French Montana & 2Rare – RATATAAAAA Lyrics

French Montana & 2Rare Lyrics

RATATAAAAA
^{this track by French Montana features 2Rare}

[Intro: French Montana & 2Rare]
You know what it is when you hear that “Haan”
Jump on, jump on (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus: French Montana]
Make me shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Don’t play with is, don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play
Ratata, push your ma-ta-ta

[Bridge: 2Rare & French Montana]
Bitch, fuck it up, throw it back or somethin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just fuck it up for all these ones (Oh, give me head)
Bitch, fuck it up, throw it back or somethin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just fuck it up for all these ones (Oh, give me head)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Ratata (Ayy, ayy), push your ma-ta-ta (Ayy, ayy)
Mommy (Mommy), she got it (She got it)
Wet, wet (Wet, wet), tsunami (Tsunami), woo (Woo)
Mommy (Mommy), she got it (She got it)
Wet, wet (Wet, wet), tsunami (Tsunami)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Bitch, I’m him (Bitch, I’m him)
Bitch, I’m him, bitch, I’m him, pretty faces if they slim
Bitch, I’m flexin’, need no gym, bitch, I’m ballin’, need no rim
Bitch, I’m viral, need no film, need that B, I don’t need no Ms
That ass fat when she CashApp, duck your iPhone screen, I tap that, haan

[Interlude: French Montana]
Make you jump, make you jump

[Verse 2: 2Rare]
Bitch, I’m him, booted up with no Timbs
I be walkin’ with a limp, stunt with blues in my pocket
Like pimples, yes, we pop shit (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Nigga, stop it, niggas really be clowns, but they not it (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ask her if she fuckin’, if not, she gotta top me

[Chorus: French Montana]
Make me shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake
Make you shake, make you shake, make you shake, make you shake

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^{Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records}

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French Montana, DJ Drama & Mr. Chicken – Forever Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Mr. Chicken Lyrics

Forever
^{this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Mr. Chicken}

[Intro: DJ Drama & Mr. Chicken]
Mr. Chicken, what up?
If I die right now, run me your money
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Refrain: Mr. Chicken & DJ Drama]
I promised my niggas I’d beat the cash right (Oh, yeah)
Baby, you love me like it’s the last night
Let’s make love like it’s the last time (Oh, yeah, DJ Drama)

[Chorus: Mr. Chicken]
I told my niggas “Let’s get money” (Let’s get money)
Flex on them niggas, I guess they funny (Yeah, yeah)
Now she actin’ like she want me (Want me)
She was around when I was bombin’ her
She know I’ll flex another mornin’
If I die right now, run me your money (Oh, yeah)
Wrap me your money, just like a mummy

[Verse 1: Mr. Chicken]
You can tell the opps I’m strapped, I know they want me (Want me)
I know they want me (Oh, yeah)
Shots fired, blood on his shirt, that’s dirty laundry (Dirty)
Can’t let ’em catch me (No, no)
Runnin’ from the devil when the foreign goin’ top speed (Goin’ top speed)
Baby, I might overdose, baby, come and hold me close (Yeah, yeah)
If I’m slippin’, will you catch me?

[Refrain: Mr. Chicken & French Montana]
Baby, you love me like it’s the last time (Last time)
Let’s make love like it’s the last time (Last time)
I promised my niggas I’d beat the cash right (I promised)
Baby, you love me like it’s the last night (Last time, Montana)
Let’s make love like it’s the last time (Last time, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
She don’t love me like Sierra love Russ (Russ)
Tell her I need space, like Elon Musk (Elon Musk, haan)
She won’t be my Rihanna or Beyoncé (Beyoncé)
But she know the rule, like Ashanti (Woo)
Outkast built to outlast (Outlast)
Came from the bottom, like a bounce-pass (Haan)
Coke Boy, might trademark cocaine (Haan)
I’ll put you on a pack, get your own strain (Grrah)
Short temper, ’cause she 5’3″ (Five)
But she never had a shot like she Kyrie (No vaccine)
I hope she never play, I hope she never Dr. Dre me
If I die, she might jump in the coffin (Woo)
All them other hoes I got, them for my auction (Auction)
Ariana, do a grande (Ayy), slide with the big boy, like André (Haan)

[Bridge: Mr. Chicken]
Would it matter if you lose me?
Would it matter if you lose me?
Would it matter if you lose me?
If your heart could choose, would it choose me?

[Outro: Mr. Chicken]
Runnin’ from the devil when the foreign goin’ top speed (Goin’ top speed)
(Oh, yeah)
Runnin’ from the devil when the foreign goin’ top speed (Goin’ top speed)
(Ayy, come slippin’ when you catch me)
(Ayy, come slippin’ when you catch me)

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^{Songwriter(s): French Montana, Mr.Chicken & DJ Drama}

^{Tyree Cinque Simmons, professionally known as DJ Drama, is an American DJ, record executive and music promoter. He is the co-founder of Generation Now, an Atlantic Records imprint with artists including Lil Uzi Vert, Jack Harlow, and Skeme on its roster.}

project: Coke Boys 6: Money Heist Edition (2023)
^{FRENCH MONTANA & DJ DRAMA}

Intro
The Oath
Chit Chat
Yes I Do
Project Baby (Remix)
Max B Skit
Not So Bad
Igloo
Slidin
Choose You
RZA
Die In The Streets
Free Smoke
Fenty
Lemonade
Going Yeezy
New Punani
Addicted To You
Can’t Stop Won’t Stop (Remix)
Finesse
Gang Gang
Forever
Earned
Da 30
CBTD
Voices
Big Dog Status
Get Even
Tryin To Get A Bloc

King Combs, French Montana & DJ Drama – Can’t Stop Won’t Stop (Remix) Lyrics

King Combs, French Montana & DJ Drama Lyrics

Can’t Stop Won’t Stop (Remix)
^{this track by King Combs, French Montana & DJ Drama features Kodak Black}

[Intro: King Combs & French Montana]
Come out and play
You know we had to do a remix, right?
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
You know what it is (You know what it is)
When you hear that (When you hear that)
Han (Han)
Montana (Montana)
This is the remix, Gangsta Grillz
You hear the remix on the radio (Han)
You know I sniped him from a video (Han)
She say I’m busy, I don’t pay her no attention
I had to curve, man, she sub me on her mentions
Brinks truck, Coke Boys, Bad Boys (Bad Boys)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I done fucked more bitches than Floyd (Money T)
He’s a slut, he’s a ho, he’s a freak
Fucked and actress and a bartender same week (Ha)
L.A party, me and Big took the same route
I had Nia Long [?] in the same house
I fucked my main bitch (Han) with my sidepiece
Haters want me out the game like I’m Kyrie (Woo)
Stash the yay in the Kardash’ and I got bricks off
Ask Ye, Montana snipe ’em like Chris Paul (Woo)
Hit it from the back, let your man munch on you
Baby, that don’t mean I don’t got a crush on you

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Can’t stop, won’t stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin’ from my last whore
I done fucked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain’t trippin’ if you dippin’, enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I’m always playin’ manhunt
I’m the one who killed lil’ Foolie and what?

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Still got the fire in my eyes but I changed though
Suck my dick, bitch, I’m too rich to drive a Range Rover
Lil’ Haiti baby, I remember stealin’ mangoes
How my side bitch fuck better than my main ho? (Woo)
How my side bitch fuck better than my main bitch?
Every nigga say it’s smoke, they get extinguished

[Verse 3: King Combs]
I just talk that Guapanese, it’s my language (Woo)
I just put some Cartiers on my main bitch (Fuck)
I just put some Valentino on my main ho (My main ho)
Bad Boy chain bussin’ like the rainbow (Bussin’)
I’m off Yak, I’m with Yak in the Lambo (Yak)
Yellin’ out the window, “Money ain’t a thing, ho”
Yeah, uh
We outside again
Couple goons with me, we ain’t hidin’ in
Brand new Cullinan, that’s what we slidin’ in (Uh)
Bad lil’ bitch, I Prada her
That pussy good, she proud of it (Proud of it)
I can’t fall in love ’cause that money be my bottom bitch
But she still suck it and then she swallow it (Yeah, yeah)
All these niggas steady hating ’cause more money be more problems
We gon’ let these niggas talkin’, we gon’ silence it
King

[Verse 4: King Combs]
It might look light but it’s heavy like my Jesus
Might rock a throwback like I’m Fab with the chipped tooth
Fuck with me, baby, I got DeLeón and blunts too
She text me, “Where you at?”, I sent the addy, come through
Now she in love with me ’cause she ain’t used to luxury
Why would I hate on you? I do my thing comfortably
I’m not the one, I’m not the two, you know it, C3
She brushin’ up my ways, talking ’bout, she need me (Ooh)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Can’t stop, won’t stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin’ from my last whore
I done fucked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain’t trippin’ if you dippin, enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I’m always playin’ manhunt
I’m the one who killed lil’ Foolie and what?

[Outro: King Combs]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Kodak
King Combs
Bad Boy

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Bill Kahan Kapri, better known by his stage name Kodak Black, is an American rapper. He gained initial recognition with his single "No Flockin", released in 2014. His debut album, Painting Pictures, peaked at number 3 on the US Billboard 200 and included the Billboard Hot 100 top ten single "Tunnel Vision".

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze – Addicted To You Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze Lyrics

Addicted To You
^{this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze}

[Intro: DJ Drama & French Montana]
The reign continues
I’m addicted to this dominance
You need to play your love and you’re right
I just need a plug in my life
DJ Drama

[Chorus: French Montana & DJ Drama]
I’m addicted to you, I don’t wanna leave
Addicted like a fiend to you, I don’t wanna leave (So addictive)
Bleed down my eyes for you, I don’t wanna leave
Stuck like glue, it’s nothin’ like you (Get ’em)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Uh, addicted to the game, half a milli’ for the chain
Quarter-milli’ for the bracelet (Ah), schemin’ out the basement
Took off like a spaceship, opps spinnin’ Vs on the block (Skrrt)
Ten sleeves, poppin’ pills in the matrix (Bah, bah, bah)
Bent like a maniac, you know where your lady at
Sniper like I’m A-Rob
Been havin’ nightmares about my dream job (Haan)
I’m addicted with the [?]
Robe on like I’m Hugh Hefner
You need a blue cap, not a blue check (Haha)
Blew Percys
Tires screechin’, rari’ horses like Kentucky Derby
I’m addicted to the block, you need to play your love and you’re right
I just need a plug in my life (Montana)

[Chorus: French Montana]
I’m addicted to you, I don’t wanna leave
Addicted like a fiend to you, I don’t wanna leave
Bleed down my eyes for you, I don’t wanna leave
Stuck like glue, it’s nothin’ like you

[Verse 2: Coke Boy Cheeze]
Feds trailin’ in my rear view, it’s a scary thing
I’m cruisin’ strict, red and white stick, like a candy cane (Skrrt)
And every ring pokin’ while I’m smokin’ on a Mary Jane (A lot)
Bitch, behave, tried to ride my wave until the fairy came
[?] was like a store-head, Coke Boy, we got raw hair
Kitchen like a booth, mixin’, no, you can’t record there
O.T., they want that ice, like it’s summer all year (Haha)
Rightful with the scope, like we huntin’ deer all year
Movin’ like a snake for the cake ain’t gon’ get you far
The movement state to state was born, your girl like a single father
Them niggas ain’t servin’ you right
Hit the trap, have bird of that white

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grillz)
This lifestyle can be so addictive
I might need to go to rehab
‘Cause I’m hooked
On second thought, nah

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French Montana, DJ Drama & Jeremih – Choose You Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Jeremih Lyrics

Choose You
^{this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Jeremih}

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Hmm, boy, we had a time last night
Boy, we had a time last night
Baby
I don’t care what you heard
I’m not one of them
They say what they want
They still chose me
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Chorus: Jeremih & DJ Drama]
All these bitches and I choose you (Ooh)
Try a bitch, top down when I cruise through (Ooh)
No, I ain’t nothin’ like you used to (Ooh)
Still tippin’ off the usual (Ooh)
I ain’t nothin’ that you used to now (Ooh)
Different vibes when we cruise through now (It’s just different)
From the bottom with you ’til now (Oh)
Everybody wan’ choose you now (Choose you now)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
She bloom like the flower (Flower)
Bricks build a tower (Tower)
Minutes to the hour (The hour)
Levels to the power (Power)
Blocks to the Forbes, rooftops with my dawgs (Dawgs)
Big scope, yeah, Snipes arena at the French open (Ooh)
I can’t lie, niggas reach for what they can’t buy (Buy)
I been followed, crack told you get your hands high (Up)
All the way up, I’m in the island with the seagulls (Up)
Desert twins eagle, flyin’ birds with my people (French Montana)
I get a hundred on my face card
Abu Dhabi with the space car (Coke Boy, baby)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
All these bitches and I choose you (Ooh)
Try a bitch, top down when I cruise through (Ooh)
No, I ain’t nothin’ like you used to (Ooh)
Still tippin’ off the usual (Ooh)
I ain’t nothin’ that you used to now (Ooh)
Different vibes when we cruise through now
From the bottom with you ’til now (Oh)
Everybody wan’ choose you now (Choose you now)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
I know you need a stand-up nigga
Ten toes down, nigga, stand up for me
In the bedroom, have the champagne pourin’
We get on it when we get lonely
You know who to call, baby, when you phone home
When he ain’t home, I mean, when it ain’t homey
PJ’s on my PJs, lit
Franchise girl in my white tee livin’
Leave your panties hangin’ on my dresser (Woo)
Throw some diamonds on you, ain’t no pressure (Woo)
Ain’t no words for “Yes,” I’m in it

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Welcome to the Sniper Gang (Welcome to the Sniper Gang)
And we use silencers (And we use silencers)
Shh

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Jeremy Phillip Felton, known professionally as Jeremih, is an American singer, songwriter and record producer. In 2009, he signed a record deal with Def Jam Recordings.

French Montana & Ayoub – Slidin Lyrics

French Montana & Ayoub Lyrics

Slidin
^{this is a track by French Montana & Ayoub}

[Intro: Ayoub]
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Ayoub]
I’m slidin’ in a beamer, niggas wanna be us
I’m just tryna lay low and focus on the detail
I’ve been ridin’ round, tryna stop, I’m a lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And I never had a savior, never was a stranger
I was ridin’ round, tryna find a different thing, though
I’ve been ridin’ round, tryna stop, I’m a lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie

[Verse 1: Ayoub]
And we still standin’, diamonds ain’t dancin’
You don’t really feel me, you don’t gotta understand it
Livin’ in the moment, man, I never really planned it
Livin’ for the moment, you don’t get no second chances

[Refrain: Ayoub]
I’m stoppin’ you, but you ain’t stoppin’ me, still ridin’
But we still ridin’, we still slidin’, we still—

[Chorus: Ayoub & French Montana]
I’m slidin’ in a beamer, niggas wanna be us
I’m just tryna lay low and focus on the detail
I’ve been ridin’ round, tryna stop, I’m a lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie
And I never had a savior, never was a stranger
I was ridin’ round, tryna find a different thing, though
I’ve been ridin’ round, tryna stop, I’m a lonely
Too much on my mind, too much time for a Rollie (Montana)

[Refrain: Ayoub]
I’m stoppin’ you
We be slidin’, we slidin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Never get distracted by people who ain’t even on track
Put the city on the map (Woo)
.760 beamer, I’m slidin’ through Treymond
Washin’ dirty money, tryna get my soul cleaned (Uh-huh)
Shorty, check the view from the top, it ain’t lonely (Woo)
Count a million cash from the drop, kill ’em slowly
I be slidin’ realer (Uh-huh), fresh up out the field (Uh-huh)
Hustlers move in silence, you ain’t never heard a tree grow (Woo)
Dippin’ in that foreign, all gas, no brakes (Skrrt)
Ain’t got no room to grow if you ain’t makin’ no mistakes (Hey)
Don’t worry ’bout you gettin’ used, worry ’bout you bein’ useless (Ayy)
Drop top Gotti and it’s ruthless
Let them suckers do the talkin’, let the healin’ do the time
Love me, I’m in your heart, hate me, I’m on your mind, haan

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French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49 – Igloo Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49 Lyrics

Igloo
^{this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49}

[Intro: French Montana, Rob49 & DJ Drama]
You know what it is
When you hear that (Yeah), “Haan” (Yeah)
Yessir
Yeah

