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French Montana ft. Jeremih – Bad Bitch Lyrics

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Bad Bitch Lyrics by French Montana ft. Jeremih

Got a good thing and a bad bitch You know where to call when you need 
it Wish I had a naughty here, I’m gridding Sometimes I let a nigga get 
gridding God damn I fell in love with a bad bitch You know that every time 
you leave me Even thou I know how am I talking I didn’t know that nigga 
wanna beat me And I’m in middle find love with a bad bitch Yeah, that 
bitch she ain’t have shit Now she grow up, she got asters Wanna know where 
she got that ass She hit my heart on 2-2 She gotta dump on truck up on and 
pull on it Don’t mess me in this(?) Treat me like my nigga put some shoes 
on it

Got on trap, put a booth on it I don’t own my triggers spend a lude on 
‘em, Walk up in the club, 2-2 on me She a bad bitch, put a shoes on 
me God damn feel in love with a bad bitch Say her friends take me to 
Paris Don’t make me kill mommy from (?) Say I’ll be gone but let me grab 
it Said I’m gone in the (?) let me grab it Said I’m all in the bedo, make 
it nasty Walk up in the club, roll a Steavy, roll the glass I can look at 
you nigga, looking right passing Young fly J-s up, pocket full of cash

You know where to find me You know when you need me All my dogs near, 
they tell me they agree I ain’t gonna love it, too much to leave it I 
ain’t gonna pop it, show you the squeeze

Pull up on my niggas, make a move Real life, grill life, know it ain’t 
lose it Mister walk throw the store and couldn’t forget Now we walk up in 
the store buying all that Taking to the hit man feeling woose Pull up on 
some old, buy us some new shit Bring to the air now we give ‘em all 
up Shounty find ass and you don’t even caught back

And I can see why these niggas hate me Pull up in the drop and they watch 
eighty Pull up to the front but a nigga fade me Got a new crib and the 
shit graded Came from the bottom when the nigga balling Drink til the end, 
smoke til you fall out Counting all these money, men keep it all up All my 
niggas getting to this money, no lie

Got good thing goes with the bad bitch You know where to call when you 
need it Wish I had a naughty here on (?) Sometimes I let a the nigga get 
gridding God damn I fell in love with a bad bitch You know that every time 
you leave me Even thou I know how am I talking I didn’t know that nigga 
wanna beat me And I’m in middle find love with a bad bitch Yeah, that 
bitch she ain’t have shit Now she grow up, she got asters Wanna know where 
she got that ass She hit my heart on 2-2 She gotta dump on truck up on and 
pull on it Don’t mess me in this(?) Treat me like my nigga put some shoes 
on it 
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French Montana ft. Jeremih – Bad Bitch Lyrics

Bad Bitch Lyrics by French Montana ft. Jeremih Got a good thing and a bad bitch You know where to call when you need it Wish I had a...

Fabolous ft. French Montana – Ball Drop Lyrics

Ball Drop Lyrics, Fabolous, Fabolous ft. French Montana – Ball Drop Lyrics, French Montana 11:26 PM

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Ball Drop Lyrics by Fabolous ft. French Montana

(Intro) Woah woah woah Woah woah woah Woah woah 
woah (Haaa) Woah woah woah Woah woah woah (Change is good for 
everybody) Woah woah woah Woah woah woah (Montana) Woah woah 
woah Woah woah woah

(Hook) When the hate don’t work, you start tellin’ lies Beggin’ work, 
gon’ bust it wide It’s that new money, neva goes dry I cut my bitch off 
when the ball drop Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa 
(woah woah woah) I just don’t know why

(Post-Hook) Hatty hoes ain’t happy And happy hoes ain’t hatin’ Betta 
check the situation I can fix ya situatiosn Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa 
(woah woah woah) I cut my bitch off when the ball drop New Year, New 
Money, then the call drop (New Year, New Money, let the drugs drop) Cut 
the niggas off when the ball drop Cuz them real niggas ain’t hatin’ Em 
hatin’ niggas ain’t real And baby, I can help ya situation No type, 
smokin’ medication

