Lyrics:
money, it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin'
Montana, 'cause I'm your nigga
Black Rollie Barack, Ciroc in my liver
Who the fuck is this?
Pull up in a 'Gatti with a three quarter mink
Shawty ridin'
point
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir bonsoir!
"There's nothing wrong with lcving
Who you
'em, "Don't waste my time"
If it ain't money I ain't involved (nah)
Tell 'em, "Don't waste my time"
Wasteman wafflin' down my phone (true)
Tell 'em,
French Montana we in this bitch
Ma nigga can't smell this stain
Rolling we high as shit
Nigga already know about Lil Snupe
I represent the booth
All
city ya know filfthy movin' weight
In case it get to state keep me in a G manner
All my homies roll like Tony Montana
Listen to the law, jappa jaw
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Yo, whattup ma'? I got a pocket full of stinkies
Let's go spend these right quick (what's that?)
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty
on the neck of me
This coupe I got from duPont Registry
The standard a hammer in my all rooms
I get a new Glock every week
My old bitch think I'm too rich
money it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
This one goes to my niggas gettin' money
Always on the grind
This one goes to my bitches gettin'
Uh
The stress weighing on me, no time to think anymore
Monkey up on my back like French Montana mc4
Ion know why I even keep doubting myself
But
Montana, bandanna, rap niggas can't stand him
All my niggas doing life, gotta slammеr
Come in, shots go out
Watch your mouth, watch your house
Watch your
myself?
Oh, baby, how do I do this by myself? (Montana)
Oh, baby (talk to 'em, French)
Project baby, livin' fast
Blues, I ain't breakin' half
Watch
Baby we some dope boys
Like French Montana we some coke boyz
Making money every time a fiend call
Now i understand why niggas wanna black ball we
Its
wanna fuck me 'cause I'm ill
Glee, I just wanna see what you gon' be (skrrt)
I ain't know, you heard all about me on my Ze
I'm so dangerous, how
Downtown Super Bowl 38
In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight
In case it get to state keep me in a G manner
All my homies roll like Tony Montana
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
unfolding new chapters
If you pop that I might French kiss it
Until you call me Montana
Written by: Themba Ngovela, Aphiwe Nogqala, Natasha Tanisha Ngwenya
Ayo, Trina! You ready?
Ayy, Nic'! Let's get 'em! Yeah
Light the blunt
This is for French Montana, Tory Lanez and friends
J. Harden, and you,
some new money
Tell me what's the ish
Montana!
New money, French Vanilla on my lip
Montana, he deliver
Hundred mill and I'ma dip
On my neck
Just rolled a pound of that owe wee
If it ain’t about to money don’t amuse me
I was grinding as a jit
I just had to give it all that I could give it
Looking In My Eyes
All This Money
All This Power
All This Love
Got Me Feeling Like Tony Montana No Lie
Grey Tracksuit White Kicks
Next Thing You Know
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