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one

[Interlude: French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49]
(Gangsta Grillz)
You know what it is
I was gon’ give y’all a chance to catch up
When you hear that (Yeah), “Haan” (Yeah)
Y’all niggas takin’ too long though
Yeah (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Rob49]
I ain’t never seen this many haters in one circle (Haters in one circle)
I ain’t never know this many niggas was tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Fire on my right, ’cause my left wrist look like an igloo (Pew)
If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I’m a real one, uh
Bet you heard I’m chill, but ’bout that money, I’ve been to kill somethin’
Me and all my blood the same way, they really did that (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Rob49]
I’m gettin’ money and she know it (And she know it)
I know that backdoor close, but I’ve been out here hustlin’
Fuck that shit, I kick the door in
They saw me at my lowest (At my lowest)
And they ain’t help or nothin’
They gon’ ask for handouts when they see me get that bag in
I’m a hustler, right?
Project baby, ain’t have shit, but turned up my whole life
All my niggas shit too, I just paid three-hundred for this quarter
Got me back and forth to school
I was outside every night, like I ain’t have nothin’ to lose
I was trappin’ like a motherfucker
Tryna move my mama out that crib we got evicted from
Landlord gave us pink slips
Now they can’t come close to this lil’ house, ’cause, bitch, it’s my shit
Nigga say he up more than my gang, this nigga lyin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ridin’ with the horses, bitch, no Kentucky Derby (Skrrt)
Stay schemin’, fuck boys plottin’, tryna hurt me (Tryna hurt me)
Ridin’ with the ‘Wop, spin the block, ’til I’m dizzy (Haan)
My old hoes watchin’ me on TV, know they miss me (Know they miss me)
Gettin’ money and she know it (Haan)
Watch her charge you for the box
Frontin’ like she model when she horny (Ah)
And niggas ain’t nobody (‘Body)
Your guns ain’t got no bodies (Bodies)
Tryna make my heart stop and lean with the molly (Lean with the molly)
You don’t need no passport to go to Vulture Island (Ah)
Never came back when I got it off co-signin’
My homie say he want it, if you got it, he gon’ leave with it
Couldn’t pop his chain, so he dragged ’em down the street with it

[Verse 3: Rob49]
He just took a Percy pill, waitin’ on this bitch to work
I be sellin’ like a weed like a tree, he’s tryna sell the Earth
Nigga, I ain’t took nothin’
All that woofin’ on the ‘Gram gon’ get your bitch fucked (Mmm)
He think he lit ’cause he got money, nigga, fuck you
A big gorilla, even by myself, like King Kong (King Kong)
Yeah (Yeah), I still pray to G-O-D, try your luck, I’ll bet you see
I bring QC, like I’m P, I be easy, like I’m E
I bought drugs in this car, wrapped ’em in the baby seat
He still prayin’ to Allah, but he blow pistols, like a neek
I’m a four-wall nigga, I don’t give a fuck
I caught niggas moshed up, son, that’s ’cause I raised ’em
I’ma take that drive to the country to get ’em off
I ain’t trippin’ who I served, ’cause once I sell ’em, then they sold, yeah

[Outro: DJ Drama & Rob49]
(Gangsta Grillz)
Where Vulture Island (Yeah)
Comes to Culture Island (Yeah)
That’s a Gangsta Grillz (Yeah)
Y’all still arguin’ about who the greatest is?

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French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze – New Punani Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze Lyrics

New Punani
^{this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze}

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Aight, fuck all that “New year, new me” shit
New year, same me
Maybe some new money
And maybe some new punani, hahaha

[Chorus: French Montana & DJ Drama]
You lost her and you don’t want her back, huh? (Back, huh?)
You’re lookin’ for your opps with your strap, huh (Montana)
You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?)
You the greatest with the cap, huh (Woo)
Ridin’ ’round with my strap, it don’t stop (Stop)
Plotted on us and we still came out on top (Top)
Shorty started rubbin’ on me, told her “Don’t stop” (Stop)
I hit it from the back and then she came on top (Coke Boy, baby)
(Gangsta Grillz)
I woke up in some new punani (On top of me, on top of me)
I woke up in some new punani (Mr. Thanksgiving)
(French Montana, they ain’t gon’ like you)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Uh, ask me no questions (No), I tell you no lies (Lies)
Bigger the wrist (Wrist), bigger the prize (Prize)
Bigger the dose (Dose), bigger her eyes (Eyes)
You bigger than most (Most), but you ain’t bigger than God (Haan)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, still feed the streets (Haan)
I’m livin’ in her head, I might pay the lease (Lease)
She a ten, ride the wave, like Patrick Swayze (Woo)
I’m throwin’ chokes off the boat, like I’m Tom Brady (Ah)
Wrist shinin’, big time is what I’m supposed to do (Bling)
Front line, it’s car time and suckers get emotional (Emotion)
Mama turned the TV on, used to whip a whole brick in ABION
Now Vegas residency like Celine Dion (Haan)

[Chorus: French Montana & DJ Drama]
You lost her and you don’t want her back, huh? (Back, huh?)
You’re lookin’ for your opps with your strap, huh (Strap, huh?)
You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?)
You the greatest with the cap, huh
Ridin’ ’round with my strap, it don’t stop (Stop)
Plotted on us and we still came out on top (Top)
Shorty started rubbin’ on me, told her “Don’t stop” (Stop)
I hit it from the back and then she came on top (Coke Boy, baby)
(Gangsta Grillz)
I woke up in some new punani (On top of me, on top of me)
I woke up in some new punani (Mr. Thanksgiving)

[Verse 2: Coke Boy Cheeze]
It ain’t ’bout no bread, what you said? Can you please remind me?
Woke up in some new punani, drippin’ like I’m in the [?]
She suck my soul out my body, like illuminati (Illuminati)
Matter of fact, she suck me like a crab lake claw (Haha)
She a slaw, put her lips on the dick, like a straw (Like a straw)
I just dipped her boy kicks, but they look like the fours (The fours)
Spaceship with the stars, bitch, I’ll probably land on Mars (On Mars)
Came up out them trenches, near them bitches with no scars (Scars)
Purple butt, purple head, smokin’ on that Barney pack (That pack)
Coke Boys 6, French had to bring the army back (Uh-huh)
Say the streets is sleepin’, they about to get insomnia (They can’t sleep now)
Coke Boys 6, French had to bring the army back (The army back)

[Chorus: French Montana]
You lost her and you don’t want her back, huh? (Back, huh?)
You’re lookin’ for your opps with your strap, huh (Strap, huh?)
You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?)
You the greatest with the cap, huh
Ridin’ ’round with my strap, it don’t stop (Stop)
Plotted on us and we still came out on top (Top)
Shorty started rubbin’ on me, told her “Don’t stop” (Stop)
I hit it from the back and then she came on top (Coke Boy, baby)
I woke up in some new punani (On top of me, on top of me)
I woke up in some new punani

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Ah, man
It sound so right
It feels even better

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French Montana & DJ Drama – Not So Bad Lyrics

French Montana & DJ Drama Lyrics

Not So Bad
^{this is a track by French Montana & DJ Drama}

[Intro: French Montana & DJ Drama]
It’s the girl that make ’em cry
Free Biggaveli (Free Biggaveli)
Back at it again (Back at it again)
Saga begin (Saga begin, uh-huh), saga begin (Saga begin)
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Saga begin (Saga begin)
When Max get home (When Max get home)
It’s the girls that make ’em cry (We back at it again)
Baby (Baby)
Them bottles come in (Bottles come in), then the models come in
It’s not so bad (It’s not so bad)
We back at it again
It’s not so bad at all (It’s not so bad at all)

[Chorus: French Montana & DJ Drama]
Streets so cold, I wonder why (Why?)
I thought I’d seen it all (Seen it all)
Every mornin’, I wake up, grab my extendo (Extendo)
‘Cause I can’t sleep at all (Can’t sleep at all)
And even if I could, I still think I won’t be straight (I won’t be straight)
With Max behind that wall (Behind that wall)
It reminds me that it’s not so bad (It’s not so bad)
It’s not so bad (DJ Drama, Gangsta—)

[Verse: French Montana]
Bruce Willis, die hard, old habits, nine cars
Horsepower, no carriage, we established, who the waviest? (Waviest)
Countin’ M’s, we the shadiest (The shadiest)
ICU night, strapped to my hand was my alias (Ah, ah)
Clap me or clap for me, lot of me, a lie for me (Coke Boy, baby)
We was gettin’ high like the zombies in Nairobi (Ah)
Been stylin’, city island, buckin’ with the salmon (With the salmon, French Montana)
That’s wallahi, stackin’ like Mohammad Bin Salman (Wallahi, they ain’t gon’ like you)
Ayy, I know practice, Michael Philly, old Mavericks (Old Mavericks, uh-huh)
But gold chapters, white chandeliers, stone cactus (Stone cactus, woo)
We was blacklist, now I slap them with a different actress (Different actress)
And what you charge for your advance, I grab from the afters
(Montana)

[Chorus: French Montana]
Streets so cold, I wonder why (Why?)
I thought I’d seen it all (Seen it all)
Every mornin’, I wake up, grab my extendo (Extendo)
‘Cause I can’t sleep at all (Can’t sleep at all)
And even if I could, I still think I won’t be straight (I won’t be straight)
With Max behind that wall (Behind that wall)
It reminds me that it’s not so bad (It’s not so bad)
It’s not so bad

[Outro: French Montana & DJ Drama]
Gangsta Grillz (It’s the girl that make ’em cry)
I told y’all before
If I wasn’t a DJ (If I wasn’t a DJ)
I would have been a surfer (I would have been a surfer)
I mean (I mean)
My waves are the biggest (My waves are the biggest)
I stay in the pocket (I stay in the pocket)
And I ain’t never been wiped out (Been wiped out)
Hahaha, Montana, Biggaveli, holler at me

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French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze – Going Yeezy Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze Lyrics

Going Yeezy
^{this track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze features Lil Mo Mozzarella}

[Intro: Lil Mo Mozzarella, French Montana & DJ Drama]
Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin’ their boxes
Kids out here smokin’ weed, listenin’ to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here
Montana
(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City DVD’s (Ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don’t get smacked tryna fuck with us

[Chorus: French Montana & DJ Drama]
Fuck with me, baby (Ayy)
It ain’t easy, I’m goin’ easy (Oh, oh)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Fuck with me, baby (Haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy (Montana)
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Check the penthouse, word to Dyckman, you ain’t see these heights (Ayy)
Smell strong, he gotta double-back and seal it twice (And seal it twice)
My drop cost two planes (Planes), I’m Biggie with two canes (Canes)
My block like Ukraine (Ukraine), my opps with Houssein (‘Sein)
Underground, her bag brown, opened up new lanes (Lanes)
Caught in highs, Peewee curvin’, legend in two games (Games)
She pop pills and she swallow, I’m in her DM, like Latto (Ooh)
Black future the motto, hard act to follow (Haan)
And word to Ross, let that beef end
My bitch like Angelina for the weekend, get it by the deep-end (Uh)
Top of the engine glass (Glass), she keep the burnin’ stash (Stash)
My nerves is bad, I ain’t rocked Louis since Virgil passed (Virgil passed)
From the mud to the world is ours, ten-mill’ plus in cars
Wine like Russians are, your favorite rapper pressin’ charges (Skrrt)
They was boujee at the top
So we met ’em at the bottom, like the letter V, this that longevity

[Chorus: French Montana & Coke Boy Cheeze]
Fuck with me, baby (Ayy)
It ain’t easy, I’m goin’ easy (Oh, oh)
Fuck with me, baby (Haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2: Coke Boy Cheeze]
You ain’t talkin’ money, speakin’ paper, I don’t need a lecture
Two chicks, black and white, yin and yang, Salt-N-Pepa
Had them youngins at your throat, don’t want no smoke, you know it’s pressure
Runnin’ ’round reckless, caught a charge, like the brand new Tesla
Ride the wave, I’m on the C-floor, like the Lord’s treasure
I ain’t into textin’, bring the check and flex it like a wrestler
It’s your boy Cheddar, fiends used to love me, I was a raw seller
Her jaw’s wetter, nigga, ask your bitch, I’m a jaw stretcher
Know it’s coke, fresh up off the boat, Rozay and Montana
It ain’t a joke, nigga, for that dough, tie up your mom and grandma
They keep on hatin’ and waitin’, hopin’ that God don’t bless you
Keep on hatin’, trust, this .38 special

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck with me, baby (Ayy)
It ain’t easy, I’m goin’ easy (Oh, oh)
Fuck with me, baby (Haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy
(Gangsta Grillz)

^{Songwriter (s): French Montana, Coke Boy Cheeze, DJ Drama & Lil Mo Mozzarella}

Max B & DJ Drama – Lemonade Lyrics

Max B & DJ Drama Lyrics

Lemonade
^{this is a track by Max B & DJ Drama}

[Intro: DJ Drama & Max B]
Shoutout to the Wave God
You know a nigga wanna get on this shit right
Max B, Biggaveli
Oww
Who better?
Turnin’ lemons to lemonade
We gon’ just do it like this
You know what I mean?
DJ Drama
Shit

[Verse 1: Max B]
Big bank take lil’ bank
I take the nigga bitch, soon as a nigga blink
But he don’t even gotta turn his head, it’s dead
We get the bread, we wanted by the feds
EMG like action
Wanted for conspiracy, murder and not taxes
Melly in the caption, celly in the maxes
Tell me what it’s called, yeah
Rest in peace to my brother grandpa, another boy
Pop Smoke, why he have to go?
Bitches on Instagram, they miss a lot of dope
Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib
Niggas will get ya for your skrilla, anybody killer
Got these niggas that be buckin’, anybody feel us
See, it’s Skete with the nigga, cuff and anybody hit her
See, I made her put on her clothes, anybody get her
Yeah, I get the litter and they get the picture
One little day, keep playin’ with my stacks
Tellin’ all my niggas in the hood, I’m comin’ back
Tellin’ all my niggas in the hood just to relax, I got this
I put the hood on my back, yeah
I let her ship on the keys while I drive
I tell her to hit it, baby, I’m just tryna get by
Ain’t nowhere to go but up (Yeah)
Everywhere we go, they know it’s us
Say the name

[Outro: DJ Drama]
And you wonder where the style come from
Free the God
(Gangsta Grillz)

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Vory, DJ Drama & French Montana – Project Baby (Remix) Lyrics

Vory, DJ Drama & French Montana Lyrics

Project Baby (Remix)
^{this track by Vory, DJ Drama & French Montana features Conor McGregor}

[Intro: French Montana, DJ Drama, Vory]
Vory, what up? (Vory, what up?)
You know what it is (You know what it is)
When you hear that (When you hear that)
Haan (Haan)
Coke Boys
Yeah (Montana)
Gangsta Grillz

[Chorus: Vory & DJ Drama]
I come from the gutter, I’m a project baby
My heart way too damaged, don’t think God can save me
Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin’ brazy
Not tryna die sober, ’cause my life too crazy, yeah (Y’all not like us, yeah)

[Verse 1: Vory & DJ Drama]
Ayy, do this for my family, give a fuck ’bout GRAMMYs
I feel better when I’m with my family, off Patrón and Remy, that shit been better
Shot gon’ take it wherever if they try to end me
Know a nigga got a bullet loaded, tryna write my ending, oh (Gangsta Grillz)
Fly Ty, that’s my nigga, fuck with him, get your shirt tie-dyed (Yeah)
Flyin’ state to state with all them blues, catchin’ a Redeye
Opps been posted tryna make they move, but we ahead high
I still wish more life upon my opps even though he a dead guy (Fuck ’em, oh, baby)

[Chorus: Vory & DJ Drama, French Montana]
Yeah, I come from the gutter, I’m a project baby (Kodak, yeah)
My heart way too damaged, don’t think God can save me (Yeah)
Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin’ brazy (Yeah)
My bitch way too damaged, don’t think God can save her (Hey)
She know she protected by my ghetto angels (Git)
Baby, how do I learn to love myself? (Montana)
Oh, baby, how do I do this by myself?
Oh, baby (Talk to ’em, French)

[Verse 2: French Montana & DJ Drama]
Project baby, livin’ fast
Blues, I ain’t break in half
Watchin’ while they pitchin’ ’til they leave so I can take the stash (Ah)
Strapped in a round of competition, we was runnin’ laps (Bah-bah, bah-baow)
Told shawty, I ain’t Keith Sweat, I can’t make it last
Make it last forever (Woo)
Fresh out the bricks
My ghetto angel ain’t got wings, he fronted me a brick
She’s switchin’ for a C-note, she’ll do you like G-Money Denino (We all we got)
Have you cryin’ in the streets like Benzino (Ah)
All this shit is new to me
What’s cool to you ain’t cool to me
He told on his brother, imagine what he gon’ do to me
Left my trust at the door
Hundreds stashed in the floor
Brown bags got a lot, like Savage and Cole (Haan)

[Chorus: Vory & DJ Drama]
I come from the gutter, I’m a project baby
My heart way too damaged, don’t think God can save me
Bro get off them yorkies, he start goin’ brazy
I’m just misunderstood but they rather call it crazy (Oh, why? Gangsta Grillz)
Crazy, crazy
Baby, oh, baby
Crazy, oh, crazy

[Outro: Conor McGregor, DJ Drama & Vory]
They don’t call me shit, they just call me project baby
I ain’t gon’ lie (Yeah)
I still got a chip on my shoulder
So this year (So this year)
I’m goin’ crazy (I’m goin’ crazy)
Tried to say (Say, say)
I have given every single thing
Every ounce of my life to this craft, to perfecting my craft
And I continued to do so
And in the process, I have lost my mind
To regular society

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^{Songwriter (s): Vory, French Montana, DJ Drama, Boi-1da, Matthew Burnett & Young Martey}

Tavoris Javon Hollins Jr., known professionally as Vory, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He won a Grammy for his work on The Carters' Everything Is Love and has released several solo projects including the EP Lucky Me in 2018 and the single "You Got It" in 2019

French Montana & NAV – Fenty Lyrics

French Montana & NAV Lyrics

Fenty
^{this is a track by French Montana & NAV}

[Intro: French Montana]
You know what it is when you hear that (Haan)
NAV, what up?