(Verse) This the new year resolution We gotta be the winners cuz the 
rest is losers I told em get money, that’s the best solution When you do, 
way ya rockin’ like you’re Reston Houston When niggas stole my style, I 
didn’t stress the boostin’ It’s time to make more money, less excuses My 
old bitch on death row; it’s time for execution My new bitch is bad ass; 
she’s the best since Boosie

(Hook) (Woah woah woah) Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa (woah woah 
woah) Haaa (woah woah woah) I just don’t know why

(Verse 2) 12 o’clock, then the call drop Cut em niggas off when the 
ball drop Young boy, hard head in the ? Cuz when we shot the same record, 
we can call shots Mix the white and brown on the corner strap Might be the 
next Mike Brown, we rollin’ out V1, hunnid on the lane Three quarter mac, 
blew the top off land God! Niggas scared to playn like ? Bitch, I’m ?, I 
hope ya neckin’ Tom Heller I scramble like a gold fiend Keep ya head up 
like ya nose bleed But white head got 30 on his right arm On that left 
lane, nigga with a bitch foreign And I just don’t know why

(Hook) (Woah woah woah) (woah woah woah) (woah woah woah) (woah 
woah woah) When the hate don’t work, you start tellin’ lies Beggin’ work, 
gon’ bust it wide It’s that new money, neva goes dry I cut my bitch off 
when the ball drop Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa 
(woah woah woah) I just don’t know why

(Verse 3) CUttin’ off hoes when the ball drop Ridin’ with my wolves 
till the casket drop Quiet fo’ you suckas, hear a pin drop I’ll buy this 
muthafucka like the price drop Shawty bag it up, let that ass drop Money 
killin’ em, tattered tear drop BItch, I’m on fire, need to stop 
drop Nigga, this the flow that got ya all this drop Heard he was a rag, 
heard he gun dropped Hit em in the head, watch the body drop Dollas comin’ 
down like rain drops New Year, new money, nigga, ball drop

(Hook) Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa (woah woah woah) Haaa (woah woah 
woah) Haaa (woah woah woah) 
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Fabolous ft. French Montana – Ball Drop Lyrics

Ball Drop Lyrics by Fabolous ft. French Montana (Intro) Woah woah woah Woah woah woah Woah woah woah (Haaa) Woah woah woah Woah woa...

The Neighbourhood – #icanteven Lyrics

#icanteven Lyrics, French Montana, The Neighbourhood 7:50 AM

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#icanteven Lyrics by The Neighbourhood ft. French Montana

[Verse 1: The Neighbourhood] Just got cheated on, no it’s not my 
day That’s not my bitch, she’s not my girl, she’s not my babe My stomach’s 
in pain I hope I don’t throw up all over what you told But it hurts oh no 
no

[Hook: The Neighbourhood] I can’t even, I can’t even believe what you did 
to me You can’t even, you can’t even say I’m overreacting I can’t even, 
can’t even hear your side Shame on me, you fooled me twice And you said I 
wasn’t just like anyone, like But you treated me just like everyone, like 
everyone else You like to say that you’re right Did it make you feel 
bad When you cheated on your man last night Did I even ever cross your 
mind You like to say that you’re right Did it make you feel bad When 
you cheated on your man last night Did I even ever cross your mind You 
like to say that you’re ri- You like to say that you’re right

[Verse 2: French Montana] Drop head with a time hoodie on me Bought a 
hundred chains now the bitches all linger Walk by the crib, smell the kitchen 
all stanky Floor seats, 4 quarter, spent a quarter on the link Ridin’ 
through Philly, Meek Milly never lost Still ridin’ through the strip catchin’ 
licks with my dog 30 for the whole, 15 for the half You could break it 
down, come and see me with the bag Shorty fell in love with a young rich 
nigga Blunt full of smoke and a cup full of liquor Say what I mean and I 
mean what I said baby Silk sheets, I be slippin’ off the bed baby

[Hook] 
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The Neighbourhood – #icanteven Lyrics

#icanteven Lyrics by The Neighbourhood ft. French Montana [Verse 1: The Neighbourhood] Just got cheated on, no it’s not my day That’...

