French Montana, Chinx - Haven’t Spoke lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana, Chinx - Haven’t Spoke lyrics]
Coke Boy Baby chinx Whattup, Montana!
Things they just ain't been the same
Things are very different now
Made my way up in the game
My closest friends are distant now haaaaaaa
Dope n' coke, roll n' smoke her
On that sofa, till it's over
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Never sober, till it's over
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Got that smoke, got that drank
Go and call the freaks
Since I've made it homie all I
See is paws and teeth
City boy, tinted Royce, ridin' dirty dirty
Only niggas with that white
You can call it Fergie
Made that money, then I lost it
Made it back again
Told my bitch fuck her, call her back again
Got that itch, makin' hit's
Back to back again
Feeled it longer, she was strongest
What you up again? Me and Chinx on that 9-5
For that loaf, took the oath and ima' die by
All red Maserati, tell them niggas catch up
From the bottom till' I got it
Tell them niggas wassup
Things they just ain't been the same
Things are very different now
Made my way up in the game
My closest friends are distant now haaaaaaa
Uhh my head high
My cup full and my pockets swole
Wake up in the mornin' spread
That butter on my bankroll
Things they lookin good, horses on my hood
Bad bitch on my wood
Whole life been misunderstood
But now they feel me
Roll up in that suicide
Hop out my jewlery so nuts
Your lady doin donuts on my tip
Yes I be that shit, all about my grip
Made my way up off that strip
Now that show money's for sho' money I grip
Like them vices, good memories are priceless
Just pray I ain't dead and gone 'fore
I figure out what life is (uhh)
Coke Boy, all the drank, poured up
On the pill, so what
Riot gang nigga throw it upppp
Dope n' coke, roll n' smoke her
On that sofa, till it's over-
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Never sober, till it's over
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Got that smoke, got that drank
Go and call the freaks
Since I've made it homie all I
See is paws and teeth
Things they just ain't been the same
Things are very different now
Made my way up in the game
My closest friends are distant now haaaaaaa
Dope n' coke, roll n' smoke her
On that sofa, till it's over
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Never sober, till it's over
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Got that smoke, got that drank
Go and call the freaks
Since I've made it homie all I
See is paws and teeth
City boy, tinted Royce, ridin' dirty dirty
Only niggas with that white
You can call it Fergie
Made that money, then I lost it
Made it back again
Told my bitch fuck her, call her back again
Got that itch, makin' hit's
Back to back again
Feeled it longer, she was strongest
What you up again? Me and Chinx on that 9-5
For that loaf, took the oath and ima' die by
All red Maserati, tell them niggas catch up
From the bottom till' I got it
Tell them niggas wassup
Things they just ain't been the same
Things are very different now
Made my way up in the game
My closest friends are distant now haaaaaaa
Uhh my head high
My cup full and my pockets swole
Wake up in the mornin' spread
That butter on my bankroll
Things they lookin good, horses on my hood
Bad bitch on my wood
Whole life been misunderstood
But now they feel me
Roll up in that suicide
Hop out my jewlery so nuts
Your lady doin donuts on my tip
Yes I be that shit, all about my grip
Made my way up off that strip
Now that show money's for sho' money I grip
Like them vices, good memories are priceless
Just pray I ain't dead and gone 'fore
I figure out what life is (uhh)
Coke Boy, all the drank, poured up
On the pill, so what
Riot gang nigga throw it upppp
Dope n' coke, roll n' smoke her
On that sofa, till it's over-
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Never sober, till it's over
Homie can't you see we got that waveeeeeeee
Got that smoke, got that drank
Go and call the freaks
Since I've made it homie all I
See is paws and teeth