[Chorus: NAV]
Six hundred fifty horses in my engine, I used to ride ’round on the ten-speed (Skrrt)
Addicted to buyin’ jewelry, I got VVS diamonds that hit like some Fenty (Bling)
In Turks and Caicos, rented out an island, we hoppin’ off boats to some jetskis (Let’s go)
My enemies talkin’ ’bout me, made me laugh ’cause it sound like a joke when they threat’ me
I like my women in flavors like I like my weed (Yeah), need a strand, I’m designin’ the sea
Lookin’ for rats, I been settin’ up traps (Yeah), had to make sure that no one gon’ come for my cheese
Gold on my neck, sittin’ on a new tee, when I drop a single, it go platinum at least
Playin’ my role, but when it’s time to go, I know everybody gonna listen to me (Listen to me)

[Verse 1: NAV]
Drop a bag and they gon’ hit ’em for me, but they’ll do it for free
Pull my finger, they gon’ get him for me, homicide unit gon’ pick up the pieces
Already blessed with, don’t give me your blessings, I’m sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t never gon’ sneeze (Ice)
All of my steppers gon’ step up for me, like a Super Soaker, hit him, drench up his teeth (Brr)
Got a disease, I been rollin’ off E, they gon’ check if I breathe anytime that I sleep (Ah)
Seen a lil’ boy that was talkin’ ’bout me, made him kiss my ring, he almost kneeled to my feet (Woah)
Postin’ ’bout me on the ‘Gram is gettin’ out of hand, I know this victim is miskeen
Gotta protect the bag at all times, everybody leavin’ when I wanna leave (Leavin’)

[Chorus: NAV & French Montana]
Six hundred fifty horses in my engine, I used to ride ’round on the ten-speed (Skrrt)
Addicted to buyin’ jewelry, I got VVS diamonds that hit like some Fenty (Bling)
In Turks and Caicos, rented out an island, we hoppin’ off boats to some jetskis (Let’s go)
My enemies talkin’ ’bout me, made me laugh ’cause it sound like a joke when they threat’ me
I like my women in flavors like I like my weed (Yeah), need a strand, I’m designin’ the sea
Lookin’ for rats, I been settin’ up traps (Yeah), had to make sure that no one gon’ come for my cheese
Gold on my neck, sittin’ on a new tee, when I drop a single, it go platinum at least (Montana)
Playin’ my role, but when it’s time to go (NAV, what up?), I know everybody gonna listen to me (Listen to me)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Gold on my neck, order Patek (Huh?)
Only thing free if you callin’ collect (Skrrt)
Shoutout to Max, I’ma get to the check
So when you come home, you ain’t missin’ a step (Woo)
We cop and we ownin’, you drivin’ a lease (Skrrt)
We drop a single, go diamond at least (Huh?)
Crib on the West, that guy on the East
Shootout with killers and slide with the freaks (Bah-bah-bah)
Three hundred fifty, I charge for the feature
I’m from New York, where they robbin’ the preacher (Ah)
I ride Bugattis, no Bentleys (Skrrt)
You pay for the box, I get neck free (Haan)
Neck like a jeweler, I pop your medulla, they needed a shooter, they sent me (Haan, Coke Boy, baby)
Steak like a ruler, teach like a tutor, suckers I hit, tryna test me (Haan, Montana)

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→ On “Fenty,” French Montana and NAV team up on an energetic trap banger that details the two artists boasting about their jewelry, comparing its specialty to Rihanna’s cosmetics brand, Fenty Beauty. They also drop references to expensive cars, weaponry, and drugs that they use. ←

→ On October 19, 2022, French Montana announced the title and release date of the song, along with a clip of its accompanying visuals, which was directed by Rook. The song was released two days later. The official music video was released thirteen hours later ←

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^{Navraj Singh Goraya, known professionally as Nav, is a Canadian rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer. He began his career as a producer, co-producing fellow Canadian rapper Drake’s single “Back to Back” in 2015. He then gained mainstream attention in 2016 when his song “Myself” went viral.}

French Montana – Yes I Do Lyrics

French Montana Lyrics

Yes I Do
^{this is a track by French Montana}

[Intro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck it up (Yes, I do)
Oh yeah (Miss)

[Chorus]
Twenty-twenty bands on the Rosé, yeah, I’m leanin’ (Yes, I do)
Hit the back, pop the Rosé, now I’m winnin’ (Yes, I do)
No way that’s your girl, homie, I done hit it (Yes, I do)
No way fuck with a girl and I ain’t hit it (Yes, I do)
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty hoes (Yes, I do)
Got ’em all comin’, try to fit ’em all in the Rolls (Yes, I do)
Keep it on the hush, kilos from Panama (Yes, I do)
No cameras, white bitch, she from Canada (Yes, I do)

[Verse]
Go and tell my opps I don’t want no smoke (Yes, I do)
Go and tell the cops I don’t got no dope (Yes, I do)
I just copped a truck, I don’t want the drop (Yes, I do)
That bitch got me mad, I don’t want the box (Yes, I do)
I don’t slapbox, MACs on MACs, no laptops (Yes, I do)
I like ’em natural, I don’t pay for ass shots (Yes, I do)
I just swipe, I don’t ever check the price (Yes, I do)
I don’t wife her if I fuck the first night (Yes, I do)

[Outro]
Shut up ‘fore I suck your dick, my nigga
Fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? Deadass
Shut up ‘fore I grab your dick with my lip
(Coke Boy, baby)
(French Montana, they ain’t gon’ like you)
I would do a lifetime sentence and kill you over my bitch, my nigga
That’s my bitch
And on the dead homies, nigga, I would kill you over some pussy, dawg

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^{Songwriter (s): French Montana, ISM, SprngBrk, Kevin Gomringer & Tim Gomringer}

French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee – Free Smoke Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee Lyrics

Free Smoke
^{this track by French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee features BIG30}

[Intro: EST Gee & DJ Drama]
Found the J’s to name a wrestler (Yeah, turn me up, YC)
Free smoke (Gangsta Grillz)
Free smoke

[Verse 1: EST Gee & BIG30]
I got my money up
They put paper on me, but can’t pay a nigga to fuck with us
Boy, you got your gun or what? (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed out here, tryna knuckle up (Tryna fight)
Steady hallucinatin’, seein’ faces in the smoke I puff (Seein’ demons)
My demons ain’t my demons, they my equals, see, we say “What’s up?”
How you wanna kill me, but you out the way and stay put up?
You know it’s on sight with us, in broad day, get your melon bust (Get your head split)
I don’t care if he told ten years ago, he still might tell on us (Might tell)
Sometimes I won’t write my opps and ask ’em how [?]
Fifty-thousand strong, make all the J’s to name a wrestler (Yeah)
You ain’t trappin’ up, before I rapped, I had some record up
Like before I came to Memphis, I was ballin’, Ja Morant (Ja Morant)
They want beef with us and hope I post and turn they Insta up (Turn they ‘Gram up)
You’ll do whatever for attention from the listeners (Get your bands up)
Accepted in your car ride to the mall, you put your pistol up (You put your gun up)
Right after them captions, actin’, cappin’, like you spint on us (Like you spinnin’)
This shit get ridiculous (Yeah, yeah), so I trust in my chopper (I trust in my gun)
Fifty-five, don dada, know I send shit to the doctor (Send shit to the doctor)
That other shit be fraudulent, niggas know who got dead bodies (Know who got dead bodies)
Go get it out the blender, stretch that fit out like pilates
Had money ‘fore they signed me (Yeah), I was turnt before they found me (I was turnt up ‘fore they found me)
Was fuckin’ with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (Way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can’t record me (Brr, brr, ayy, ayy, Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
When we smoked him, left his brains on the sidewalk (Bah-baow)
We ain’t out here claimin’ bodies, like Sauce Walka (Woo)
Coke Boy paid dues (Coke Boy, baby)
You can catch a RICO tryna get some fake views (Fake views)
Suckers out here lose their life, stuntin’ with fake jewels (Fake jewels)
When you rich, you gotta watch ’em pour up (Watch ’em pour up)
Niggas dirty, cook a brick in Mississippi water (Mississippi water)
Behind the wall, wifey loose, she dippin’ with the homies (Haan)
Without a test, ain’t no testimony (Testimony)
A diss to dead, I still don’t condone it (Uh)
They want the clout, shoot up the wake
Slide back, that’s how we cross-promote it (Bah-bah-bah-baow)
Get the cake, get the weight, then we cook the flour (Flour)
Until we die in the grave and they bring the flowers (Coke Boy, baby)

[Chorus: French Montana]
La-di-da-di-da-di, body after body
Don’t let the devil in, holy ghost in that Bugatti (Skrrt)
Free smoke, fuck what you heard about me
Everythin’ cost, bitch, but all this smoke-free
Free smoke, fuck all the talk about me (Haan)
Everythin’ cost, bitch, but all this smoke-free (Haan)
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 3: BIG30]
Certified in these streets, you can ask the folks ’bout Lil Rod
I was fourteen years old, strapped with [?] in every party
My opps know I’ll kill ’em, take me one time, I will spark ’em
Every clique ever had beef, dropped at least one from out they posse
Stay full of opium, promethazine and THC (I’m high)
If you one nigga that played, boy, he couldn’t tell you, he deceased (No lie)
Promote the violence, menace to society, fuck the peace (Hell nah)
Ain’t get that brr from out that raw, that’s the sound of the AUG (Brr, brr)
They shouldn’t have ever showed me one bullet can kill a giant (A giant)
Bury [?], slangin’ .9, a young nigga a slime (A slime)
If you gon’ diss, stand on wax, people gettin’ shot ’cause you hidin’ (stop hidin’)
Streets fucked up my lil’ brain, got me worser and violent

[Outro: French Montana]
Everythin’ cost, bitch, but all this smoke-free
Come get some of this free smoke, bitch
Montana, BIG30, EST Gee, haan

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^{Songwriter (s): BIG30, French Montana, EST Gee, DJ Drama & YC}

^{George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.}

French Montana, Smookie Margielaa & A$ap Rocky – Chit Chat Lyrics

French Montana, Smookie Margielaa & A$ap Rocky Lyrics

Chit Chat
^{this track by French Montana, Smookie Margielaa & A$ap Rocky}

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Let’s have a chit chat
Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Life ain’t regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa
Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions (Woo)
I’ma hit it, I’ma kill it (Yeah), R.I.P., laid out on stretcher (Woo, woo)
Uh, eat the vegetable (Woo, woo)
Eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla (Brr)
Let it register (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa (Baow, baow)
(Gangsta)

[Chorus: Smooky MarGielaa]
MarGielaa, man, I ain’t even with that chit chat (Woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli’ where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool (Ha), when we pull up, get back (Huh)
Got a lame nigga callin’ (Huh), ’cause he want his bitch back (Woo)
Damn (Brr)

[Verse 2: Smooky MarGielaa]
Run up on, I’ma give it right back (Woo, brr)
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can’t afford that (Baow)
Got some boomin’, in Margiela’s, five racks plus tax (Yeah)
Fake niggas always lookin’, why they get they movin’ like that? (Yeah)
Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer (Yeah)
Say you lookin’ for her, I ain’t never see her (Yeah, woah)
Came from duckin’ felonies and misdemeanors (Woo, woo)
Ain’t wanna see us cappin’, down in big arenas (Woo, woo)
I’m big G.R.A.P.E., but I got an old demeanor (Woo)
Don’t run up, ’cause you know I keep my nina (Woo)
Haters always hatin’, get no money, they can’t keep up (Woo)
Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up (Woo)

[Chorus: Smooky MarGielaa & French Montana]
MarGielaa man, I ain’t even with that chit chat (Woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli’ where my wrist at (Ha)
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana)
Got a lame nigga callin’, ’cause he want his bitch back (Haan)
Damn

[Verse 3: French Montana]
’88 rope chain on body beamers (Skrrt)
South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her (Woo)
Montana, man, whip it up for that get back (Yeah)
Got a thing with me, wanna fuck? No chit-chat (Haan)
Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap (Woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, taliban, rack top, niggas big cap (Woo, woo, brr)
Yeah, marchin’ band, hundred rounds hangin’ off the chopper (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, brr)
2020 done, yeah, Phantom of the Opera (Haan)
Word to them crabs on the island eatin’ lobster (Woo)
Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (Ah)
Wait ’til you see it from the photo (Photo)
Shooter with me, ridin’ with a sawed off (Sawed off, baow)
I’ll never do my dawg like Manolo (Manolo)
Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo
I was spinnin’ block, blow the top off your coupe
Montega man, MarGielaa man what it do?

[Chorus: Smooky MarGielaa]
MarGielaa man, I ain’t even with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli’ where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin’, ’cause he want his bitch back
Damn

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grillz)
Too late
Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin
Hahaha

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^{Songwriter (s): French Montana, A$AP Rocky, Smooky MarGielaa & DJ Drama}

Rakim Athelaston Mayers, known professionally as ASAP Rocky, is an American rapper and record producer. He is a member of the hip hop collective A$AP Mob, from which he adopted his moniker. In August 2011, Rocky's single "Peso" was leaked online and within weeks received radio airplay.

Chinx, DJ Drama & French Montana – The Oath Lyrics

Chinx, DJ Drama & French Montana Lyrics

The Oath
^{this track by Chinx, DJ Drama & French Montana features John F. Kennedy}

[Intro: DJ Drama & John F. Kennedy]
Ladies and gentlemen
The very word “secrecy” is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment far outweighed the dangers…
Let’s get to it

[Verse 1: Chinx, French Montana & DJ Drama]
Yeah, kitchen cookin’ O’s (Servin’)
Thirty-six of those, lil’ one, you got his soul (The whole thing)
Dolla on the beat and niggas got a zone (Zone)
I’m at these niggas necks, like a collarbone (Gangsta)
I’m ballin’ all these fuckers, all net
If it ain’t about a check, I don’t stress (Tell ’em), nah
I let my money work out, both legs
Take a sip of water, do some more sets (Yay)
You’re rockin’ with the new illuminati, all-black Maserati (That’s right)
Careful how you talk, my young boys’ kamikaze (What?)
Started from the block to a hundred M’s
New ghost Rolls in a set of gems (What?)
Shit, nigga, you damn right
Whipped it on the stove (Woo), just to get my fan right (For sure, man)
Coke Boy, nigga, we anti (Tax)
Pop the pill, sip the lean, we gon’ take flight (Flight)
The fact that I’m doin’ good, they wanna pull me back (Back)
Grind like a mule, hard work is what you lack (For sure)
Light a candle, say a prayer for the past homies
Ain’t belong in here (Rest in peace)
On the block where the homicides go down (What?)
Fast money never slow down (Uh)
Cycles on and on, like a merry-go-round (Uh)
A few you make it out, except for the chosen ones (Woo)
You heard many songs, this the unspoken ones (Shh)

[Interlude: DJ Drama, Chinx & French Montana]
Dedicated
All I ask is a lil’ secrecy
Only the real niggas know what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
To my nigga Chinx Drugz
Oh, yes, it’s Drugz
Fuck, I get mine, nigga, get yours, haha
CB6
(Coke Boy, baby)
For our loved ones
All our fallen soldiers (Yeah)
CB6