Ashanti ft. French Montana – Early In the Morning Lyrics

Ashanti, Early In the Morning Lyrics, French Montana 7:40 PM

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Ashanti ft. French Montana – Early In the Morning Lyrics

[Ashanti:] Whooh, Hey hey Whooh, Heyy Early in the morning [x4]

[Hook:] Ooh, Ooh got a thang for you too, Yeah [x2] Thinkin bout 
you Early in the morning [x8] Like ooh, ooh got a thang for you

[Verse 1: Ashanti] Said I been thinkinkin’ boutchyu What we gon’ do 
boy? Me & u in this situation My body anticipatin’ Layin’ here all 
up in this bed With these thoughts all up in my head About yo hands all on 
my waist And the way you make me say yo name Said you got a thang for me, 
then show me And if I like it, Baby watch the things that I could show 
you Early in the mornin’ I’mma have you moanin’ Tryna to fit it all 
in Early in the mornin’

Ooh, Ooh I got a thang for you too [x5]

Think bout you Early in the mornin’ [x8] Ooh, Ooh Gotta thang for you 
too

[Verse 2: French Montana] Early in the mornin’ [x2] Gettin’ to this 
money Early in the mornin’ Thinkin’ boutchyu whole lot Shawty, What’s 
the hold up? Drop the head, we roll up I’m twisted, never sober We be 
up On that smoke, on that drink We be up She gon’ ride ’til the 
end We be up Get to the money and it won’t stop Slick Rick chains wit 
the gold watch

Ooh, Ooh Got a thang for you too, Yeah [x4] Think bout you Early in the 
mornin’ [x8] Ooh, Ooh gotta thang for ya 
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Ashanti ft. French Montana – Early In the Morning Lyrics

Ashanti ft. French Montana – Early In the Morning Lyrics [Ashanti:] Whooh, Hey hey Whooh, Heyy Early in the morning [x4] [Hook:] Ooh,...

Maino ft. French Montana & B.o.B – Dreamer Lyrics

B.o.B, Dreamer Lyrics, French Montana, Maino 8:06 PM

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(Hook) It’s so I’m a dream Now all I do is ball All I do is 
ball Now all I do is ball All I do is ball Cuz I ain’t end up in that 
ah-ah-ah Now all I do is ball All I do is ball Now all I do is 
ball All I do is ball Cuz I ain’t end up in that ah-ah-ah

(Verse) How ya want it, how ya want it All I see is Ghosts and 
Phantoms, my life haunted How ya want it, how ya want it Started from the 
bottom, I made it barely with nothin’ Now I’m wakin’ up when I feel like 
it Goin’ by when I feel like it Fly whereva I feel like it Wide-o, cuz 
I feel like it I went to sleep with em Bugatti dreams Shawty got a dirty 
mouth, but that punani clean Talkin’ rags and riches, diamonds on hot shit 
wristses Models and exorcists, Now they the average bitches Jay, ya now 
rollin’ with the mafia Mac black, ghost biskit(?) and ya ride with us

(Verse) I had a dream, Martin Luther King I was Pablo Escobar when he 
got em things I was Michael Jordan when he got em rings I was Hussein ? 
when he got em chains I was Vince Carto in the fast break Mario, his last 
take Puff, when he had mix All we had was hope, all we had was 
dope Look at the crown(?), look at the boat Look at the car, baby, watch a 
? Range They say when you make money, you gon’ lose friends We’ll fuck em 
all, muthafuck em all Was neva friends anyway, nigga, we stood tall

(Verse 3) When you come from where we come from You get used to feelin’ 
hunger Get used to the feelin’ of pain The feelin’ it rains, or bein’ a 
number These influences that I’m under These phone bills that I run 
up From the Netherlands to downtown Japan To Australia pimpin’ down 
under You can probably tell that I’m high By the way a nigga fell from the 
sky Every story that I tell, you can tell if it’s real You can tell if 
it’s not You can tell that I lived every moment Nigga gon’ try to sell you 
applies You can tell bout the fucks that I don’t give I went broke since I 
failed junior high How I run it glizzy, you like, wow, that’s some 
decision But look at how I came up, that’s what I call commitment My ? no 
competition to a nigga’s disposition How ya want it, how ya want 
it? Bitch, I flaunt it cuz I did it Ya bitch!

