French Montana - Montana lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana - Montana lyrics]
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah everything, everything
Everything gon' be alright oh, yeah
Coke boy, baby
Ha, yeah graduated, but I'm aggravated
From the half that made it, we was drinkin'
Faded me, and life and death is half-related
(H half-related)
Masturbatin' on a scale for a hundred million
Askin' God how we made it
Watchin' John David Robinson
Now my dawg robbin' son
Half a David, freedom got confiscated
We mob-related, John Gotti, RICO
Life like a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators
Makin' Salaat on a fox rug
Black glove, hot slug for these cold women
Militant like the Middle East
Go from ménages 69's to 6ix9ine conspiracies
Triple threat, trinity
Triangle officers, label execs
Get all the profit
They hit your brain, mop it, clean
What type of fiends?
Put the needle in your ass
Keep they table green
Multi-millionaire, strapped like Oda
Can't teach new tricks to old dog
(Bom-bom-bom)
I told mama, "Pray for me", baby
Wait here for me
Got a cage waitin' for me, the hate
Came from me
Millions I made from it, chains
Waitin' for me change, I made from it
Montana ain't a dummy, uh
New year, half a mil', face on the bill
(Bill) , here, Cabo chill
Desperado with an AR like the top
(Top) , Montana John stop (Stop)
If there's a movie out
Play the Al Pacino part
Mama raise a star, and you been a mark
Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba
Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse
Drink and smoke and feel
Empty in this penthouse (Ah)
Mansions like a camp, ranches
Like rainbow smoke, 41 shots like Diego
Shout-out to Abel
I turn the weekends to the weekdays
PJs to the PJs
The week like four nights and three days
(Four nights)
Yes, I big like the kid from Bed-Stuy
Just us stylist out be dressin'
The bitches don't be stressin'
Money with the best of them
CREAM like Method Man
I made it even and the game is odd
Everybody kickin' game, tell the
Bitch the truth, she think you God
Tell mama to pray for me
Feds got a name for me cell waitin' for me
Mils' I made from it, chains, waitin' for me
Change, I made from it
Montana ain't a dummy, uh
La música de Harry Fraud
It's nothing to take me higher
Everything gon' be alright oh, yeah
Coke boy, baby
Ha, yeah graduated, but I'm aggravated
From the half that made it, we was drinkin'
Faded me, and life and death is half-related
(H half-related)
Masturbatin' on a scale for a hundred million
Askin' God how we made it
Watchin' John David Robinson
Now my dawg robbin' son
Half a David, freedom got confiscated
We mob-related, John Gotti, RICO
Life like a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators
Makin' Salaat on a fox rug
Black glove, hot slug for these cold women
Militant like the Middle East
Go from ménages 69's to 6ix9ine conspiracies
Triple threat, trinity
Triangle officers, label execs
Get all the profit
They hit your brain, mop it, clean
What type of fiends?
Put the needle in your ass
Keep they table green
Multi-millionaire, strapped like Oda
Can't teach new tricks to old dog
(Bom-bom-bom)
I told mama, "Pray for me", baby
Wait here for me
Got a cage waitin' for me, the hate
Came from me
Millions I made from it, chains
Waitin' for me change, I made from it
Montana ain't a dummy, uh
New year, half a mil', face on the bill
(Bill) , here, Cabo chill
Desperado with an AR like the top
(Top) , Montana John stop (Stop)
If there's a movie out
Play the Al Pacino part
Mama raise a star, and you been a mark
Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba
Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse
Drink and smoke and feel
Empty in this penthouse (Ah)
Mansions like a camp, ranches
Like rainbow smoke, 41 shots like Diego
Shout-out to Abel
I turn the weekends to the weekdays
PJs to the PJs
The week like four nights and three days
(Four nights)
Yes, I big like the kid from Bed-Stuy
Just us stylist out be dressin'
The bitches don't be stressin'
Money with the best of them
CREAM like Method Man
I made it even and the game is odd
Everybody kickin' game, tell the
Bitch the truth, she think you God
Tell mama to pray for me
Feds got a name for me cell waitin' for me
Mils' I made from it, chains, waitin' for me
Change, I made from it
Montana ain't a dummy, uh
La música de Harry Fraud
It's nothing to take me higher