[Verse 2: French Montana & DJ Drama]
Pop Smoke, Nipsey Hussle, King Von, Chinx Drugz
Triple X, Juice WRLD, Fred tha God (Love you niggas)
Fifteen roaches on my face, like I was Puffy Combs (Puffy Combs)
Fifteen hitters with me, shootin’ like they Eddie Jones (Eddie Jones)
I was trippin’ off my weight, mixin’ Percs with tequila (Percs with tequila)
From a feelin’, now my diamonds dancin’ like Triller
We was hustlin’ on the block, from the housin’ departments
Stand in middle of the street, like I was Paul McCartney
Me and Chinx racin’ foreigns, got Pop on the chorus (Vroom)
You know legends never die, king like Notorious (Never)
I done skipped death twice, here to tell you stories
They done shot me in the head, that’s the price I’m payin’
That new illuminati, all yellow-red Bugatti
Racin’ through the back-blocks, like it’s Abu Dhabi
Bumpin’ Maserati Fox in that black Maserati
I sipped lean with Mac Miller, rest in peace, God heal us
Rolled around with Big Pun through the South Bronx slums
Bumpin’ Punisher, tell Allah “Take me, I’m a punisher”
And God told you
If you try to control what Saudia control, it controls you
Gotta watch they actions, not they captions
Coke Boys, we’re livin’ with a passion (With a passion)
A few make it out, except for the chosen ones (Chosen ones)
You heard plenty songs, this the unspoken one (Gangsta Grillz)

[Outro: DJ Drama]
All I ask this year is we stay alive
We stay great
Hip-hop, we need you
I pray to God, all my niggas up there
Y’all lookin’ down on us and you proud of us
You see, legends never die
Legacy’s are forever
A message to the entire community
We better than this
When will it stop?
I’m tired of losin’ my niggas
A dedication, peace signs up
Light a candle, say a prayer
Light a candle, say a prayer
Light a candle, say a prayer
Love you, my niggas
Light a candle, say a prayer
For life
Light a candle, say a prayer

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French Montana, DJ Drama & Benny The Butcher – RZA Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & Benny The Butcher Lyrics

RZA
^{this is a track by French Montana, DJ Drama & Benny The Butcher}

[Intro: DJ Drama & French Montana]
I pledge allegiance to the Coke Boys
Special for the streets
(Coke Boy, baby)
I pledge allegiance to the Coke Boys (Uh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Smoked ’em like a loosie (A loosie)
Money think like Aruci (Aruci)
Servin’ that raw sushi, get it off the ‘Gram like Boosie (Boosie)
Sicker than your average (Average)
Brick up in the attic (Attic)
Selektah with the Statik
Nowitzki with the maverick (Woo)
My opps need nine lives
Shit dizzy in a high-rise (High-rise)
Self-made, no allies (No allies)
Wave God, we top five (Wave)
Sticky in the drop, uh
Milli’ with the chop (Skrrt)
Million dollar game, feel like Gillie with the pop (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Rari, four-hundred horses (Horses)
Drip like a broken faucet (Faucet)
Black spider Porsches (Porsches)
Alhamdulillah them crosses (Alam Alaykum)
I need mines in dollars (Dollars), keep your blogs and flowers (Flowers)
Jackin’ styles, niggas they owe me, YK Osiris (Ah)

[Chorus: French Montana & Benny the Butcher]
But I’ll be (But I’ll be)
I follow OG’s, not the IG (Not the IG, hey)
Fresh up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy)
I follow OG’s, not the IG (Haan)
Still throwin’ parties when an opp die (When my opp die)
Got a bad bitch from the Southside (Southside)
Montana smokin’ on your Rushmore (The Butcher comin’, nigga)
Coke Boys knockin’ at your front door (Gangsta, yo)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
They wonder how I got this hot and I’m still hungry
‘Cause that few million a nigga done touched, they know real money (Nah)
Uh, I was spendin’ stacks on clothes, figured I’d attract some hoes
Front row at fashion shoes, never was my fashion goal
S550 coupe, pitch black, tint black, my bitch Black (My bitch Black)
Face on the Rollie, even this black (Even this black)
Big gun, we don’t need no mishaps (Uh-uh), corner boy
Fuck you talkin’ old money for when I spent that?
Racks on a jet, I’m landin’ somewhere in Vegas
Just to curb my enthusiasm like Larry David (Hahaha)
I’m ten times better, but I’m not near as famous
‘Cause paparazzi don’t take pictures at wear I’m hangin’
Hmm, and if she broke, I can’t stand the bitch (Hate her)
I won a couple championships, now I’m in a more fancy shit
I’m hands-on when I’m stampin’ bricks
I really flew Southwest, my plug got a mansion with a landin’ strip
They hear this shit and start to think “Is it really me?” (Yeah, it’s me)
Did me and Reg’ serve the whole city in that infinity? (No comment)
Get with us, then tell me if I give off the energy
Ex-drug dealer, rapper, I’m the epitome, it’s Butch’ (Ah)

[Chorus: French Montana]
But I’ll be (But I’ll be)
I follow OG’s, not the IG (Not the IG, hey)
Fresh up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy)
I follow OG’s, not the IG (Haan)
Still throwin’ parties when an opp die (Ah-baow-baow-baow)
Got a bad bitch from the Southside (Southside)
Montana smokin’ on your Rushmore (Rushmore)
Coke Boys knockin’ at your front door (Haan)

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grillz)
You see, when it come to this mixtape shit
I’m out here shadowboxin’ with myself
You get it?

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Jeremie Damon Pennick, known professionally as Benny the Butcher, is an American rapper and actor from Buffalo, New York. He is part of the hip hop group Griselda with frequent collaborators and first-cousins Westside Gunn and Conway the Machine. He is also a part of the collective Black Soprano Family.

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French Montana sets “the city on fire” and says “Yes I Do”

French Montana delivers the brand new Coke Boys mixtape Coke Boys 6: Money Heist Edition. The extensive 29-track project is billed as a Gangsta Grillz tape alongside DJ Drama and features guest appearances from A$AP Rocky, Benny The Butcher, Kodak Black, Jeremih, Max B, Vory, King Combs, NAV, EST Gee, Stove God Cook$, the late Chinx and more.

French Montana, Stove God Cooks & DJ Drama – Intro Lyrics

French Montana, Stove God Cooks & DJ Drama Lyrics

Intro
^{this track by French Montana, Stove God Cooks & DJ Drama features Coke Boy Cheeze, Lil Mo Mozzarella & Lil Jon}

[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Mo Mozzarella]

(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)
Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in
We had to get back in [?], it’s out of control
These kids wanna shoot people in the foot
Just to see how long it takes ’em to hop to the corner
(Coke Boy, baby)
Haha, we ain’t been here in a minute
If your beauty I’d no longer see
I guess it was about that time
Would you leave me, pretty baby?
We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god’s here
And if I thought it best to set you free, yeah
Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin’ up, like the ’80s
Would you hate me?
DJ Drama
Montana (Gangsta Grillz)
If you would, please tell me now, so I can—
[Refrain: French Montana & DJ Drama]
Yeah (Yeah), sellin’ dope, smokin’ dope (Dope)
You ain’t wavy, stay afloat (Float)
Talkin’ snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)
They ain’t happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)
Nothin’ but love, nothin’ but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby)

[Interlude: DJ Drama]
If I thought it best to set you free
Would you hate me?
Y’all ready?
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Refrain: French Montana]
Yeah (Yeah), sellin’ dope, smokin’ dope (Dope)
You ain’t wavy, stay afloat (Float)
Talkin’ snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)
They ain’t happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)
Nothin’ but love, nothin’ but love (Coke Boy, baby)

[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
Money to the plug
The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk
We paid y’all prices to patch the hoes up
No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked
The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug

[Verse 2: Coke Boy Cheeze]
They say it’s love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake)
Got the police state to state
This shit too real, you can’t relate
Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate
I want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake)
Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Word to Gillie, I’m the king, I don’t want to keep her
In my boxers, walkin’ through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)
Introduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to [?] (Bronx to [?])
Why they worryin’ about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (Killed us faster)
You’ve mistaken that attention for success
I’ve been ridin’ with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby)

[Verse 4: Coke Boy Cheeze]
Nigga, it’s “Fuck you, pay me” (Fuck you)
And you know I’m from the Bronx
Where it’s hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi’
Benz black Audi, it’s navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin’ crazy
One-night only, my baby, you save ’em and cuff like a stadium
They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)
The pinkie go snowboardin’ in the chain, like Steakie

[Verse 5: Stove God Cooks & DJ Drama]
They shot him at Mercedes, screamin’ “Should’ve paid me”
He thought he would die big, he end up bein’ gravy (Damn)
I made a killin’ off the shop-steps
Water-whip monster, I’m the Loch Ness
I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest

[Verse 6: French Montana]
She ain’t ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg
A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole [?] (Whole [?])
Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find)
Sober lately, hard to line me
Real success is keepin’ bars behind me
Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie
First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)
Trail ’em with the blazers, dealers with the aces
Miller with the [?], Medusa’s lyin’ faces

[Verse 7: Coke Boy Cheeze]
California ‘cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases
Teeth shinin’, no braces, Louis shoes, no laces
Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin’ on ’em, like the stages
And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages
Minor league to the majors, give my word, there’s higher wages
And I get high off the za’, grabber with the papers
That’ll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don’t do no favors
They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors

[Bridge: Stove God Cooks]
One o’clock, two o’clock, thirty for a block (Block)
Cookin’ in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)
Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks
Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Mo Mozzarella & Lil Jon]
(Gangsta Grillz)
Welcome to ’23
The Jordan of this shit
Mixtape king, like [?] J
CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy
The wave’s back
Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride
Yours truly
I wanna welcome y’all out
To none other than somethin’ legendary
Coke Boys 6, suckers
These kids don’t wanna pay no homage
They wanna forget who influenced ’em
You should let me loose on ’em
I’ll go ’round and [?] their basket, you know
They can put what they got in their pockets in there
Fives, tens, nickels, dimes
They treatin’ pennies like they’re [?]

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Pheelz & French Montana – Finesse Lyrics

Pheelz & French Montana Lyrics

Finesse
^{this track by Pheelz is a French Montana remix}

Intro
I don’t want peace
I want problems, always

Chorus: Pheelz & French Montana
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I’m broke with my business (Ye ye)
Touch the light that’s bright o (Ge ge ti, han)
Folake for the night o (Montana)

Verse 1: French Montana
I feel blessed (Ayy, ayy)
If you broke, gotta mind your business (Uh-huh)
Catch me on an island, eating lobsters with the shooters
Haters in the crib like Ray J with the noodles
Finesse, self-made boss, gotta make a toast
Out of everyone I lost, I miss myself the most
Shawty feel blessed, Montana spoilеd me
I do it out of love, pay me back in loyalty
I feel blеssed like Johnny Depp
She was higher than the gas price, no stress (Han)
Yeah, she killed the spot, I was a witness
If you ain’t talking money, she don’t speak English

Chorus: Pheelz
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I’m broke with my business (Ye ye)
Touch the shana to bright you (Ge ge ti)
Folake for the night o (Ge ge ti)
Ah, finesse (Ge ge ti)
If I broke my business (When when ti)
Touch the shana it’s bright o (Ye ye)
Folake for the night o (When ge ti)

Verse 2: Pheelz
Ooh, no, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight
I just wanna party and me, on ice
Yeah, I’m chilling with the good boys, my guys
You don’t wanna mess with my grind, on Christ
Kini, kini, koko (Koko)
Woni, woni, kiloshele gangan
Why I dey gbese like poco (Poco)
I got girls all around in a drop top

Bridge: Pheelz & French Montana
Bad girl say she wan Netflix and chill (Ooh, yeah)
So I ja ticket give am warning (Yeah)
If you fall in love, girl e certain (Yeah)
You go chop breakfast I’m not capping (Yeah)
Can you see dribble, Amokachi (Yeah)
I’m not faking this no fugazzi (Yeah)
You see these feelings I’m not catching (Yeah)
Ọmọ ọpẹ stand fit I just won dey (Montana)

Outro: Pheelz
Finesse, finesse, finesse, oh

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French Montana – Alcatraz Lyrics

Alcatraz
^{this is a track by French Montana}

[Chorus]
I’m expensive every day, I ain’t free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)
I’m expensive every day, I ain’t free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)

[Verse]
I’m a gremlin (I’m a gremlin)
I knew the ass fake and still hit it (And still hit it)
Her friend ate it, you been hated (Been hated)
Word to 112, my life ain’t peachy (Ain’t peachy)
Goin’ viral like Fat Joe in them Yeezys (Fat Joe in them Yeezys, ah)
You know who got them hits, boy (Boy), straight drop (Drop)
You ain’t poppin’ (Pop), don’t make me Kay Flock ’em (Flock ’em)
Split the work, had to J-Lo and A-Rod ’em (A-Rod ’em)
Then I shipped it out to Philly like James Harden (Bah)
Put the hoes in the SoHo house (SoHo house)
Feeling like Nelly, might snipe your bitch and put the porno out (Woo)
The mayor wanna meet them young boys wildin’ (Wildin’)
It ain’t drill music (Music), they been catching bodies (Baow)
Bustin’ down four Os, no Audi (Skrrt)
Ridin’ with the Masi like Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
They thought it was funny, they was trollin’ (They was trollin’)
Caught ’em like DaBaby, they was bowlin’ (They was bowlin’)
Montana flood the city, you ain’t making no noise (No noise)
I just snatched DThang up, them Coke Boys (Coke Boys)
I feel like Ye through the car crash (Car crash)
Feel like Ye ’cause me and Ye killed the curse from the Kardash (Kardash, woo)
They shot me from behind, that’s a flashback (Flashback)
It was a body on the scene from the blast back (Blast back)
She lied on her booty, that’s an ass cap (Ass cap)
I asked her what’s her sign, she said, “CashApp” (CashApp)
I came with the drama like Jack Harlow (Jack Harlow)
That Bugatti two-toned like Winnie Harlow (Ah)
South Bronx, south side with the hitters (Hitters)
Back like Joe Rogan, I ain’t fucking with you niggas
Shawty sent 50K, she ain’t send enough (Send enough)
I’m a mack, baby, I ain’t no swindler (Swindler)
From the floor up (Up), no ceilings (No ceilings)
No bored apes, just gorillas (Just gorillas)
Super cold, Dr. Dre at the Super Bowl
Two below, been Death Row before Snoop controlled (Woo)
Five bricks in G5 (G5)
I run the Apple like Steve Jobs (Steve Jobs)
Ride big Vs like the G house (G house)
Montega in the flesh, Mac & Cheese 5 (Mac & Cheese 5)
Uh

[Chorus]
I’m expensive every day, I ain’t free tomorrow (Free tomorrow)
I’m expensive every day, I ain’t free tomorrow (Free tomorrow, ah)

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Alcatraz
Something To Prove (Love Song)
5 Bombs
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Skinny – Salam Lyrics

“Salam”
^{this track by $kinny features French Montana}

(Swizz Beatz)
Asalamu alaykom x4
Wa alaykom asalam x4
My habibi habibty habibi
My habibti habibi habibty

Verse 1 ($kinny)
Word to my dog my G’z I need another one
All of my cars got speed just like I’m on the run
Mouth fulla gold my teeth feel like the golden one
Ama get the cash u let the motor run
All black wagon with the white seats
Iced out yeah bitch I might be
Nah I don’t give a fuck if u don’t like me
Keep a few shooters call em spike lee
Keep a few cougars on the lock down
Keep a few rugers on me yeah bitch
I’m hot now 100k way before the plane even touchdown
Glad to say I did it first Swizzy what up now

(Swizz Beatz)
Asalamu alaykom x4
Wa alaykom asalam x4
My habibi habibty habibi
My habibti habibi habibty

Verse 2 (French Montana)
Habibi Habiti that strap in my CK
Young leader with leeway
Like OJ on the freeway, speedin
Down the third lane lamb turbo leaving
Like Frank Lucas burned the fur coat tweaking
First Muslim with the round the world flow achieved it
Immigrated then gave the world ho
Crib on the cliff like china with great wall
Got haters in Niagra that want to see the great fall
Pray and stand on my ways who I pray for
Pyramids in Egypt to the F1 race cars
Assalm alaikom is the Middle East symphony
Milli for a show need the cash fly it in for me

(Swizz Beatz)
Asalamu alaykom x4
Wa alaykom asalam x4
My habibi habibty habibi
My habibti habibi habibty

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^{Songwriter (s): French Montana | Skinny | Swizz Beatz}

Sami Hamed is a Saudi-American hip hop rapper born in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. He is the founder and CEO of 966 Entertainment. Los Angeles Bred, Saudi-American artist, producer and songwriter grew up in world where music is taboo, so he created an escape and crafted his own realm.

project: Have A Nice Trip (2022)
^SKINNY

TAMAM
Saudi Most Wanted
Gas
Salam
Mind Your Business
You feel nothing
Higher Than The Moon
Never Leave Me Lonely
Blicky
Cartier
Everyday Ballin’
My Blocka
Wallahi

DreamDoll & French Montana – Ice Cream Dream Lyrics

“Ice Cream Dream”
^{this track by DreamDoll features French Montana}

[?]

Haters hear me down the block
Haters hear me down the block
It’s like the ice cream coming
It’s like the ice cream coming
Haters hear me down the block
Haters hear me down the block
It’s like the ice cream coming
It’s like the ice cream coming

[?]

