Lyrics:
out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red
Slang cocaine
Don't get gassed up, haah
There's niggas gettin' murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh
the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
You got them fat legs, killin' them
the sun, low as possible
Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
Mac and cheese, it's the secret right here baby
French Montana, Big Mike, let me tell you
to me
Every single part of me believes
Baby you belong (in my life)
Oh, baby you belong (by my side)
There really is no mystery
I think anyone can see
gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles
weed, listenin' to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here (Montana)
(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City
Slang cocaine
Don't get gassed up, haah
There's niggas gettin' murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh
she walked up to my table sayin
“Can I get you something else?”
Hi
My brain is made of french fries
Why
Because the knowledge on the inside
Turns
give me your rings (Montana)
Coke's damn near 40 and niggas
Rapping damn near 40, god damn!
My man yeah, wassup french
These fake niggas like flies
French tip
Girl i like yo French tip
Simple sexy classy
Diggem in my back
Hand on my thigh grippin
Grab me by my face when you
When you kiss me nasty
Who run it? (South Bronx)
Who run it? (North Memphis, let me chirp these fools)
Who run it?
French got weed (hoe)
French got pills (hoe)
This money please me, these fake rappers don't appease me
If you ain't talkin' money, you need to talk to French
That's word to Karim, we live in
in jail, just tryna prove it
You see me out here tryna live my life bruh
You know some shit, don't doubt it
Ain't no fighting
I been up in the street,
you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
On me I've been known
To press a firm line
Ain't nobody give me shit
I had to earn mine
Rider
Going strong you belong with me it won't be long
They're wrong you belong with me it won't be long
Writing songs you belong with me it won't be long
right to me
Every single part of me believes
Baby you belong (in my life)
Oh, baby you belong (by my side)
There really is no mystery
I think anyone
Charlie (Aye, ha)
Talking French vanilla by the case, hey (ha)
Word to this bust down, I don't trust her face (ha)
Talking bonjour with the rendezvous,
We belong
You and I belong
We belong
You and I belong
We belong
You and I belong
We belong
You and I belong
They used to kick dirt in my face
Said I
with you I don't trust you nigga
Don't know this bitch I don't trust her either
She call me daddy like puffy nigga
Tony Montana I'm back and bigger
Tell
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
Tell them where you at too
We are in Hollywood too
Let them know it is real
Let them know you're with French Montana
Look, I say nigga i'm right
Here
Dope boy got a dope wrist have you seen my bitch
Give her dope dick coke boy nah not French
Throwing dimes like Montana when they try and blitz
Crack
up with the tools for the work boyy
Shit is a wrap, you niggas lucky they holding me back (Who)
Counter attack, Retro been shooting my lyrics attach
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