French Montana - Once In A While lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana - Once In A While lyrics]
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?
Murder, cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder, my money on the line
Murder was the case that they gave me
Getting shot up, then he got up
Came back then he lit the spot up
Homie hit the chart up
Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy
3 chains on, I be Rocky boy
Packs out the lobby boy
Nigga you can read on, each dream on
French, got my feet on
With money I can lean on
Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on
Your bitch with the raccoon vest
Peter Pete on catch me at the game, hard
Wood where my feet on
Lookin for an actress on my
Wood I could skeet on
Mansion on the other hand, live
From the mother land
2 straps on, east side where you rumbling
Murder, cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder, my money on the line
Murder was the case that they gave me
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?
Alfred Hitchcock, two fist fight
Caught a nigga slippin for his
Chain and his wrist watch
Murder was the case that they gave me
I can’t believe my boo bout to have my baby
Uh, you out of luck, mercedes truck
Pull up, distance, shoot better
Ducking from the knocks, Elz
Near Crotona park
Out of control, now a nigga
Go control him up
Shoot outs and move out, ask to break last
9th floor seats, talkin to the bench players
Tell the mic baby, it’s my city
Lead the game, hit green house, me and Diddy
Murder, cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder, my money on the line
Murder was the case that they gave me
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?
Murder, cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder, my money on the line
Murder was the case that they gave me
Getting shot up, then he got up
Came back then he lit the spot up
Homie hit the chart up
Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy
3 chains on, I be Rocky boy
Packs out the lobby boy
Nigga you can read on, each dream on
French, got my feet on
With money I can lean on
Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on
Your bitch with the raccoon vest
Peter Pete on catch me at the game, hard
Wood where my feet on
Lookin for an actress on my
Wood I could skeet on
Mansion on the other hand, live
From the mother land
2 straps on, east side where you rumbling
Murder, cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder, my money on the line
Murder was the case that they gave me
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?
Alfred Hitchcock, two fist fight
Caught a nigga slippin for his
Chain and his wrist watch
Murder was the case that they gave me
I can’t believe my boo bout to have my baby
Uh, you out of luck, mercedes truck
Pull up, distance, shoot better
Ducking from the knocks, Elz
Near Crotona park
Out of control, now a nigga
Go control him up
Shoot outs and move out, ask to break last
9th floor seats, talkin to the bench players
Tell the mic baby, it’s my city
Lead the game, hit green house, me and Diddy
Murder, cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder, my money on the line
Murder was the case that they gave me
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for
It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
What people payin paper for?