Get them ice cream coming
Got that ice cream
Get them ice cream coming
Got that chocolate
Strawberry with the frosting
Get them ice cream
Dream Doll got them fussing
Get them ice cream
Haha
Talk nice!

[?]

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^{Songwriter (s): DreamDoll & French Montana}

French Montana — Lyrics
^{Karim Kharbouch}

French Montana & 2Rare – RATATAAAAA Lyrics

Bitch, I’m him, booted up with no Timbs I be walkin’…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Mr. Chicken – Forever Lyrics

Came from the bottom, like a bounce-pass (Haan) Coke Boy, might…

King Combs, French Montana & DJ Drama – Can’t Stop Won’t Stop (Remix) Lyrics

Lil’ Haiti baby, I remember stealin’ mangoes How my side bitch…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze – Addicted To You Lyrics

I’m addicted to you, I don’t wanna leave Addicted like a…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Jeremih – Choose You Lyrics

I ain’t nothin’ that you used to now (Ooh) Different vibes…

French Montana & Ayoub – Slidin Lyrics

I’m just tryna lay low and focus on the detail I’ve…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49 – Igloo Lyrics

He still prayin’ to Allah, but he blow pistols, like a…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze – New Punani Lyrics

You had elevators in the trap, huh? (Trap, huh?) You the…

French Montana & DJ Drama – Not So Bad Lyrics

ICU night, strapped to my hand was my alias (Ah, ah)…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Coke Boy Cheeze – Going Yeezy Lyrics

Fuck with me, baby (Ayy) It ain’t easy, I’m goin’ easy…

Max B & DJ Drama – Lemonade Lyrics

I let her ship on the keys while I drive I…

Vory, DJ Drama & French Montana – Project Baby (Remix) Lyrics

I come from the gutter, I’m a project baby My heart…

French Montana & NAV – Fenty Lyrics

Only thing free if you callin’ collect (Skrrt) Shoutout to Max,…

French Montana – Yes I Do Lyrics

Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty hoes (Yes, I do) Got ’em…

French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee – Free Smoke Lyrics

Free smoke, fuck what you heard about me Everythin’ cost, bitch,…

French Montana, Smookie Margielaa & A$ap Rocky – Chit Chat Lyrics

I’ll never do my dawg like Manolo (Manolo) Paparazzi pay a…

Chinx, DJ Drama & French Montana – The Oath Lyrics

I done skipped death twice, here to tell you stories They…

French Montana, DJ Drama & Benny The Butcher – RZA Lyrics

Face on the Rollie, even this black (Even this black) Big…

French Montana sets “the city on fire” and says “Yes I Do”

French Montana delivers the brand new Coke Boys mixtape Coke Boys…

French Montana, Stove God Cooks & DJ Drama – Intro Lyrics

The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk We…

Pheelz & French Montana – Finesse Lyrics

Haters in the crib like Ray J with the noodles Finesse,…

French Montana – Alcatraz Lyrics

I’m a mack, baby, I ain’t no swindler (Swindler) From the…

Skinny – Salam Lyrics

Nah I don’t give a fuck if u don’t like me…

Antonio Brown – Pit Not The Palace (Remix) Lyrics

I’m from the six, not the seven Bitch, I’m the stepper,…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Diddy – ICU | NobleLyrics

Ayo, call me and m- call me and tell me that…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Tonight Only | NobleLyrics

Sheeps and G.O.A.Ts (Sheeps and G.O.A.Ts) Cold killers, there was decent…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – How You King? | NobleLyrics

Or you measure by the decades, who’s the Jefe? With the…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Business | NobleLyrics

She was geekin’ for attention, gave her to the streets Necklace…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – FWMGAB | NobleLyrics

Diamonds disco-flashin’, drip toe-tagin’ (Tag) Mink coat draggin’, block boy trappin’…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Coi Leray – Push Start | NobleLyrics

Suck on it, touch on it Kiss on it, flip on…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – I Don’t Really Care | NobleLyrics

And came through with Khloe down the city island Sanaa Lathan,…

[Lyrics] » French Montana, TY Dolla $ign & Latto – Striptease | NobleLyrics

Do a striptease (Tease) She a bad lil’ bitch, she a…

[Lyrics] » French Montana, John Legend & Rick Ross – Touch The Sky | NobleLyrics

My doors butterfly for the summertime (The Biggest) Top floor of…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Lil Tjay – Bag Season | NobleLyrics

Quarterback if I call a play Your money thin like Coi…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Kodak Black – Mopstick | NobleLyrics

Yeah, glizzy on me, glue Hanging, hitting out the coupe I…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Fraud | NobleLyrics

Blue hunnids like Avatar (Yeah) None of my bitches average CokeBoy,…

[Lyrics] » French Montana, Pop Smoke & Lil Durk – Stuck In The Jungle | NobleLyrics

Through these Cartiers they cried Armani tears if a nigga tried…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Diddy – Prayer (Skit) | NobleLyrics

Forgive them, for they know not what they do God, thank…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Doja Cat – Handstand | NobleLyrics

Run, Ricky (Woo), now he dippin’ through the avenue French, comment…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Appreciate Everything | NobleLyrics

Damn, I been sober, high off the numbers (Ha) Pay off…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Fivio Foreign – Panicking | NobleLyrics

Then die right in front of your block, uh (Uh) Get…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Losing Weight | NobleLyrics

D-d-doin’ anything that go viral Montana had the wave before Tidal…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Didn’t Get Far | NobleLyrics

Uh, pray when I get in the car ‘Cause a lot…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – FWMGAB (Remix) | NobleLyrics

Niggas ain’t straight, bitches ain’t safe Wockesha slow my pace, this…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – The Paper | NobleLyrics

From twenty mill’ in Calabasas on real estate (Woo) Passed the…

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Cold | NobleLyrics

Shorty nice, I’ma take her to the May House (House) I…

Antonio Brown – Pit Not The Palace (Remix) Lyrics

“Pit Not The Palace (Remix)”
^{this track by Antonio Brown features 42 Dugg & French Montana}

AB
Man, I’ve been sittin’ back waiting for the moment
Man, to see you run down the field again, brother
I told you from day one, this was gon’ be a tough move
You made it
You’ve came through the fire (Ayy)
Be ready to see the light (Ayy)
‘Cause the prayer is ready for you to be back

I’m from the pit, not the palace, I’m kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I’m from the pit, not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Came from the struggle
I had to hustle
Get it off the muscle, this is no tussle
I don’t gotta touch you
I get the beat, I make it bubble
This is tough
Fresh out the pavement
They bring the pain, I bring the payment
Throw in the hate, this an arraignment
I told you from day one, this was gon’ be a tough move

I’m from the six, not the seven
Bitch, I’m the stepper, God, I’m the Devil (Ayy)
Steal from the church then pay off the reverend
Fuck on a first then send her the block (Go ‘head)
Spinnin’ with chopps’
I hope [?] no, I am not
Bezel bust down [?] wear the top
Mr. fuck a ho and leave and her
I don’t fuck ’cause [?] (At all)
Why they mad at us?
Shit, probably ’cause we eatin’
From the pit, not the palace
Fuck ’em if we ready (Fuck)
Fuck her if she hatin’, I’ma keep goin’ crazy (I’ma keep goin’ crazy)
Pit, not the palace (Yeah)
Bust down the Patek (Yeah)
Give it to my daddy, bitch

Ayy, I’m from the pit, not the palace, Mr. No Stylist (Ayy)
Gotti, no malice
Top off like Tiffany Hadish (Woo)
Straight from the mud to the atlas (Uh-huh)
Shot for the moon, hit the stars with the fragment (Pop, pop, pop)
Verses more verses, you will get embarrassed (Embarrased)
End your career, better go check the tracklist (Han)
I’m from the jungle (Jungle), I’m from the struggle (Struggle)
G-Pack the bundle (Bundle), all the more sons you
Clash with the titans (Titans), slide with your lady (Lady)
Retirement plan, she won’t come back like Brady (Woo)
Coke Boy season (Season), got the white truffle (Truffle)
Drop brown bad (Bad), this ain’t no tussle

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^{Songwriter (s): 42 Dugg, French Montana & Antonio Brown}

project: Paradigm (2022)
^{ANTONIO BROWN}

Champions
Business Boomin
Get In My Bag
Put That Shit On
Pit Not The Palace (Remix)
Half a Moon
Ptsd
Don’t Leave
Chilly Waters
Pit Not The Palace
Shuki Diamonds

French Montana — Lyrics
^{Karim Kharbouch}

DreamDoll & French Montana – Ice Cream Dream Lyrics

It’s like the ice cream coming Haters hear me down the…

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Diddy – ICU | NobleLyrics

“ICU”

French Montana & Diddy

Previously on-

[Spoken Word: Diddy]
Ayo, hit me back as soon as you get this message
I just heard some crazy shit, Chinx just told me you had a fucking heart attack or OD’d or some shit like that
Like you up in critical condition
Ayo, call me and m- call me and tell me that shit ain’t true, nigga
For real, you got me tripping, B
I’m calling Sal, I’m calling everybody, I’m calling all around
I can’t get Shawn on the phone
Ayo, yo when you get this message, call me man

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch & Diddy}

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Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Tonight Only | NobleLyrics

“Tonight Only”

French Montana

[Intro]
One night only
For one night only
One night only
For one night only (Coke Boy, baby)
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1]
I hit the TV on the side tryna fix the channel (Woo)
Now the Wraith with the stars ’til they light the candles
I can spin the block and have you spinnin’ back (Baow-baow, baow-baow)
Or I can get on my grown man talk to Jim and Max
Tried to lock me on the block but I’m a visionary
Only place success before work is in the dictionary
I’m the seed, throw dirt on me, I’ma grow
Sick in the head, askin’ Puff about Pac and B.I.G. (Talk to ’em)
I’ma catch up with Allah when we suppose to meet
‘Til then, bring a chair, a table, and the groceries
For every snipe there’s another ten you don’t see
We pretend money came, now we don’t speak (One night only)
I’m on the edge tweakin’ lately, don’t push it (For one night only)
Pills ate my brain up, I’m hooked, my insides cookin’ (One night only)
Cannon style if they wildin’ out (For one night only)
Run ’em over, Suge Knight, when we ridin’ out (Woo)

[Chorus]
One slip away (One slip away)
One plan away (One plan away)
One brick away (One brick away)
One scam away (One scam away)
On the road to the riches in my Chevrolet (Chevrolet)
[Verse 2]
Sheeps and G.O.A.Ts (Sheeps and G.O.A.Ts)
Cold killers, there was decent folks (Decent folks)
Where the skinny die but we eat the most (Ah, eat the most)
Prayed on my enemies, started losin’ friends (Losin’ friends)
I could win it all or I could lose again (Lose again)
You need God on this level when your head spinnin’ (Your head spinnin’)
‘Cause the mountain top is small and the air thin (Uh, the air thin)
A visitin’ place, not a livin’ space (Livin’ space)
Gotta take the stripes right with the scars (Right with the scars)
And tell death to take it easy ’cause life is hard (Life is hard)

[Chorus]
(One night only)
One slip away (One slip away)
One plan away (One plan away, for one night only)
One brick away (One brick away)
One scam away (One scam away, one night only)
On the road to the riches in my Chevrolet (Chevrolet)
One slip away (One slip away)
One plan away (One plan away)
One brick away (One brick away)
One scam away (One scam away)
On the road to the riches in my Chevrolet (Chevrolet)

[Bridge]
Hangin’ with the killers this the song I sing (The song I sing)
Real niggas do real things (Real things)
Hangin’ with some cold bitches, this the song I sing (The song I sing)
Real bitches do real things (Real things)
Ayy, get you all right with the top, ayy
Whip it up ’til it’s foamin’ at the top, ayy
Backshots, she finish off with the top, ayy
From the block, finish off at the top, ayy
[Outro]
(One night only)
Montana (For one night only)
Harry Fraud (One night only)
This what we do (For one night only)
Got that wave before a tidal, ah
Montega the Great (Montega the Great)
La Fontaine shit (La Fontaine shit)
French Connection (French Connection, French Connection)
(One night only)

^{Writer (s): Karim Kharbouch}

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Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – How You King? | NobleLyrics

“How You King?”

French Montana

[Intro]
(Hitmaka)
If I fell with no one around, wouldn’t even make a sound
‘Cause I can’t even make one now
Now I get these thoughts in my head
But I wouldn’t do it anyway, or at least it’s what I say
‘Til I’m out on the edge
I take a look at the bottom
I know it would hurt hittin’ ground but I don’t think that I mind the fallin’
Would anyone know? Is there anyone watchin’?
I’m gettin’ crazy ideas in my head and I don’t think I’m able to stop ’em

[Verse 1]
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the Blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffel Bag Boy, with the GRAMMY winners on the tabloids
Real champs never pawn rings
Never leap offsprings for short springs, no offense
We the summer boys, hits every year
All bazookas, where they put the roof at?
Do you put Hov where you put B.I.G. and Snoop at?
Or you put him higher ’cause he made it bigger through that?
Or you measure by the decades, who’s the Jefe?
With the most mamis suckin’ on the leche
Or you measure by the pioneers?
All the youngins makin’ hits, classics, and dyin’ in a couple years
[Chorus]
Day ones to the top with me
Ain’t no love you could buy from me
Just a mosque in the wild for me
They don’t wanna get high with me, just high for me

[Verse 2]
How you the king? Check the catalog (‘Log)
Who you stackin’ on? (On) I’m in the crib like the Avalon
You can’t clash, knock your helmet off (Off)
Million sprints through this Rap-A-Thon
I’m in the drop with your goddess, yeah, your Babylon (Skrr)
There was biters ‘tll they caught the itis
Overnighters can’t afford their writers
That Maldives water lookin’ like, Hpnotiq (Woo)
Ten years plus, need hits? French got ’em (Han)
We leveled up, view 360, yeah
Never get it twisted like Doug Christie hair (Haha)
Hologram outside with a bundle pack (Pack)
And I don’t sell vinyls for the bundle pack (Ah)

[Chorus]
Day ones to the top with me
Ain’t no love you could buy from me
Just a mosque in the wild for me
They don’t wanna get high with me, just high for me
[Verse 3]
I can’t hype the faith ’cause I leap (Leap)
I pray promises, I keep, and never fold like the silk sheets (Ah)
Ten piece and a lion emblem, Paparazzi render, CB don’t surrender
Threats we don’t send ’em, her temple foundation to the kingdom
Young kings had the block trendin’
And we low like we owe the pavement
But we own the buildin’, yeah, they want us in the blender
There was ceilings with my hands is (Ooh), tryin’ to keep us under
I’m leavin’ millions for the grandkids
Yeah, and tell me what’s the reason?
I got amnesia, live a life I don’t remember (I don’t remember)
Just the glimpse and pieces (Just the glimpse and pieces)

[Chorus]
Day ones to the top with me
Ain’t no love you could buy from me
Just a mosque in the wild for me
They don’t wanna get high with me, just high for me

[Outro]
Ayo, hit me back as soon as you get this message

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

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Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Business | NobleLyrics

“Business”

French Montana

[Chorus]
And I come from where I had no pot to piss in
M-M-Milli with no ice, I’m out here rocking Richard’s
Birkin, YSL, my ho can’t tell the difference (Haan)
And you gon have to die, I catch you in my business (Haan)
Thirty racks and nina’s, my bitch mad, she got to have it
Hellcat on the demon, hop out with that go-go gadget
VVS, these no SIs, you can’t tell the difference
And you gon have to die, I catch you in my business

[Verse 1]
I done floss so much I got to see a dentist
Bitch think she Serena, all the ice is tennis
Check my face card nigga, it ain’t got no blemish
And fuck niggas, get blitzed at the line of scrimmage
L-L-Lambo truck, I swear these bitches in Bughatti’s whippin’
Thirty-three M’s on my bullshit, I’m Scottie Pippen
Tried to put me in a box, had to Roddy Ricch it
Big house up in the sky, made it out the trenches
And I left that ho alone
I gave the city back they thots hope they made it home
Yeah, I just covered up my heart with chrome (Haan)
Screaming free my niggas ’till they home (Freebandz)
That’s just how I’m living (Haan)

[Chorus]
And I come from where they had no pot to piss in
A milli with no ice, I’m out here rocking Richard’s
Birkin, YSL, my ho can’t tell the difference (Haan)
And you gon have to die, I catch you in my business (Haan)
Thirty racks and nina’s, my bitch mad, she got to have it (Baow)
Hellcat on the demon, hop out with that go-go gadget
VVS, these no SIs, you can’t tell the difference
And you gon have to die, I catch you in my business
[Verse 2]
She was geekin’ for attention, gave her to the streets
Necklace cost your vision, we hop out in fleeks
Take the ”What” and leave the ”What”, all I got to eat
See me out in public, I look like a Sheik

