Lyrics:
eyes on my riches
Can't knock your hustle for real, it's aight bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames
With the French
your time why don't you wait for the call
(Just gotta get used to it)
We all get it in the end
(Just gotta get used to it)
We go down and we come
He sees her at the same time every night
At the Mexican discotheque
She gives him French kisses
He gives her French cigarettes
They sit
A good-bye Joe, you gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we
French Montana good
Don't gotta ask I'm popping out any hood
Everybody with me stacking big cheese very good
Ooh-Ooh
Ah, here we go now, Oh
[Male Rapper]
Like a great boy, all my other women are insoles
We're thinkin' 'bout the great expedition
big D-O-G,
And see how gangstas do,
Once we get witcha we cant take pictures,
We came too far witchu,
Go VIP with big D-O-G,
And see what gangstas
Whoa
You guys wan' go to the beach with few freaks, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Totally (ayy, swiffer surfin', damn)
We rock (surfin', oh) (yeah,
roll by
We gotta fall in love again this Christmas time
Oh, baby, we gotta fall (we gotta fall)
In love at Christmas time (whoa)
Let's go
I say we
on baby, we can go to war all Summer
I done been to jail, I done did numbers (uh, yeah)
I done been to Hell, I done been under (uh, what?)
Difference
a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women, we can share
The sun will never go down
And we won't be this way forever
We gotta take it now
Just stay awake, stay awake
You can follow us to paradise
Just stay
chizi lord we the young god.
(Yeah yeah)
EmpireDreamin on board
(Chorus)
Yeah yeah
They call me Tony Montana
One time for all of my boys wey de pull
made positives out of a negative era (for real)
Boys I'm running with, we used to play Sega together (for real)
You can catch me and French out in
it down baby girl, you know it's worth it
Heard you looking for the shit, go get some tissue
Let's pay some bills, pockets fatter than a Swisha
It's
fly a lot of flags half-mast
Raise a glass
I go back to New York and my apprenticeship
I ask for French aid, I pray that France has sent a ship
everybody's going
Everybody gotta gotta uptown
Now go-go-go, go-go-go uptown
a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women, we can share
of humor
Alright, it's ten to six
You've gotta go 'cause I've gotta go
Oh, now she's throwin' me out, now that she had her little say
We have some
Cubano, pretty bitch in Milano's
I keep the fuck in Prada, she keep me paras, I watch em
I Ricky Rosé her double M like a G
Ain't no over stepping me, we go
I'm goin' in
If I die tomorrow, go and look over my family
Friends' fans can't judge 'bout grands
'Bout 2 girls French last year
Stressed out,
gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground, the act is so together
Bona fide strong, you need
Just wait till things get better!
My wallet smells like, cracked leather
New day gotta make that cheddar
My bank just wrote me a letter
My pants hang
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that
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