French Montana - Hard Work lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana - Hard Work lyrics]
Hard work gon pay off
I be high off this money
I don't know what they be on
Grind on my day off
Want diamonds and the rings
And I don't settle for the playoffs
Going for the chips
All them hoes at the mansion
Tryna rip the gate off joey tryna stay off
Tell em take their shoes off
Make sure they stay off fuck nigga way off
My young boys shooters
Steph Curry in the playoffs
Going for the chips
Fat Joe gonna call the genie
Get the weight off
Bitch we gone stay on she gone like 8 homes
Bought a lot of cars just to match my 8 homes
Body after body in my city till the tape gone
Red tape, shoot em till the morgue
Ain't no headaches
Me, Chinx, Montana, we be flexing on em
Don't try em
Them nigga's they keep that weapon on em
Rondo in that jail cause
Nigga's telling on him
Got money in London but I'm a felon homie
First seen a brick, I'm like ayo
Thirty thousand cash, I'm an a-hole
Pop the pussy quick when the cash thrown
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hard work gone pay off
I'm addicted to the lean, popping pills
Can't stay off can't take a day off
My young boy run up on you with the K
Blow your brain off shawty can't stay off
She ain't bringing nothing to the table
Cut the bitch straight off
Take her to the ship
She got seasick, called up, need the day off
Reggie in the playoff
I got high all winter then
Went and took May off
Shawty bust it open, jump right on it
Cracker backs, put the spike on it
Seats with the spike on it
Everything got a price on it
Shine bright when the lights on you
Her ass fat, land flights on it
Call Durk and Fredo run up on you
Knock the horse on your polo straight off
I be high off this money
I don't know what they be on
Grind on my day off
Want diamonds and the rings
And I don't settle for the playoffs
Going for the chips
All them hoes at the mansion
Tryna rip the gate off joey tryna stay off
Tell em take their shoes off
Make sure they stay off fuck nigga way off
My young boys shooters
Steph Curry in the playoffs
Going for the chips
Fat Joe gonna call the genie
Get the weight off
Bitch we gone stay on she gone like 8 homes
Bought a lot of cars just to match my 8 homes
Body after body in my city till the tape gone
Red tape, shoot em till the morgue
Ain't no headaches
Me, Chinx, Montana, we be flexing on em
Don't try em
Them nigga's they keep that weapon on em
Rondo in that jail cause
Nigga's telling on him
Got money in London but I'm a felon homie
First seen a brick, I'm like ayo
Thirty thousand cash, I'm an a-hole
Pop the pussy quick when the cash thrown
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hard work gone pay off
I'm addicted to the lean, popping pills
Can't stay off can't take a day off
My young boy run up on you with the K
Blow your brain off shawty can't stay off
She ain't bringing nothing to the table
Cut the bitch straight off
Take her to the ship
She got seasick, called up, need the day off
Reggie in the playoff
I got high all winter then
Went and took May off
Shawty bust it open, jump right on it
Cracker backs, put the spike on it
Seats with the spike on it
Everything got a price on it
Shine bright when the lights on you
Her ass fat, land flights on it
Call Durk and Fredo run up on you
Knock the horse on your polo straight off