[Chorus]
And I come from where I had no pot to piss in
A milli with no ice, I’m out here rocking Richard’s
Birkin, YSL, my ho can’t tell the difference (Haan)
And you gon have to die, I catch you in my business (Haan)
Thirty racks and nina’s, my bitch mad, she got to have it (Baow)
Hellcat on the demon, hop out with that go-go gadget
VVS, these no S signs, you can’t tell the difference
And you gon have to die, I catch you in my business

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

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Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – FWMGAB | NobleLyrics

“FWMGAB”

French Montana

[Intro]
Stoo—
Haan, yeah
Ayy (Stoopid)

[Chorus]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder
All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things
My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag
Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Diamonds disco-flashin’, drip toe-tagin’ (Tag)
Mink coat draggin’, block boy trappin’ (Trap)
Hot boy in action, don’t need caption
Rocks Dame Dash-in’, neck breakdancin’ (Woo)
Blue mist hookah, snipe game super
She don’t buss it open, call back the Uber
I’m a dog, I’m a beast, gotta own, never lease
Niggas out, leave the freaks, my condolence to the streets
Killed ’em ten summers straight, can’t last, niggas frontin’
Throw up bricks at her ass, yeah, ones and hundreds (Haan)
Talkin’ drip game poppin’ and the wrist game rockin’ (Haan)
Trap money stop all the drug dealers robbin’ (Montana)
My name ring bells, Clase Azul (Montana)
It’s them Uptown boys, copy cool (Haan)
[Chorus]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er (Haan)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Haan)
All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy)
My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
Montana on the rise
You don’t want no problem with these guys
Killed this pocket, drip zip lock it
Co-Co-Coupe flip-flopin’, chain TikTokin’
Yo-young players boss, wins with the losses
New drip, sauce, neck wrist faucet
Snipe don’t post, might-might go ghost
She don’t buss it open, fly-fly-fly back coach
Drop the dog off the leash, straight bombs I release
South Bronx, yeah the beast, young don of the east
Still ten toes down, Mo-Mo-Montana big stepper
And you know it’s goin’ down when I drop like McGregor
Got-Got-Got it on lock, old school to the new school (Haan)
My old school costs more than yo’ new school (Haan)
[Chorus]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er (Haan)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Haan)
All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy)
My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Get a bag)
Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo blessings

[Outro]
Montana on the rise
You don’t want no problem with these guys (Ahh)
Montana
With me, get a bag, ayy
With me, get a bag, ayy

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

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Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Coi Leray – Push Start | NobleLyrics

“Push Start”

French Montana & Coi Leray

this track features 42 Dugg

[Intro: Coi Leray]
Ayy, uh (Hitmaka)
Ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: French Montana & Coi Leray]
(Bitch, you don’t know about that)
Word to Trina, I’ma trick on it (Woo)
We ain’t throwin’ ones, throwin’ bricks on it (Yeah, yeah)
Watchin’ all the drip ’til she slip on it
If that’s your best friend, tell her, “Lick on it” (Yeah, yeah)
Suck on it, touch on it
Kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it
Bust down, bust down, get your freak on
Count it up, count it up, that’s my theme song
Is you fuckin’ for the love or fuckin’ these millions? (Hanh)
I been tryna be a ho but I got feelings (Ayy)
She a little freak comin’ for my head top
Bust down, gave me head like Jill Scott (Hanh)
Shawty kept the hunnid, nevеr hit the switch on it (Yeah, yeah)
Richard Millе on my arm, call me Rich Homie (Yeah, yeah, woo)
[Chorus: Coi Leray & 42 Dugg]
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain’t no tick on it, yeah, yeah)
Two bad bitches, might trick on it
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it, lick on it (Lick on it, bitch)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Sit on it, bust on it (Yeah), do a split, shit
I’m a fool with this rich dick (No cap)
What that mean? All the cool shit been here (Yeah)
Prolly a seven, couple eighths, sippin’ ten since (All cold)
Trendy, keep a red head when it’s windy (Yeah)
Beamin’, caught him tryna steal, youngin’, what’s the deal? (Ayy, yo)
Grip say he got a six, I want all seals (Pints)
Trip lookin’ for the fent’, ayy, who this? (I dunno)
Wrong number, bitch, I’m legit
Call me for a verse or call me for some ticks
Niggas trippin’, prolly movin’ right, put the case behind me (Done)
.40 on the seat, put the Drac’ behind me
You on live still fuckin’ fives (A five)
I ain’t squashin’ shit ’til they die (Bitch, right)

[Chorus: Coi Leray]
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain’t no tick on it, yeah, yeah)
Two bad bitches, might trick on it
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it, lick on it (Lick on it)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)
[Verse 3: Coi Leray]
Top ten list with your bitch on it
‘K-47 with the stick on it
Yeah, when you touch this pussy, you gon’ spend on it
Yeah, Kelly Rowland, we got a dilemma
Yeah, yeah, can I eat on it, lick on it?
Mm, can I sleep on it?
Press rewind, run it back, then delete on it
Yeah, turn around, touch my feet on it
Yeah, real big baller and shot caller
Came from the opps, then you know I don’t want him
Pistol in the drawer, got the money on the dresser
I know he be mad I be fuckin’ on his bestie
Do it so nasty, know you can’t pass me
Eight, nine, ten, he be goin’ like a taxi

^{Writer(s): French Montana, Coi Leray, 42 Dugg}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – I Don’t Really Care | NobleLyrics

“I Don’t Really Care”

French Montana

[Verse]
I don’t really care
I make trends and forget about ’em
You know I’m still stuntin’ through the virus
Word to Gambino, I’m acting childish
I’m the biggest bad boy since Wallace
I don’t really care
And them twenty cars you rappin’ ’bout
I spent that on the Bugatti, actin’ out
Two milli, that’s what that’s about
I don’t really care
In case you forgot, in case you forgot
Montana been had the city wildin’
And came through with Khloe down the city island
Sanaa Lathan, Demi Lovato
Iggy in Cabo, bitch, I been viral
I don’t really care
Top three, top three, top three snipes
I took a time off, now they got amnesia
Like I ain’t do it with a African Visa
Tell my competition I’ll be here tomorrow
And if I stay silent, you’ll be gone tomorrow
Couple niggas in my stylin’ bar
But I don’t really care
Only competition in my city is a chick (Haan)
Before the ‘Gram on, think I been viral
Now a diamond single and a platinum album
Word to Rod Wave, we started the wave
When you see us send a bottle of Ace
Commissary took my dawg in the cage (Free Max)
I don’t really care, been a trendsetter
JACKBOYS came from Coke Boys
I’m the guy with the sauce, boy
I don’t really care
But shout-out to Travis, that’s my dawg
Let’s toast the champagne like 40
Coke Boys like Ice-T
You barkin’ up the right tree
They jerk me at the Grammy’s
Next year, I’m bringing three for the family (Haan)
I don’t really care
Shorty know I get deep in her
I can’t lie I wanna be with her
If she take long, then I’m leavin’ her
I don’t really care
Astaghfirullahi
It’s them Coke Boys diary
Bitch, you know my body
I don’t really care, ah
We can get ghost in the Phantom
Shorty get low for the camera (Wallahi)
They call me Frenchy Montana (Wallahi)
I don’t really care (Wallahi), ah (Wallahi)
[Outro]
Montega
Young Salsa
Young wepa (Wallahi)
Ratata
Coke Boys (Wallahi)
You know what it is when you hear that hanh
Don’t check for me if you ain’t got a check for me

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “The Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana, TY Dolla $ign & Latto – Striptease | NobleLyrics

“Striptease”

French Montana, TY Dolla $ign & Latto

[Intro: Latto]
(Hitmaka)
Ooh (Cut)
(Right Now Sound)
Call him papi, Abu Dhabi (Sound) with a private pilot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Do a striptease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ bitch, she a big tease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ vibe, she got big dreams (Dreams)
Make it shake, do it right for the big screen (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Do a striptease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ bitch, she a big tease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ vibe, she got big dreams (Dreams)
Make it shake, do it right for the big screen (Screen, ooh, ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1: French Montana & Latto]
Say she want the karats, got a big fist (Ayy, ayy)
She play thе D like a player from the big East, ooh (Ayy, ayy)
Ooh, and shе came through (Came through)
Rollin’ with a six piece (Ooh)
Countin’ face blue, hunnids from the sixties
She want it, I got it, no lease, I bought it
She saw my name on that Bugatti (Yeah, Montana)
She wanna striptease in the Rolls (Ayy, ayy)
I’ma snipe her down like a p from Detroit (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Do a striptease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ bitch, she a big tease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ vibe, she got big dreams (Dreams)
Make it shake, do it right for the big screen (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Do a striptease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ bitch, she a big tease (Tease)
She a bad lil’ vibe, she got big dreams (Dreams)
Make it shake, do it right for the big screen (Screen, ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Cut)

[Verse 2: Latto]
If I put it on you, can’t go run and tell nobody (Shh)
Big tease in them jeans, while he try the Masi’/Mazzi’
Call him papi, Abu Dhabi with a private pilot
I know how to work the stick but he buss automatic
Bitch please (Yeah)
Tryna hit the Latto, nigga, got big dreams (Yeah)
And he heard I ride that dick like a six-speed (Hurrr)
Leave ’em not me (Yeah)
And save that trippin’ for your bitch ’cause that’s not me (On God)

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana, John Legend & Rick Ross – Touch The Sky | NobleLyrics

“Touch The Sky”

French Montana, John Legend & Rick Ross

[Intro: French Montana]
Fresh out the gate
We gon’ flood ’em
You know what it is (Hitmaka)
It’s that Morrocan Sahara desert, where the ocean at? (Sound)
Montana (Romano)
Turn it up ’til you can’t turn (Han, ayy)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I’m past different (Different), five bitches, I Saks Fifth ’em
They smoke weed but that Morrocan hash different (Ha)
Glass box to glass whippin’ (Skrrt)
One of one bag different
Born Muslim but the tag Christian
Golden beach mansion (Mansion)
2002, Steve Francis
Too hard for your weak glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada (Jada)
And when they drop the bond, I’ma free the Wave up (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I cop crabs by the kilometers, cruisin’ through Medina (Medina)
Black hawk risin’ like the phoenix (The phoenix)
Six feet, it don’t get more under
’Til then glass floors with the pitbulls under
Competition full of tricks and bundles (Tricks and bundles)
That’s a suckas sport (Sport)
Couldn’t beat us in the streets, so they won in court (Court)
Don’t get me started (Started)
My crib decarted (Decarted)
From New York but ain’t no squares in my garden (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh), ha
[Chorus: John Legend & Rick Ross]
Yeah, don’t it feel like (Like)
The rain’s on my side (Side)
’Cause when it feels right (Right)
My hands touch the sky (Sky)
Pardon my high (High)
Pardon the mood (Mood)
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high (High)
Pardon the mood (Mood, Double M)
Pardon my vibe (The Greatest, M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross & John Legend]
Meditate back on these clowns, my head in the clouds
Whoever did me foul, sure regrettin’ now (Huh)
I play the music loud when I’m dickin’ her down
I decorate the crib, they call it nostalgia (Oh)
I bet the way I live, they find it arousin’
It is what it is, impeccable housin’
Alkaline water blue champagne (Huh)
Not with the jake, I’m with a duffel on my campaign (Ha)
Fast money still I suffer from my lack of patience
Back to basics, broke niggas vaccinations
Me and French, Hall of Fame, comin’ off the bench (What?)
A Richard Millie, new McLaren and the baddest bitch (Huh)
My doors butterfly for the summertime (The Biggest)
Top floor of the [?] when she one of mine (Ooh)
The lobsters, ravioli and that’s for the guys (Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That’s the sunset, my hitters on the rise
[Chorus: John Legend]
Yeah, don’t it feel like (Like)
The rain’s on my side (Side)
‘Cause when it feels right (Right)
My hands touch the sky (Sky)
Pardon my high (High)
Pardon the mood (Mood)
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high (High)
Pardon the mood (Mood)
Pardon my vibe (Vibe)

[Outro: John Legend]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
It feel good, don’t it?
Oh-oh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, it feel good, don’t it?
Don’t it feel like
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

^{Writer(s): John Legend, Karim Kharbouch, Rick Ross}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Lil Tjay – Bag Season | NobleLyrics

“Bag Season”

French Montana & Lil Tjay

[Intro: French Montana & Lil Tjay]
I feel like the man when I walk through
When you hear that, “Han”
Tjay
I feel like the man when I walk through
Grrrtt, boom

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (I want)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all of that (Yeah)
I want, I want all the bags (Yeah, yeah)
I want, I need all the bags (Grr)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all the bags (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Young nigga got shit
I be steppin’ out the crib like I’m hot shit
Chain heavy, hella grams, I could pop shit
I be feelin’ like the man when I drop shit
I be feelin’ like the man when I walk through
I get twenty-five bands just to walk through
Still shippin’ to land when it’s full through
Couple milli off a plan that I sort through
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
I done open ’em doors, they mad
I’m steady winnin’, they forcin’ bad
Hе said he winnin’, it cost to brag
I earn a chip and then toss thе bag
Boy, ain’t no dividends, no, I ain’t givin’ in
Straight to the top and I’m forcin’ that
Hop in the foreign, I vroom
They don’t think when I walk in a room
I remember they hated me, nothin’ to say to me
Keep it like that, let’s resume
I’m a young nigga and I’m cocky
Used to eat cereals with no spoon
Any way I just do it, like we gettin’ to it (Grr)
Like Hoover, he tryna get boomed (Boom, boom, gang)
[Chorus: French Montana]
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want, we needs all the bags
I want, I need all the bags
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Jheeze, haan)

[Verse 2: French Montana & Lil Tjay]
Young nigga got shit (Uh)
I just painted your head, red dot shit (Bah-bah, baow)
[?], popstars on the block shit
Yeah, pussy opened up like a moshpit (Woo)
Ayy, hunnid chains on for the blind date
Chandelier, Richard Millie, fire under (Bling)
Shootin’ for the green like run up (Bah)
Ski mask like Kanye, Donda
It’s lonely at the top, that’s why my Bugatti got two seats (Skrr)
Quarterback if I call a play
Your money thin like Coi Leray (Ah)
“F” on my chest with the gold diamonds
French playin’ chess with the old timers
Stood on my own, no cosignin’
I was Viacom when they was show timin’
Young nigga way up (Way up)
Win mills in the lay up (Lay up)
Twenty-fifth hour, I stay up (Stay up)
WHOLE LOTTA MONEY/Whole Lotta Money like BIA (BIA)
And they closed the door, we came back and bought the building (Uh)
Breakin’ down, movin’ OT, my diamonds dancin’ like O.T (Grrrtt, boom, bling)
[Chorus: Lil Tjay & French Montana]
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (I want, I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all of that (Yeah)
I want, I want all the bags (Yeah, yeah)
I want, I need all the bags (Grr, I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all the bags (Yeah)

[Outro: French Montana]
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want, we needs all the bags
I want, I need all the bags (I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Jheeze, han)

^{Writer(s): French Montana, Lil Tjay}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Kodak Black – Mopstick | NobleLyrics

“Mopstick”

French Montana & Kodak Black

[Chorus: Kodak Black & French Montana]
Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough
Fuckin’ with a lil’ raw, bitch, she an animal
Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick
Youngens making keys flip (Keys), like a locksmith
Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) polish up the box
Play with Kodak, hold and flash this shit up, like a camera
That phone ring, I’m bagging shit up but I ain’t trapping ’em
You been at they throat, lil’ dawg, I ain’t mad at ya
This ain’t what you want, lil’ dawg, this shit bad (Woo)

[Verse 1: French Montana & Kodak Black]
Fresh out the coma, already grinning, like he ain’t having it
Fresh out of prison, already winning, I ain’t catching it
Them fuckboys green (Yeah), dryer than hotel soap
Call me Latrell Sprewell, game in the choke (Agh)
When you broke and trapping, that ain’t easy
Better have a pastor, mask up like Yeezy (Woo)
Megan Fox, came with the machine (A-bow, bow, bow)
Call me Mr. Nice Watch, more jewels than IceBox (Bling)
Rest in peace to Michael K, I retired from serving (Agh)
That’s one thing for sure, fresh out the box
Already whipping, tryna sell dope fresh out the mosque
Already sipping, I done lost hope
[Chorus: Kodak Black & French Montana]
Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough
Fuckin’ with a lil’ raw, bitch, she an animal
Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick
Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith
Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box
Play with Kodak, hold and flash this shit up, like a camera
That phone ring, I’m bagging shit up but I ain’t trapping ’em
You been at they throat, lil’ dawg, I ain’t mad at ya
This ain’t what you want, lil’ dawg, this shit bad

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowing
Fuckin’ with this lil’ bitch out of Boynton and she going
I be going hard with no rest, and I ain’t trying too
I be in a fuck nigga chest, like the swine flu
My jaw lockin’, chew on my money
I swallow four diamonds, forget it
I ain’t speaking on business, you got your whole round
Bail posted by the Chinese store
They think my head going chopstick
Fresh out the box, don’t get egg rolled
We the type of niggas go missing, they think it’s cute
Catch that nigga with dissing, flip his purse, in sets, in two
Yeah, glizzy on me, glue
Hanging, hitting out the coupe
I been fucking with Denzel soup
Slurp the dick up like it’s soup
Fresh out of prison, already winning, I’m at my own pace
Mine has got the best of me, I hit her with the stone face
Pretty bitch, long legs, fat ass but no waist
Creep up with the streets we like nigga, I’ll light up the whole place
[Chorus: Kodak Black & French Montana]
Sliding with that mopstick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain’t off yet? He ain’t moving fast enough
Fuckin’ with a lil’ raw, bitch, she an animal
Riding round with two sticks (Bow, bow, bow, bow) like a chopstick
Youngens making keys flip, like a locksmith
Got a curvy and she tripping, (Agh) that bitch toxic
When we catch them boys slipping, (Hey) probably shut the box
Play with Kodak, hold and flash this shit up, like a camera
That phone ring, I’m bagging shit up but I ain’t trapping ’em
You been at they throat, lil’ dawg, I ain’t mad at ya
This ain’t what you want, lil’ dawg, this shit bad

^{Writer(s): French Montana & Kodak Black}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Fraud | NobleLyrics

“Fraud”

French Montana

[Intro]

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(Hitmaka)
(We are forever)
I ain’t never fall in love with a beggin’ ass broad
I’m a trapper not a scammer, ain’t shit by me fraud, you heard?
Wait, what? And I put that on God
Pull up, too, too-too, too-too
Shit’ll shoot up your yard (What they talking ’bout?)