(Hook) It’s cuz I’m a dreamer I want it all, man I come from the 
bottom Ain’t got nothing at all It’s cuz I’m a dreamer I want it all, 
man I be goin’ off Cuz I ain’t goin’ back to poor All I do is ball All 
I do is ball All I do is ball All I do is ball Cuz I ain’t end up in 
that ah-ah-ah 
 
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Maino ft. French Montana & B.o.B – Dreamer Lyrics

Maino ft. French Montana & B.o.B – Dreamer Lyrics (Hook) It’s so I’m a dream Now all I do is ball All I do is ball Now all I do i...

Lil Jon ft. Juicy J, 2 Chainz & French Montana - Turn Down For What (Remix) Lyrics

2 Chainz, French Montana, Juicy J, Lil Jon, Turn Down For What (Remix) Lyrics 3:16 AM

<CENTER>Turn Down For What (Remix) Lyrics by Lil Jon ft. Juicy J, 2 Chainz & French Montana Fire up that loud, another round of shots Fire up that loud, another round of shots Turn Down For What x5 Yeah, Ya Boy Juicy J, Uh-Huh Smokin' loud on a yacht Louis V everythang to my motherfuckin socks And Im living at the top No ice in my drink, got enough in my watch And these girls gon wild Shots got us turnt up, so we can't turn down VIP gettin' served like tennis balls Bank accounts dizzy cause we spend it all Gettin payed, turnt up, theres no better way Amsterdam smokin I stay at the heaven gates In the club and she goin off that snow white Porin up activist, I need more sprite Throw this Throw this cash watch me start a riot Leave the club then we take the chicks to the (...) Still got my whole clique on a clip diet Ass clappin on that money pilin Fire up that loud, another round of shots Turn Down For What x5 Your Majesty walkin through the magic straight Pussy good I put on a dinner plate Leave the strip club for a dinner date Tryna stop me from smoking like Nicko Ray Everywhere I go I smell like a Marley All the bitches with me look like barbie I ain't wrote in a verse since Lee Harvey I dress all my cars up Steve Harvey (True) I see that she drinkin a lot She turn and she takin them shots And my watch is so big You can see it from the parking lot You know me I'm just lookin for thots I'm so hot So high, Someone need to turn off the watch My shirt off and I'm takin them shots nigga Turn down for what Fire up that loud, another round of shots Turn Down For What x5 You know when you hear that haaaan I might pull up in the lamb' or the gat' Bring a hundred bitches hundred bottles Turnt up turn down now G5, G6 fly through anywhere Turn up till theres no way to turn it Burn the roof off Let the mother fucker burn Let the mother fucker burn Burn mother fucker Baby won't swallow Tell it to another sucker Made a mill, made another, what a feeling I fuck a bitch, I'm floatin all the money to the ceilin I ain't cuff em, i don't love em I ain't cathin feelings I fill this club up to the fuckin ceiling Fire up that loud, another round of shots Turn Down For What x5</CENTER>

Lil Jon ft. Juicy J, 2 Chainz & French Montana - Turn Down For What (Remix) Lyrics

Turn Down For What (Remix) Lyrics by Lil Jon ft. Juicy J, 2 Chainz & French Montana Fire up that loud, another round of shots Fire up t...

Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas - Another Day Lyrics

Another Day Lyrics, Fat Joe, Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana, French Montana & Tiara Thomas - Another Day Lyrics, Rick Ross, Tiara Thomas 3:42 PM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Another Day Lyrics by Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas Sometimes you have to take it a day at a time You know when you hear that Haaaaa Just another day livin in the hood Just another day around the way Live it good today I hear the (gun shot), but I'm here to stay Just another day livin in the hood Just another day in the hood Didn't have to use the K today Made it through another day In my hood everyday niggas get locked down Best friends hit own your girl and get them knocked down Teachers tell them niggas will never be shit So much coke in the water to make the sea sick All I hear is sirens and sounds of guns blasting A little girl went missing but ain't nobody asking My nigga Lil Troy hit the bank said he need cash Seen him on the news I guess he forgot the ski mask Strippers and celebrities, (?Its the grand select?) Niggas rantin bout gay, cause ignorance is bliss Shorty changing food stamps just to (?get hot?) Listening to Stevie, (?drivin in the sky) Homie reminiscing him keeping him in my prayers Cause Joe crack cares, even if no one else cares See me on the screen but I'm still the same G They thought i'd never see outside of 5V Just another day livin in the hood Just another day around the way Live it good today I hear the (gun shot), but I'm here to stay Just another day livin in the hood Just another day in the hood Didn't have to use the K today Made it through another day Welcome home my nigga Joe Crack Bust a bottle of that black shit lets go New seven series charcoal gray Beamer Joe Crack, Dope Boy, nigga Don Cartegena All the sixes we collect, bitches we could sex Phone still tapped so its best to send a text Go and do a bid back home just like a king Bucket full of crab, money bags that we seen From Rikers to (?), digits to digits piling New Wraith with soft plates, long as the bitches smiling Ciroc boy, AP on the rocks New (?), four mill on a yacht I came from the mud, Def Jam the new plug Five gold joints and still gets no love I walk the same block, rode the same trains We fucked the same bitches, whipped the same cane (Boss!) Just another day livin in the hood Just another day around the way Live it good today I hear the (gun shot), but I'm here to stay Just another day livin in the hood Just another day in the hood Didn't have to use the K today Made it through another day  </CENTER>

Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas - Another Day Lyrics

Another Day Lyrics by Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas Sometimes you have to take it a day at a time You know whe...

Omelly ft. French Montana - Real Nigga Lyrics

French Montana, Omelly, Omelly ft. French Montana - Real Nigga Lyrics, Real Nigga Lyrics 5:31 AM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Real Nigga Lyrics by Omelly ft. French Montana What’s wrong with these niggas, huh? You got me fucked up Yo, you fucking with the wrong nigga Get your man, dog You fucking with the wrong nigga Fuck around, get killed, nigga Calm down, I get it cracking, blow nigga Come and take this walk with me through these fully streets When niggas can’t smoke knock out they sneaks Balling with them 30s, clutching on that heat Mass on at your door, ain’t no trick or treat Only fuck with real niggas that’s gonna ride I clap flour, pussy nigga, I make your momma cry You too perked up, a bunch of hating niggas Niggas pussies, I don’t hang with nigga, hang with niggas Can’t bang, I can’t sing with niggas Get my bag, I start banging niggas I’m acting out, I’m in the booth now We going hard, throwing shit for Snoop now You see a target, better shoot, clown They want me stacking macros, eating soups now Core back to care, where my Zeus now What’s wrong with these niggas, huh? You got me fucked up Yo, you fucking with the wrong nigga Get your man, dog You fucking with the wrong nigga Fuck around, get killed, nigga Calm down, I get it cracking, blow nigga Fuck around and get killed, nigga These pussy, I don’t hang with niggas Free Pee, free Max, they tryna hang my niggas Niggas broke, probably mixing up the coke with dirty spike Run up on your Ghost with a dirty bike Talk work, know we got it Catch him slipping, no, we got him too late, makes you hotter We done started from the ground, nigga Drop dead, man, lift you with the ground, nigga Hottest and they up, is you stupid, nigga? Coke boys shut them up, they stop, nigga Money never changed us, never changed, niggas Same street, same beef, we the same niggas Now from the train to the boat, from the boat to the plane Slinging coke Fuck is wrong with these niggas? What’s wrong with these niggas, huh? You got me fucked up Yo, you fucking with the wrong nigga Get your man, dog You fucking with the wrong nigga Fuck around, get killed, nigga Calm down, I get it cracking, blow nigga Fuck around and get killed, nigga Lately I’m full of niggas get me fucked up I got your money out here, tryna come up They like do we ride? Check my resume, you got me fucked up Been a wild nigga ever since a young buck Making sales all day, I’m so hard, am I nuts? It’s all pay, still I ain’t made enough Rapping niggas wannabes acting up Rock a bottle, shake them down, show ‘em who’s rapping now All we know is on sight, we can get it cracking now Never will you catch me slip, always keep my ratchet, clown Hands on with the situation, never backing down Never was a pussy nigga, never got smacked around Last nigga tried on my life, he got popped around Clap nigga, clown with me, I ain’t came to fuck around What’s wrong with these niggas, huh? You got me fucked up Yo, you fucking with the wrong nigga It’s your man, dog You fucking with the wrong nigga Fuck around, get killed, nigga Calm down, I get it cracking, blow nigga Fuck around and get killed, nigga  </CENTER>

