Lyrics:
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
yeah
hold up check
bizzzthat
yall ready
ha
you Can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass we Joe Montana you can’t pass
get it
I'm coming for kidneys the bladder the witness you better be wit it
Kick yo ass out don't play with pimping, guys be simping
Dat ain't me head
higher)
French the don dada (dada), none hotter (hotter, higher)
Snipe so fast, you still smell the gunpowder (woo, higher)
They found a body dead, had
French Montana:
It's nothing to think about
Montana man
Hook
French Montana:
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till
Trina
Trina
Aha French Montana yea
I'mma I'mma talk about it
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
told her to give me some lip-gloss
I feel like a big boss
Lil shorty she calling me Rick Ross
Pardon my French bitch, how the fuck you saw me with my
desesperao', desesperao' (Montana!)
You know we pull up in foreigns and bad bitches live by the way (Oh my God)
She got me deep in the water
Don't need it,
my nigga Max, huh
Huuuuh
Coke Wave
Got plenty money
Hook
French Montana:
It's the New York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Ain't any nigga
Little boy, Russell from Dogwood everybody!
I want my french fries!
Give me my french fries!
I want my french fries!
Give me my french fries!
I want my
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I'm 5'5 but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's
I can't feel my face (ayy, ayy)
Coke Boy
I'm with Montana, this ootie speak French
Off the Henny, she wanna get bent (she wanna get bent)
Bring
scoop just ain't enough ain't enough
So let me know if you down to fuck down to fuck
French vanilla french vanilla hey
French vanilla french vanilla ya
Goddamn this cast iron lounger, my butt will bruise
I'd rather be a man on a mission
Oh-oh-oh my God, what's happenin' to me?
Walkin' down Montana
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
French Montana:
It's nothing to think about
Montana man
Hook
French Montana:
I be working in the kitchen, grinding on a mission
I be pitchin' till
Sound's good enough
Straight da fuck up you talkin' bout nigga (talkin' bout me)
Montana
Khalifa man
(Snoop Dogg, what up?)
(French Montana
throwing bullets like Brett Favre
Getting trap money and rap money
So we pulling up in the best cars
Ay juice, 'Vette pass by and you know that's me
White
Our Father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed by Your name
It all belongs to You
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Emmanuel Emmanuel
Glory belongs to You
Emmanuel Emmanuel
I've been captured by a love I can't explain
And now you have me and I'm forever changed
I've abandoned everything I've ever known
Now I
She belong to the streets
Ain't no way out of here
Don't tell me what I need
She belong to the streets
I can tell it by the look in your face
When I
Man, I remember growing up
Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars
I see nobody there
[Hook: French Montana]
Now I hope you fuck niggas get
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