[Chorus]
I ain’t never fall in love with a beggin’ ass broad
I’m a trapper not a scammer, ain’t shit by me fraud, you heard?
Wait, what? And I put that on God
Pull up, too, too-too, too-too
Shit’ll shoot up your yard, yeah
Thug nigga, she just wanna fuck for a Patek (Woo)
Ridin’ through the city with your bitch causin’ havoc
Dope boy shit, send a brick to an addict
Give her dope dick, she says she love when I’m nasty

[Verse 1]
I just wanna fuck her with my chains, I’m flashing (Rich)
Told her, “Tag my name, if you mean it don’t hide me”
Blowin’ on that carpet, I was Aladdin, she Jasmine
And that bitch I fucked don’t know my name, she call me daddy
First nigga in my hood with them pies just like Patty
Young and flashy, I’m in the traffic, almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Almost all my bitch exotic, she gon’ fuck me for my fashion (Go)
Bring your friend around, she wanna tag team
Swear she livin’ single like she Maxine
I know she got a nigga, still don’t act clean
Keep one eye on her ’cause she’s a trap queen
And bitch, I’m packin’ (Haan)
[Chorus]
I ain’t never fall in love with a beggin’ ass broad
I’m a trapper not a scammer, ain’t shit by me fraud, you heard?
Wait, what? And I put that on God
Pull up, too, too-too, too-too
Shit’lI shoot up your yard, yeah
Thug nigga, she just wanna fuck for a Patek (Woo)
Ridin’ through the city with your bitch causin’ havoc
Dope boy shit send a brick to an addict
Give her dope dick, she says she love when I’m nasty

[Verse 2]
Blue hunnids like Avatar (Yeah)
None of my bitches average
CokeBoy, you’s a ho, boy, I been had it (Haan)
Chanel number five, she like Coco in Paris
Ridin’ round with this stick, feel just like a caddie (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
Swervin’ in that Ghost, move like Ghost, got the Power (Skrrt)
Trapper turned to rapper, made a million in an hour (Haan)
Took your bitch to Turks and Caicos just so she could tan (Tan)
Boyfriend swear he kickin’, boy, he’s just Lieutenant Dan (Lieutenant Dan)
Got his wifey and she told me he’s a fan (He’s a fan)
Spend so much on Saint Laurent, they tried to ban (Woo)
Bitch please, diamonds hittin’, Jackie Chan (Chan)
Fuck you mean? I’m just sayin’
[Chorus]
I ain’t never fall in love with a beggin’ ass broad
I’m a trapper not a scammer, ain’t shit by me fraud, you heard?
Wait, what? And I put that on God
Pull up, too, too-too, too-too
Shit’ll shoot up your yard, yeah
Thug nigga, she just wanna fuck for a Patek (Woo)
Ridin’ through the city with your bitch causin’ havoc
Dope boys shit send a brick to an addict
Give her dope dick, she says she love when I’m nasty

[Outro]
I ain’t never fall in love with a beggin’ ass broad
I’m a trapper not a scammer, ain’t shit by me fraud, you heard?
Wait, what? And I put that on God
Pull up, too, too-too, too-too
Shit’ll shoot up your yard

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(Hitmaka)
(We are forever)
I ain’t never fall in love with a beggin’ ass broad
I’m a trapper not a scammer, ain’t shit by me fraud, you heard?
Wait, what? And I put that on God
Pull up, too, too-too, too-too
Shit’ll shoot up your yard (What they talking ’bout?)

^{Writer (s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana, Pop Smoke & Lil Durk – Stuck In The Jungle | NobleLyrics

“Stuck In The Jungle”

French Montana, Pop Smoke & Lil Durk

[Intro]
Coke Boy, baby

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & French Montana]
I’m up in traffic, I ride with them guns, you know how we do every summer (Oh)
Jump out the bed like fuck what it is, you know how I do for my brothers (Yeah, yeah, oh)
Chiraq career, they got me on papers, I’m stuck in the zoo for the summer (Yeah, oh, yeah)
Ain’t talk to my dawg in a couple of months, can somebody tell ’em I love ’em? (Gang, gang, let’s get it, yeah)
Fuckin’ these hoes all over the world, I never give groupies my number, uh (Let’s get it)
Racin’ them Lamb’ trucks, pressin’ the front and I’m back of the bumper, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get ’em Xans up, fuck off a Perky and take off the rubber, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Put my hands up, look at the face and the Rollie, baguette and the buss, uh (Yeah, yeah)
I’m not A Boogie, I keep on a hoodie, a hoodie (Yeah, yeah)
She want Celine, I get it ’cause she got good pussy, uh (Yeah, yeah)
You said they stole your chain, you lied, they took it, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Amiris with the Dior Nikes (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
Through these Cartiers they cried Armani tears if a nigga tried to play with my life (Oh, haan, with my life)
So watch what you say ’cause, nigga, I don’t play, any time o’ the day, it’s on sight (Oh, grrt, on sight, oh)
I looked the judge in the face, told him, “I don’t know a thing (I don’t know a thing), I wasn’t there that night” (That night)
They said I had a AK in the ‘Rari and I just caught a body, I’m like, “Nigga, that’s a lie” (That’s a lie)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Armed and dangerous, sucker ass niggas can’t bang with us (Haan)
Angel dust, south Bronx streets they label us, notorious, can’t be touched, yeah (Woo)
Back of the block, yeah it was hell, yeah, servin’ the bundles (The bundles)
Lawyers and opps, yeah, judged by twelve and six feet under (Coke Boy, baby)
One time for Chinx, one time for Max, you know I’m puttin’ you under (Oh)
Why I’m still here? What is the mission? You know I sit and I wonder
Haven’t speak to my dawgs in a couple of months, can somebody tell ’em I love ’em?
N.Y. crib, duckin’ the feds, stuck in the zoo for the summer (Ah)
One time for Big, one time for Pun, welcome to the city of Gods (Gods)
You know the story, ride in the ‘Rari, only way get out of dark (Coke Boy, baby, skrrt)
Play like the majors (Majors), life for the rich and the famous (Famous)
That’s why she’s suckin’ me off like I come in different flavors
I’m not Tech N9ne, got a TEC-9
Shooters with me yellin’, “Salaam”
Pop on the hook, you out of your mind, go tell ’em rewind, baow
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
Through these Cartiers they cried Armani tears if a nigga tried to play with my life (Oh, hey, with my life)
So watch what you say ’cause, nigga, I don’t play, any time o’ the day, it’s on sight (Oh, on sight, grrt, oh)
I looked the judge in the face, told him, “I don’t know a thing (I don’t know a thing), I wasn’t there that night” (That night)
They said I had a AK in the ‘Rari and I just caught a body, I’m like, “Nigga, that’s a lie” (That’s a lie)

[Outro]
Coke Boy, baby (Coke Boy, baby)

“Stuck in the Jungle” presents a collaboration from French Montana with the Chicago native Lil Durk and the late Pop Smoke.

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Lil Durk, Pop Smoke}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Diddy – Prayer (Skit) | NobleLyrics

“Prayer (Skit)”

French Montana & Diddy

[Word: Diddy]
God, please bless us, watch over us
God, please bless our families
Bless our minds, bless our hearts
God, please bless the haters
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
God, thank you for life, thank you for love
Thank you for the air we breathe
Thank you for the steps we take
‘Cause we do this in your world
In your divine time
God, we appreciate you
Thank you

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Diddy}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Doja Cat – Handstand | NobleLyrics

“Handstand”

this track features Saweetie

[Intro: French Montana, Doja Cat]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Hitmaka) (Go, Grizz)
Montana, yeah

[Chorus: Doja Cat, French Montana, Saweetie]
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch (Haan)
One don’t give a fuck and say she took that dick
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
Twerkin’ up in traffic on some hood rat shit (Alright)
I got your man throwin’ bands
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Yeah, alright)
I got your man throwin’ bands (Throwin’ bands)
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Haan) (Alright)

[Post-Chorus: French Montana, Saweetie, Doja Cat]
I need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
One don’t give a fuck and say she took that dick (Alright)
I need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
Twerkin’ up in traffic on some hood rat shit (Montana)

[Verse 1: French Montana, Saweetie]
Catch me in a wagon, red, one-fifty (Fifty)
Red bottoms, got the floor sticky (Sticky)
You know my trigger, three-quarters just to hide the blicky
Run, Ricky (Woo), now he dippin’ through the avenue
French, comment allez-vous ?
Ratchet and the baddest
She want carats, feast (Alright)
Wagons, flicks (Alright)
Bad bitch, freak, ratchet, bеast
Get your hands up, tell ’em, “Gеt your bands up” (Swish)
I be KD, shootin’, get your hands up (Alright)
Let me kick it, like Jamaicans, I don’t lick it
I just pull up with the ticket
David Copperfield, I trick it (Haan)
She wanna make the whole thing disappear proper
And hold it in her hand like an Oscar
[Chorus: Doja Cat, French Montana, Saweetie]
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch (Haan)
One don’t give a fuck and say she took that dick
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
Twerkin’ up in traffic on some hood rat shit (Alright)
I got your man throwin’ bands
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Yeah, alright)
I got your man throwin’ bands (Throwin’ bands)
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Haan) (Alright)

[Verse 2: Doja Cat]
He need a sex symbol, he need some sexual (Yeah)
I need a nigga who be fuckin’ up my edge control (Yeah)
He need a stripper-type of body, need it flexible
He like it thick like she ignorin’ all her vegetables (Yeah)
I just put this pussy all over his face tattoos
Got him pullin’ on my wig, like, what this lace can’t do?
And if he got a lotta options, he should weigh them too
I give him real fat ass with some fake bamboo (Huh)

[Verse 3: Saweetie]
I want a hundred niggas on they knees eatin’ my pussy (Alright)
I wanna see ’em on my timeline tweetin’ they love me (Alright)
Tell baby, “Lift my legs up like I’m wearin’ a Huggie”
Kitty always knock him out, ooh, that poor little puppy
Triple sevens on my credit score, a bitch must be lucky (Uh-huh)
Tell daddy, “Order me some oysters with a side of that nuggies” (Okay)
So where them project niggas with them big ass figures? (Mm)
I’m a high-class bitch, need a big bag spender (Mwah)
[Chorus: Doja Cat, French Montana, Saweetie]
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch (Haan)
One don’t give a fuck and say she took that dick
You need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
Twerkin’ up in traffic on some hood rat shit (Alright)
I got your man throwin’ bands
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Yeah, alright)
I got your man throwin’ bands (Throwin’ bands)
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (Haan) (Alright)

^{Writer(s): French Montana, Doja Cat, Saweetie}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Appreciate Everything | NobleLyrics

“Appreciate Everything”

French Montana

[Intro]
Stoo—

[Chorus]
I don’t count the plays, make the plays count (No)
I don’t count the days, make the days count (No)
I don’t count the bands, make the bands count (No)
I don’t count the haters, make the haters count (Woo)
Came from the bottom, I appreciate everything (Woo)
Came from the bottom, I appreciate everything (Woo)
Came from the bottom, I appreciate everything (Haan)

[Post-Chorus]
Goin’ big dog status (Haan)
Goin’ big dog status (Woo)
G-spot, jackpot (Haan)
G-spot, jackpot (Haan)
Treat her ’cause she look pretty when she happy (Uh-huh)
Treat her ’cause shе look pretty when she happy (Uh-huh)
I trеat her ’cause she look pretty when she happy (Uh-huh)

[Verse]
I came from nothing, came from the woo scale
Fuck, them bitches lied on me, tell ’em I’m the truth now
You deserve the world baby, just not from me
I ain’t gotta curve baby, I just let ’em free
Appreciate the game, appreciate the Bape
Appreciate the pain, appreciate the hate (Hate)
Now back to the love (Love), back to the flood (Flood)
Back to the wall, literally the plug (Plug)
Price to be the boss, if you fall then you fall
Nobody there to catch you, feel like Frank Matthews (Ah)
Damn, I been sober, high off the numbers (Ha)
Pay off the taxes, get it out the dungeon (Ha)
Twenty-five for the Birkin, hundred for the crocodile
Parole with no appeal like I just lost a trial
Ain’t nothing realer, catch Rico off the phone (Bling)
Ciroc french vanilla, feel like Al Capone (Woo)
[Chorus]
I don’t count the plays, make the plays count (No)
I don’t count the days, make the days count (No)
I don’t count the bands, make the bands count (No)
I don’t count the haters, make the haters count (Woo)
Came from the bottom, I appreciate everything (Woo)
Came from the bottom, I appreciate everything (Woo)
Came from the bottom, I appreciate everything (Haan)

[Post-Chorus]
Goin’ big dog status (Haan)
Goin’ big dog status (Woo)
G-spot, jackpot (Ha)
G-spot, jackpot (Ha)
Treat her ’cause she look pretty when she happy (Uh-huh)
Treat her ’cause she look pretty when she happy (Uh-huh)
I treat her ’cause she look pretty when she happy (Uh-huh)

[Outro]
Be good and be good at it (Haan)
Be good and be good at it (Haan)
I do it for my people
(Coke Boy, baby)
I do it for my people
(Montana)

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Fivio Foreign – Panicking | NobleLyrics

“Panicking”

French Montana & Fivio Foreign

[Intro: French Montana & Fivio Foreign]
Woo (Ayy)
Haan (Bordeaux and Non Native), grrt, bow
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Montana (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
Uh, I got ’em panickin’ (Panickin’)
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’ (Woo)
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Soon as I come through the spot niggas knowin’ what’s up (Uh), uh
If he want smoke, when I see him, I’m rollin’ him up (Baow)
Fivi (Fivi), I should go forty a cup (Huh?), uh (Uh)
If you want beef, then it’s beef, nigga, order it up (Grrt, baow, baow, baow)
R.I.P. Pop, we had the city on lock (Uh)
And it’s still “Fuck all the opps”, uh (Woo)
I know they want us to stop (Nah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I get the money a lot whether they love me or not
Boy, you don’t wanna get shot (Baow)
Then die right in front of your block, uh (Uh)
Get this (Get this), I got a wife and a mistress (I do)
Go and put me on your wish list (Uh)
And I might let you fuck me for Christmas (Uh)
But you can’t get addicted (Huh)
I mix the Percocеt with the liquid
I don’t love of none thеse bitches (Nah)
I don’t love of none these bitches
Yeah (Woo), uh
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign & French Montana]
Uh, I got ’em panickin’ (Panickin’)
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’ (Woo, Coke Boys, baby)
Uh (Montana), yeah, I got ’em panickin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Break a bitch down, break a, break a bitch down (Down)
She was your girl, but she my bitch now (Now)
French baker whippin’ up forty Ms (Whip it, whip it)
Your favorite rapper naked on that OnlyFans (Woo)
Flow (Flow) wildest (Wildest)
Wrist (Wrist), timeless (Timeless)
Presi’ (Presi’), no Biden (Biden)
Mask on, no virus (Baow)
Shawty on that demon time CashAppin’ (Appin’)
I ain’t tryna cuff, I’m tryna spell it backwards (Ayy, ayy)
Diamonds dancin’ like Bobby (Bobby)
All my dawgs is rowdy (Ayy, ayy)
G5s and G6s, ain’t no jewels cloudy (Ayy, ayy)
Montega, fly to death, I dress to kill (Haan)
And them numbers don’t lie, this a Richard Mille (Haan)