Omelly ft. French Montana - Real Nigga Lyrics

Real Nigga Lyrics by Omelly ft. French Montana What’s wrong with these niggas, huh? You got me fucked up Yo, you fucking with the wrong n...

Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana - Big Homie Lyrics

Big Homie Lyrics, French Montana, Puff Daddy, Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana - Big Homie Lyrics, Rick Ross 7:23 AM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Big Homie Lyrics by Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie (Verse) I'm winning for the new bitch, she was stunting That pussy got a paper tag and it's a hundred My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond My Rolls Royce sprayed cologne, the fragrance money It's Bad Boys Records, bitch, you know I run it Ciroc Amaretto coming, them bitches love it I show up with my jewelry on and never doubt it You show up with your jewelry on and leave without it (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie (Verse) Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie Top down on any block, niggas know me The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm getting lonely See us out here racing yachts like ''fuck the police'' Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming These ratchet bitches love a nigga so cough your chick in More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm money mention I'm money mention (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie (Verse) My bitches get the Christians, nigga, [?] My bitches get the [?], nigga, they hold the weapons My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection My bitches get the realest nigga, she's my reflection I make my bitches traffic dope, that's my profession She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section Thank God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us 50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers Get them stretchers (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie  </CENTER>

Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana - Big Homie Lyrics

Big Homie Lyrics by Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring;...

French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I)

French Montana 7:53 AM

Ain’t Worried About Nothin (Remix) Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I [Hook] …ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ Skee ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ DJ Skee ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ [Verse 1: Problem] Ridin’ round with that work… Was not for them people… And them hoe niggas lookin’ thirsty Please get them Aquafina Money come faster than Cheetahs All hoes miss this king like Cleveland I ride through the hood, sucka niggas be hatin’ Say they sure gon’ get at me, I’ve been anxiously waiting Sippin’ Pina Coladas, smokin’ flowers with Asian bitches Can’t worry ’bout nothin’ Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ Nigga wanna fight, we can jungle Reebok pumps, lumps in a young punk, you feel? No uncle… [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 2: Crooked I] I’m in the strip club, Secret Sunday Nigga got a 50-band necklace on I’m by myself, I’m turning up Haters out here better respect the throne Let’s see your beard ’til the bury a nigga Slipped two times, what up Macabre? This street money, I ain’t worried, nigga I don’t work, but see I love my job (nigga, word) See me rollin’ down the block while I’m rolling up a knot And I’m goin’ to the spot, bad shorty on my jock Opened up her box on the coconut Ciroc This Eastside, LB city, boy Rock two chains like Tity Boi Crooked I live like a model with ass That mean a nigga sit pretty, boy [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] Eastside, Las Vegas Young player comin’ out of nowhere Now I’m rappin’ with the big shines Like “whoa there, little nigga, don’t go there” So rare and prepared for the lifestyle Spit it how I live it when the mic’s out Got a house, wife and a night gown Before rap, the one that would let me put the pipe down Comin’ from the city of the Fight Night Bringing entertainment to the limelight All this city really needed was an artist And guess who the artist? I guess I got the green light Skee life, what it be like? Dizzy Wright be like “what the tree like?” Kushed out in the function… Can’t kill my vibe, fuck nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 4: Game] Got a million on my neck… Little fuck nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout much Y’all worried ’bout us? Sixteen out the clip ’til his watermelon bust Got a bitch ridin’ shotgun With a .45 and a Louis Vuitton clutch Where I been? In the cut Now I’m back, it’s a wrap, whole world on my nuts And your girl on my nuts Consequences when these nigga be cuffin’ I’mma hit her up, then I’m pullin’ out Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ Red Styrofoam cup, sippin’ on the gas I can slow it down like French Or I can go Twista on that ass My niggas turn it up, never turn down While I’m sippin’ the Dom My niggas gettin’ it on We’ve got your bitch in a thong Flipping her thong, one sip and she’s gone We’ll turn it on Give her the long bone and then she go home Make a nigga pull a grip out the cut I’ll call a bitch I can fuck Have her howling at the moonlight AK47 in your bitch Put the pussy on Instagram and show you what the goon like These LA hoes don’t like me ’cause I fucked ‘em all I wear Louis, I wear Gucci, nigga, fuck the mall Niggas killed the club… so they killed… I’m ’bout to kill me a nigga… and beat the charge [Hook: French Montana] [Bridge: French Montana] Ridin’ round with that work Strapped up with that Nina (got to) Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina Money don’t mean nothing, Niggas don’t feel you when they see you My whole ‘hood love me But now a nigga wanna touch me [Hook: French Montana] French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy)

