the money
Kept it 100
Now tell me how you want it
Tell me how you want it, darling
Tell me how you want it, darling
Bottom to the top
Then top to the bottom with my dawg
We gon’ toss it out[Part 2][Hook 2:]
I done came from the bottom
They done fucked up and shot him
Now I can’t stay sober
You thought it should be over
Go hard with it’s our time
Come a little closer
Try to stop us, no sir
Try to stop us, no sir[Verse 2:]
We in the lead
Drinkin’ ‘Roc, smokin’ weed
What’s your promise? Never leave me
My headhunters can’t believe it
White mink, drop when the hoes on it
Whole team hot when it’s cold
Big body, 6 clean
She pop molly, I’m sippin’ lean
Every time I look, I see a nigga hate
Every time he turn, I see there’s bitches waitin’
Pull up in that Aston with no mileage
Pull up like a dealer, baby, no wallet[Hook 2]

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