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
Uh, uh, I got ’em panickin’ (Panickin’)
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’ (Woo)
Uh, yeah, I got ’em panickin’

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Fivio}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

albUm: “They Got Amnesia”(2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Losing Weight | NobleLyrics

“Losing Weight”

French Montana

this track features Songstress

[Intro: Songstress]
Would you go back if you could? I don’t think I would
‘Cause you ain’t by my side
Walkin’ backwards over bridges we crossed
It’s how you get lost, I came to say, “Goodbye”

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I got no money, if I ain’t movin’ weight
My life is based upon what I’ma do today
Why I can’t move away?
Just a loot in me without the scrutiny
Niggas screwin’ me, two and three, truancy
Four shots, one toolie, G
One eulogy (French Montana, they gon’ like you)
Hope my mother and girl smuggle in pearls
When Montana under the world
Feel like I’m losin’ weight

[Bridge: Songstress]
It’s how you get lost
I came to say, “Goodbye”
(Coke Boy, baby)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Call the posse, I’m numbin’ pain, I’m cuttin’ Oxy’
CEO’s, COD’s, I package boxes
Push it to thе max, my back to the wind no more
Room full of plaques, that’s for Max in thе pen’ (Wavy)
When them bridges got crossed, came back on a yacht
And when them lives got lost, we still don’t own those blocks
Ayy, looked at it from different sides
Looked at it from different highs
Looked at it from different lows
Whipped it up and did them shows
Chase the money, curve them hoes
Chase the hoes, the money curved me (Ah)
All I did was switch the flows
Runnin’ through the city burnin’ (Ah)
Come through ain’t no fathers here
All you got is partner, brothers
She only love that money here
She’ll switch on you like Birkin colors (Uh)
Deli was the hustle spot (Spot)
Jamaica had the pounds (Pounds)
Boston made them rounds (Rounds)
Bossed up the ground (Han)
(Coke Boy, baby)
[Chorus: French Montana]
Usually, I don’t trust ’em, not at all (Not at all)
Usually, they ain’t with you ’til you ball (‘Til you ball)
Usually, you’ll be dolo when you fall (When you fall)
Usually, you ain’t trippin’, not at all (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ on you (I ain’t trippin’)
You, you, you (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ on you (I ain’t trippin’)
You, you, you (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ on you (I ain’t trippin’)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
I think I saw the devil when I made a mil’ (Trippin’)
I bought the matchin’ bezel just to fix, to heal (Trippin’)
I was hustlin’ watchin’ idols like Guy Fisher, Frank Matthews
Preacher Crew, you ain’t pay, they rapin’ you
Now the labels rapin’ you
Idols turn to rivals, all that hate in you
Satan you, every move they breakin’ you (Ah)
D-d-doin’ anything that go viral
Montana had the wave before Tidal
Every day we movin’ weight (Weight)
Just to try to move away (Away)
Copped momma a new estate (Estate)
Get the homies bail [rent?]
‘Cause I know they gon’ crash (Skrr)
On the road to riches all the bitches get you broke, cast
New clip, news clip, new whip, new flip (Han)
[Chorus: French Montana]
Usually, I don’t trust ’em, not at all (Not at all)
Usually, they ain’t with you ’til you ball (‘Til you ball)
Usually, you’ll be dolo when you fall (When you fall)
Usually, you ain’t trippin’, not at all (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ on you (I ain’t trippin’)
You, you, you (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ on you (I ain’t trippin’)
You, you, you (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ on you (I ain’t trippin’)

[Outro: Songstress & French Montana]
Would you go back if you could? I don’t think I would
‘Cause you ain’t by my side (I got no money, if I ain’t movin’ weight)
Walkin’ backwards over bridges we crossed (My life is based upon what I’ma do today)
It’s how you get lost (Why I can’t move away?)
I came to say, “Goodbye”

[Interlude: Songstress & Max B]
Would you go back if you could? (Shout out to my nigga)
I don’t think I would (My best friend, the Don, French Montana)
‘Cause you ain’t by my side (AKA Steak Sauce the Deluxe, y’all niggas forgot what happened, y’all forgot what over these years, what he did do, what we did do [?])
Would you go back if you could? ([?] the franchise, the platform, y’all niggas get your mind right, my nigga’s [?])
I don’t think I would
‘Cause you ain’t by my side (Y’all niggas got that amnesia, that drugs shit, [?], y’all forgot, Coke Wave Boys, [?])
Walkin’ backwards over bridges we crossed (You know exactly where to get [?] in Morrocco)
It’s how you get lost, I came to say, “Goodbye” (French, I love you, keep doin’ your thing, nigga, I’m proud of you)
‘Cause you ain’t by my side (I’ma see you when I come out, nigga, we gon get rich again, let’s do it again, oh yeah, nigga
That shit’s wavy, y’all niggas step your shit up, They Got Amnesia, French Montana, now)

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Didn’t Get Far | NobleLyrics

“Didn’t Get Far”

French Montana

this track features Songstress & Fabolous

[Intro: French Montana & Songstress]
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Yeah, yeah
Big bag like Santa Claus
No, no (Hitmaka)
That loopy wave
Yeah, baby
The aroma smell like that Dyckman hookah
Montega, han

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Black coffee, the glasses same color molasses
Same night at the Aspens (Ah), mami shakin’ asses
Far from the hood but close enough to caption (Yeah)
Not the ‘Gram one night thousand grand (Yeah)
You do the math
She won’t bounce back even if I threw the pass
Lion Head, Medusa mask, han (Han)
I hit the bottom and flip
I got juice, you can bottle me up (Up)
And sell me for a lottery pick (Ah)
We live likе the Vikings, you ain’t gettin’ far
If you confuse bеtween the hoes and the wifin’
Merge like a hyphen, it ain’t about the money (Money)
I ain’t tryna lose the excitement
Montana
[Chorus: Songstress & Fabolous]
Wouldn’t get far
I tried but I wouldn’t get far
My bad that I didn’t get far
It’s my fault that I didn’t get far
I tried but I didn’t get far (You see everybody ain’t gon’ make it)
My bad that I didn’t get far
My fault that I didn’t get far (It’s a fact of life and you gotta respect that, yo OG tell ’em)
I tried but I didn’t get far, didn’t get far (But don’t let it hold you back though, look, yeah)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
For the hood niggas front of bodegas in leathers (Yeah)
For the bad bitches dressed in Bottega Veneta (Yeah)
This that real shit that you bootleggers could never (Could never)
This that cold summer, this ain’t no regular weather (Woo)
We made positives out of a negative era (For real)
Boys I’m runnin’ with, we used to play Sega together (For real)
You can catch me and French out in Vegas for cheddar
Beat the streets and got paid like McGregor, Mayweather
Uh, pray when I get in the car
‘Cause a lot of niggas tried but they didn’t get far
You know the alphabet boys always spittin’ them bars
Gotta stay on your P’s and Q’s when you’re settin’ them odds
And that’s why I’m in the Cullinan (Yeah)
With the shotguns where you stick the umbrellas in, I hope it don’t rain
Streets got love for me, hope it don’t change
But I know they take shots with a scope at close range
Like I know these fly bitches love open-toe wings
And the money change shit like remote controls, man (Man)
Came through all-white, poppin’ gold chains
I was givin’ out shit like the Oprah show came (Look)
Drip can’t save you if they aimin’ to kill it
They’ll shoot at the low goal like they Damian Lillard (Uh)
This goes out to those who should’ve got further
Locked up or got murdered, I gotta do it since
[Chorus: Songstress]
Wouldn’t get far
I tried but I wouldn’t get far
My bad that I didn’t get far
It’s my fault that I didn’t get far
I tried but I didn’t get far
My bad that I didn’t get far
My fault that I didn’t get far
I tried but I didn’t get far, didn’t get far

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – FWMGAB (Remix) | NobleLyrics

“FWMGAB (Remix)”

French Montana

this track features Diddy & Moneybagg Yo

[Intro: Diddy]
(S-Stoop)
Coke Boys
Shit sound like the city, bad boy
Light your lighters, light your lighters
Yo French, you got another one, haha
Aah-ha
(Stoopid)

[Chorus: French Montana & Diddy]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er (Let’s go)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Let’s go)
All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Yeah)
My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Let’s go, woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy, woo)
F-Fu-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy)
Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & French Montana]
Fuck with me, I teach you how to get your bag up (Go run your shit up)
We havin’ shit so we don’t ever pick the tag up (We don’t do that)
Got shit in motion, diamonds freeze, put your hands up (You twelve)
This a anthem, all my bag-chasers stand up (Let’s go)
Hotboxin’ in the coupe, this a fajita (Ha)
If I ain’t flyin’ private, then this Delta what’ll greet ’em
Walk ’em down in the club, put that heater to his Peter
I’m a certified speaker like the subs and the Tweeters (Assertive)
Niggas ain’t straight, bitches ain’t safe
Wockesha slow my pace, this a turtle race
Memphis on my back so my name hold weight
You might be gettin’ money but it’s at a low rate (Haan, ha)
[Chorus: French Montana]
Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin’ live-er (Haan)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Haan)
All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy)
My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo, ayy)
Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Diamonds disco-flashin’, drip toe-tagin’ (Tag)
Mink coat draggin’, block boy trappin’ (Trap)
Hot boy in action, don’t need caption
Rocks Dame Dash-in’ (Ayy), neck breakdancin’ (Woo)
Blue mist hookah, snipe game super (Super)
She don’t buss it open (Open), call back the Uber
I’m a dog, I’m a beast, gotta own, never lease
Niggas out, leave the freaks, my condolence to the streets
Killed ’em ten summers straight, can’t last, niggas frontin’
Throw up bricks at her ass, yeah, ones and hundreds (Haan)
Talkin’ drip game poppin’ and the wrist game rockin’ (Haan)
Trap money stop all the drug dealers robbin’ (Montana)
My name ring bells, Clase Azul (Montana)
It’s them Uptown boys, copy cool (Haan)
[Chorus: French Montana & Diddy]
Up-Up-Uptown boys (Yeah, come on), nothin’ live-er (Haan)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (That’s right, haan)
All the lil’ things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy)
My lil’ chain costs more than yo’ big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo, ayy)
Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings (Woo)
B-B-Bitch, don’t block yo’ blessings

[Outro: French Montana & Diddy]
Montana on the rise
You don’t want no problem with these guys (Ah)
Montana, you see it
Coke Boys, Bad Boys, motherfuckers, yee

^{Writer (s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – The Paper | NobleLyrics

“The Paper”

French Montana

this track features “Diddy”

[Intro: Diddy]
Talk to ’em
I like this one
Come on, uh-huh

[Chorus]
That’s how it was and that’s how it is
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About [?] to music, I didn’t have the time
To put it [?] get that rhyme, so

[Verse 1: French Montana & Diddy]
Haan, I was stuck in ICU last year, this time
Now I’m thirty mill’s up when I write this rhyme (Woo)
Bullet wounds in my head, it’s why I slur when I talk
Cold breeze in my heart (Why?)
Burn through the yard
Duck and makin’ sales, fuck a jail cell
Bitin’ down off a pill, hope Max get beat the pale bail (Talk to ’em)
Posted on the block, still broke, hit a nerve
Talkin’ jets, I’m Mike Tyson on the roof with the bird
Hundred-fifty for a feature, five thou’ every word
Youngest grimy in New York even your mama gettin’ served
Servin’ rocks, had the state prop’ with the low pocket (Woo)
Off a yacht, on my stomach, yeah, the only time I’m floppin’
Got the drop, you the plug, I’ll blow out your socket
Non-stop, slidin’ with the stick, youngin’ playin’ hockey
[Chorus]
Get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About [?] to music, I didn’t have the time
To put it [?] get that rhyme, so

[Verse 2: French Montana & Diddy]
From twenty packs, twelve twelve’s and a fifty-eight (Ayy)
From twenty mill’ in Calabasas on real estate (Woo)
Passed the front gate, park bench, it was me
She never met French, how she talkin’ ’bout “We”?
First they took Max (Free Max)
Then I lost Chinx (Uh)
Then Ross put me on (Talk to ’em), then Diddy got me rich
Caught a million for a show, hundred thou’ for a “Haan”
Hundred mill’, a single soul, stop fuckin’ with the man
Only Gs from my cloth lookin’ like Dapper Dan (Ayy)
Quarter mill’ on Tom Brady, that’s about half an M
Silverback ape, free Casanova out the can
Montana was the name, Coke Boys was the stamp, haan

[Chorus]
Get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About [?] to music, I didn’t have the time
To put it [?] get that rhyme, so
[Outro]
Get the, get the paper so I don’t care
About [?] to music, I didn’t have the time
To put it, put it [?] get that rhyme, so (So)

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » French Montana – Cold | NobleLyrics

“Cold”

French Montana

this track features Tory Lanez

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
(Armo made that shit wavy)
Hey, LayZ, wake up

[Chorus: French Montana & Tory Lanez, Both]
From the front, from the side, from the back
Man that bitch cold (Cold)
Pinky ring, nice watch on my neck
Man that bitch gold (Gold, yeah)
Quarter brick, half a brick, buss it down
Sell that bitch whole (Whole)
Whip it up, back it up, send it out, man that been sold
From the front, from the side, from the back
Man that bitch cold (Cold, yeah)
Pinky ring, nice watch on my neck
Man that bitch gold (Yeah you know, oh)
Quarter brick, half a brick, buss it down
Sell that bitch whole (Rrrr)
Whip it up, back it up, send it out, man that been sold
Fuck me like you love me

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Keep it a stack, this bitch wavy
Talkin’ to me like she pay the rent, this bitch crazy
Slapped on my pimpin I’m usually like “bitch pay me”
You can go get another, that ‘nother nigga ain’t me
Out of Miami I’m getting jaded
Pussy can’t get no wetter than this, there’s no debating
Killing that pussy, I had to get it cremated
We’re celebrating in it like my nigga we made it
I know she faded, so I’m diggin’ deep all in that pussy
Talkin’ deeper than any nigga she dated
And I got the 4 on the dash if I go on a stash
I cop a bag for my motha’ fuckin’ baby
And I got 2 French bitches with me like I’m Montana
I love a bitch back that come with da arch in it
I fuck her white skin, light skin, dark skinne’
I put a twist in that bit’ like I was boss spinnin’
[Chorus: French Montana & Tory Lanez]
From the front, from the side, from the back
Man that bitch cold (Cold)
Pinky ring, nice watch on my neck
Man that bitch gold (Gold, yeah)
Quarter brick, half a brick, buss it down
Sell that bitch whole (Whole)
Whip it up, back it up, send it out, man that been sold (Been sold)
From the front, from the side, from the back
Man that bitch cold (cold, yeah; Han?)
Pinky ring, nice watch on my neck
Man that bitch gold (Yeah you know, oh)
Quarter brick, half a brick, buss it down
Sell that bitch whole (Rrrr)
Whip it up, back it up, send it out, man that been sold (Han)
Fuck me like you love me

[Verse 2: French Montana & Tory Lanez]
Keep a buck-fifty in a half (Half)
Got a buck-fifty in a bag (Bag)
And the duffle with me in the cab (Cab)
Turnt up till we can’t turn (Up)
Organized can’t stand firm (Ah)
Ice cold but my feet in the sand burn (Hah?, yup)
Rubys be Guess, VVS all this shit on my neck cold (Cold)
Heh! We menage in the car, the garage like a flex show (Hah?)
Man I’m white, god I’m Haitian, bitch I’m hot, cajun
Money, ten feet regulation
Shorty nice, I’ma take her to the May House (House)
I pull up in the coupe with the brains out (Vroom)
Left stroke be the best stroke
To the top, watch the rest fall (Skrr)
Mass slam on niggas like Fred Drow (Skrr)
Talk of big racks, nigga you big cap witcho best fold
[Chorus: French Montana & Tory Lanez]
From the front, from the side, from the back
Man that bitch cold (Cold)
Pinky ring, nice watch on my neck
Man that bitch gold (Gold, yeah)
Quarter brick, half a brick, buss it down
Sell that bitch whole (Whole)
Whip it up, back it up, send it out, man that been sold
From the front, from the side, from the back
Man that bitch cold (Cold, yeah)
Pinky ring, nice watch on my neck
Man that bitch gold (Yeah you know, oh)
Quarter brick, half a brick, buss it down
Sell that bitch whole (Rrrr)
Whip it up, back it up, send it out, man that been sold (Han)
Fuck me like you love me

^{Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Tory Lanez}

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)