French Montana - What You Want From Me lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana - What You Want From Me lyrics]
Boss Don Biggavel' beanie Sigel, yeah
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me down, me down we sit comfortably
Max B, I'm feelin' wavy in this bitch
Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let's get it
If it cost to be the boss
I could flip the bill
Ball like Chris Paul and I
Don't push the pill
I just move the rock, I'm a boss, bitch
Rich or not
It's what you keep not what you cop
Ya niggas talkin' what you used to do
What they used to have
How much coke that they used to grab
Man we doin' it, y'all done
It, yeah y'all ran it, but we run it
Shit, if we don't got it (we don't want it)
We don't' chase paper, we catch it
Back and forth trips to the desert
I'm tryna hit my number twice then press it
This money long like cigarette boats
We 'bout to blow it like cigarette smoke
Nigga we eatin'
You niggas wearin' fake jewelry (Cheatin')
Man I'm a boss, I don't count paper I way it
And I don't place bets I lay it
And I don't kill niggas I "Okay" it
Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes
Competition, I like dikes
Like to get tipsy, tricksy crammed in
Niggas you think hot, Bigga
He can't stand them, damn them
I can give a fuck what you niggas think
I'm gettin' paid
Penthouse, givin' dick to maids
Hit the Spades, Black jack, 21, pitty pat
See you with' your chain, better gimme that
Bitch, Mac Book Pros all over
Tact took stacks, shook pros all over
I got goons that'll flip and
Just give 'em the word
Ya know, while I sit in the Bird
Got the boy seeds as in Allah
My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah
Pussy was my alibi
Even though, I was in the cut makin' music
Ay, booty baby'll get ya paid
I can get ya laid off the pimpy, simply
Just kuz I'm the guy
Bitches got 'em like Mardi Gras
Sit the potty high
I'm a shit on you bitch made, switchblade
I'll cut you niggas face, whachu want from me
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me down, me down we sit comfortably
Any set get mashed on
Y'all homo niggas makin' fag corn
Who gave these niggas platform?
Get the money, then the power, then respect
I don't step on niggas toes
Step on niggas necks
Nigga check, gave life to the game
Say thank you we don't wanna plate
Niggas want the whole table
Gave you niggas Coke Wave, Quarantine
Cocaine Konvict grand Cru with the sour deez
Cough, have ya brains leakin' out
(Prego sauce)
A nigga cross us, die on the cross
They want beef, what kinda sauce
I push a 911, kinda Porsche
Boss Don, Mac, Beans
Niggas off the wall like a flat screen
What's happening
Shit don't stop
Max, Mac N Cheese, talk to 'em Mack
It's The Broad Street Bully, The Silver Surfa
Catch the wave, pull a stop on the 'caine
Or I stretch the gauge
100 grand, rubber bands in the duffle
100-shot Mac, leather strap with the muzzle
Rip anything that I spit on
Fuck if it's my beef
Any fuckin' set could get dipped on
Kill with the chips or
Max cut the checks and the shit's on
Duck-Hunt these birds till clips gone
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me down, me down we sit comfortably
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me down, me down we sit comfortably
Max B, I'm feelin' wavy in this bitch
Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let's get it
If it cost to be the boss
I could flip the bill
Ball like Chris Paul and I
Don't push the pill
I just move the rock, I'm a boss, bitch
Rich or not
It's what you keep not what you cop
Ya niggas talkin' what you used to do
What they used to have
How much coke that they used to grab
Man we doin' it, y'all done
It, yeah y'all ran it, but we run it
Shit, if we don't got it (we don't want it)
We don't' chase paper, we catch it
Back and forth trips to the desert
I'm tryna hit my number twice then press it
This money long like cigarette boats
We 'bout to blow it like cigarette smoke
Nigga we eatin'
You niggas wearin' fake jewelry (Cheatin')
Man I'm a boss, I don't count paper I way it
And I don't place bets I lay it
And I don't kill niggas I "Okay" it
Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes
Competition, I like dikes
Like to get tipsy, tricksy crammed in
Niggas you think hot, Bigga
He can't stand them, damn them
I can give a fuck what you niggas think
I'm gettin' paid
Penthouse, givin' dick to maids
Hit the Spades, Black jack, 21, pitty pat
See you with' your chain, better gimme that
Bitch, Mac Book Pros all over
Tact took stacks, shook pros all over
I got goons that'll flip and
Just give 'em the word
Ya know, while I sit in the Bird
Got the boy seeds as in Allah
My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah
Pussy was my alibi
Even though, I was in the cut makin' music
Ay, booty baby'll get ya paid
I can get ya laid off the pimpy, simply
Just kuz I'm the guy
Bitches got 'em like Mardi Gras
Sit the potty high
I'm a shit on you bitch made, switchblade
I'll cut you niggas face, whachu want from me
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me down, me down we sit comfortably
Any set get mashed on
Y'all homo niggas makin' fag corn
Who gave these niggas platform?
Get the money, then the power, then respect
I don't step on niggas toes
Step on niggas necks
Nigga check, gave life to the game
Say thank you we don't wanna plate
Niggas want the whole table
Gave you niggas Coke Wave, Quarantine
Cocaine Konvict grand Cru with the sour deez
Cough, have ya brains leakin' out
(Prego sauce)
A nigga cross us, die on the cross
They want beef, what kinda sauce
I push a 911, kinda Porsche
Boss Don, Mac, Beans
Niggas off the wall like a flat screen
What's happening
Shit don't stop
Max, Mac N Cheese, talk to 'em Mack
It's The Broad Street Bully, The Silver Surfa
Catch the wave, pull a stop on the 'caine
Or I stretch the gauge
100 grand, rubber bands in the duffle
100-shot Mac, leather strap with the muzzle
Rip anything that I spit on
Fuck if it's my beef
Any fuckin' set could get dipped on
Kill with the chips or
Max cut the checks and the shit's on
Duck-Hunt these birds till clips gone
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me down, me down we sit comfortably