Lyrics:
it’s nothing at all
But trust me I’ll figure it out
Do you think about me?
Do you think about me
When you’re out with the boys after work on a Friday
lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
Think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead
lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
Think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead
You better get over it,
You need to cool,
Just Chill
Cause I'm about to go off on you,
Yes I will,
I ain't got nothing to prove so,
You better get
that heat aye
(Got that heat aye)
Awe yeah give a fuck about
What you think aye (Prrrraaa)
Awe yeah she sniff that coke
Like Tony Montana (Just like
in the war so long can only think about the music, can't think about the fam or imma lose it
Rest in peace to my Bube & my homie KP, new death brings
give a fuck what you do
You got nothing to do with me
So why would I care about you
And whatever you think about me
I don't give a fuck what you do
You
Hannah Montana bitch
Excuse my French
When I get up in the game, your only play is the bench
You see I finish what I start
First to cross the race line
Got
God I wanna hear your voice
Nothing is impossible with God ehhyy
All things are possible with You
That job you're thinking about is possible lift up
got it going on
With or without Victoria's or Louboutin
Want you to know I been studying you in your natur' l
Theres nothing else on my mind
Just wanna
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
been broke
On my way to get my riches
I ain't sharin' none
It's all about the money, we don't do this shit for fun
Fuck you, pay me when you meet
up
But carnal think I'm robbing
Cuz for all they work they give it up
Anit flexing tough, wicked, stupid
But anit nothing sweet
Wisely I be cooler than
hard
Bitch I’m not one to heckle (na)
You’d think we sponsored by Nike
How quick my niggas check em (chill)
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream in
love you
The rest for me, I don't care
Cause you know, I swear
L am the French man, from Paris
Think about it will always love you
But you know, Hey
my face
I'm stickin with my ZB's no matter who we face
Steez, yeah
Can't tell me nothing man
We tryna get it, by any means Haitian blood
Do this for
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
think you are, I think you better think about it
(Think about it)
[ VERSE 3 ]
The lyrics are suffice, suffice are my lyrics
Idolized by the public,
Selective memory conveniently drops by
When you're up in the club and some girls caught your eye
What you don't think I hear rumors?
My friends don't
realer
It's all about the the skrilla
No one iller
I'm your dealer
In a villa
It's all about the skrilla
Smoking killa
Bumping Dilla
Nothing realer
It's
to the street
The Game tatted a butterfly and signed to 50 Cent
Lil Durk signed to French Montana when I was in the street
Young Chop went crazy when Kanye
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