French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I)

Ain’t Worried About Nothin (Remix) Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I [Hook] …ain’t worried ’bout not...

French Montana - Hey My Guy Lyrics (Ft. Max B)

French Montana 11:19 AM

Hey My Guy Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Max B [Intro] One time for the Coke Wave Can I get a “HANNN” [Hook] I pull up on the corner stuntin’ like “hey, my guy” It’s mac wit da cheese – “hey, my guy” I got it for the low-low – “hey, my guy” You talking to the po-po – “hey, my guy” Breaking down the brick, choppin’ down the rock Break it down, bag it up, shuttin down the block I pull up on the corner stuntin’ like “hey, my guy” It’s mac wit da cheese – “hey, my guy” I got it for the low-low – “hey, my guy” You talking to the po-po – “hey, my guy” Breaking down the brick, choppin’ down the rock Break it down, bag it up, shuttin down the block [Verse 1: Max B] See, I’m bout to start trial for this murder shit Satan want my soul but I’m riding, nigga, suck a dick Layin’ just to pluck a chick, playin’ I’m gon’ fuck his bitch She don’t know my guy… See some niggas in the trenches that was schemin’ on my ride Bitches creamin’ on my ride, fiendin’ for my high Got the po-po, got that one hand up, they leaning on my guy Fuckin’ bitches make me sick But I just give them the finger and keep rollin’ with my guy Keep strollin’ with my guy Got mommy in the Caddy and she blowin’ on my guy This shit ain’t for no wager, this bitch owe me a favor This nig owe me some paper, they raided all my pot Damn that paddy wagon, they takin’ all my guys They be raidin’ on my tribe, knowing how much we… felon Pop a shot up at ya melon, bitch, chop that powder, sellin’ it Copped it for the Hell of it, made her play my guy Said she fuck with Justin Timberlake, bitch, go get my dinner plate [Hook] [Verse 2: French Montana] I pull up on the corner stuntin like “hey, my guy” Bumpin’ Don Biggavel, damn I miss my guy Shorty curve, said she ain’t tryna fuck tonight So I made a U-turn on the first right Man, I gotta be cold, fast money and hoes United we stand, divided we fall Miley Cyrus… nigga, don’t blow my high I think I see a nasty bitch tryna fuck up my life I’m with the shooters and the slurpers with my homie Run trains, never save them, pictures on my phone, and Macaroni with the cheese – “hey, my guy” I’m on two, dick on freeze – “hey, my guy” [Hook] French Montana - Hey My Guy Lyrics Ft. Max B

French Montana - Hey My Guy Lyrics (Ft. Max B)

Hey My Guy Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Max B [Intro] One time for the Coke Wave Can I get a “HANNN” [Hook] I pull up on the corner stuntin...

