Pusha T, French Montana - Everything That Glitters lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pusha T, French Montana - Everything That Glitters lyrics]
Ayo French
You, you know I'm bout that life right?
Pusha!
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action
Tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my niggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action
Tell my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
For every brick broke down
It's one stepped on
For every known rat, it's one slept on
For every loyal nigga fronted, one kept owin'
For every bitch I showed the way
It's one that kept hoin'
So let's blow through this money
As we pour bottles
Let me drop another classic
And a tour follows let's get pissy drunk and
Let the whores swallow
My niggas embrace guns and ignore Bibles
Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lines
The new jury can be you, ghetto law-abiding
Better know who that is looking in the mirror
The truth lies
And your soul can't see it clearer
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action
Tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my niggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action
Tell my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
They're handing out football numbers
After tappin' your phone
Or you watchin' for the drop
As they clappin' they chrome
Took a brick and I turned it to stone
5 into 10, the Return of the Clones
Then I took my experience and
Turned it to poems
As we took single engines and
Turned 'em to Boeings
Panamera blood red symbolize bloodshed
Loss lot of niggas, some in Club Fed
Few still reminiscin' in they CL
Selling Pete Rock, cruisin' in they V-12
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action
Tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my niggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action
Tell my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
You, you know I'm bout that life right?
Pusha!
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action
Tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my niggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action
Tell my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
For every brick broke down
It's one stepped on
For every known rat, it's one slept on
For every loyal nigga fronted, one kept owin'
For every bitch I showed the way
It's one that kept hoin'
So let's blow through this money
As we pour bottles
Let me drop another classic
And a tour follows let's get pissy drunk and
Let the whores swallow
My niggas embrace guns and ignore Bibles
Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lines
The new jury can be you, ghetto law-abiding
Better know who that is looking in the mirror
The truth lies
And your soul can't see it clearer
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action
Tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my niggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action
Tell my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
They're handing out football numbers
After tappin' your phone
Or you watchin' for the drop
As they clappin' they chrome
Took a brick and I turned it to stone
5 into 10, the Return of the Clones
Then I took my experience and
Turned it to poems
As we took single engines and
Turned 'em to Boeings
Panamera blood red symbolize bloodshed
Loss lot of niggas, some in Club Fed
Few still reminiscin' in they CL
Selling Pete Rock, cruisin' in they V-12
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action
Tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my niggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action
Tell my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by