French Montana - '40 Lyrics (Ft. Trey Songz & Fabolous)

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'40 Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Trey Songz & Fabolous   [Intro] Lay down Montana Trigga [Hook: French Montana] Money ain't everything nigga it's the only thing I pop bottles like I got 40 rings 40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches I got 40 names A, K, K, K, K, K Karma, drama, never been to college Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing 40 cars, 40 chains [Verse 1: French Montana] Bust, bust it, what the business is? Cars, cribs, couple businesses lean, percs and them blacks Been to hell and back Then I cut off my rearview, 'cause I ain't looking back Now my bad bitch neck tatted, blue dye my bladder Rip it off that rack boy, what it cost don't matter I say starin down and I'm in it Trap money I'm spending PG for that dream team, you fucking right we winning 40, 40, another 40 boy They ask me why I sell, feel that YSL? Drunk in the front, your bitch in the back I land in the front, and I start from the back [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Hop out the jet, what city is this? 3 bitches in bed, I'm like who's titty is this? They fucked around and let a nigga like me get rich I don't know another nigga like me exist These girls be 'bout that YOLO life I ask you now if you a ho, no right? But my dick's still meeting with your throat tonight Pimp game strong, cold as ice Told em I'd show you right You pay for pussy, you know the price That's hard to handle, this life a gamble I want the dice, minute rice To business life, I'm an enterprise And I'll drop whatever on whatever you ain't finna buy Live every moment like my last, like I'm finna die Know I sing it now, wonder will I sing it when I'm in the sky [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 3: Fabolous] Bust it, bust it, she let that 40 flame My AKA is what shorty name Just call my crew the Rolex and Audi gang But we still got no time for these lames I'm with my Mexican homies out of wares They'll hook you up, give you a cares We campaigning like we running for pres Still watching out for JC and Torres New york undercovers amongst the others The family be couple hundred of us Got a hundred brothers, AKA the Jacklsons Got a hundred sisters, AKA the Braxtons [Hook: French Montana]   French Montana - '40 Lyrics (Ft. Trey Songz & Fabolous)

French Montana - '40 Lyrics (Ft. Trey Songz & Fabolous)

'40 Lyrics by French Montana Ft. Trey Songz & Fabolous [Intro] Lay down Montana Trigga [Hook: French Montana] Money ain't eve...

French Montana - Gifted Lyrics (Ft. The Weeknd)

French Montana 2:21 AM

Gifted Lyrics by French Montana Ft. The Weeknd   [Verse 1: The Weeknd] All these bitches hate you This is something I know Because you really love to give it up There ain't nothing wrong with groupie love You're the only one I notice It's really hard for me to focus, yeah Cause my body so numb All I do is kill pain All I do is smoke loud Put you niggas to shame I be rolling all day Mix it in the champagne And these bottles all free Not a single drink paid Because they want, want me in the club But if you got the numbers I'll be glad to show you love Cause baby, I'm an XO nigga coming up Every time they play my song I'mma fill another cup Cause I'm down for whatever I can always keep it up All I need is some liquor just to keep a nigga up (oh yeah) [Hook x2: The Weeknd] I'm gifted when I'm faded I'm faded all the time Because I know that's when they love me They love me when I'm high When they love me I get money, I get money, I get money When they love me I get money, I get money, I get money [Verse 2: French Montana] I be gifted when I'm faded Faded all the time Thought they loved me when I made it Niggas hated all the time It's a dirty game Try to find a bitch Maybe get married That's like pissin' in a freezer Trying to make canaries Hawk vision, L.A. heels right on Huff Terrace Making wishes, now I'm french kissing your bitch in Paris Come and find me .. that's from '92 Heard your small ass when I bought her a number two Dipping and you know it I be pimpin' like I owe it Come and find me now, I got an army with me now Turn your brains oodles and noodles For thinking you got a screw loose I tighten you up Them coroners will button you up [Hook x2] [Verse 3: French Montana] Tony Montana on his last batch This that Wayne Gretzky on his last scratch This that Derek Jeter on his last catch This that Whitney Houston on her last track This that Tiger Woods on his last swing This that Jimi Hendrix on his last string This that Larry Davis on his last bang You can call me Hugh Hefner on his last fling [Hook x2]

French Montana - Gifted Lyrics (Ft. The Weeknd)

Gifted Lyrics by French Montana Ft. The Weeknd [Verse 1: The Weeknd] All these bitches hate you This is something I know Because you real...

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