Lyrics:
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
want me, I want you
You walked in, we got to
Why you actin'? You a bad ting
If you walk by once, time's passin'
See you at the boujee stores, you not
say he is
Hannah Montana
Making me change the channel
Grim reaping wit the mantle
Still chillin in my castle
Catching snakes by they rattles
Yea yea
surgery
but we dont talk
we dont feel no pressure
she sit with me for hours
a brand new bitch a present
thottie,
dont know whats really working
we
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained To Go nigga, how I rob
Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana
And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind
(took your bitch)
And I just fucked your ho, probably (oh)
Tony Montana, Tecca, you can't stop me (oh)
Bitch, I'm designer, call me Tec Romani (oh)
I
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
her Santiago, I call her Stephanie
Puff told me "get that money French"
Stay close, watch my moves, make 100 quick
10 of Ciroc, black Rollie, Barrack
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
nothing special for ya
Gettin' high that's my specialty, yuh
Catch me sippin' on that special tea, yuh
I'm a pretty white bitch like I'm Hannah Montana
Beat
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
homies (French)
Niggas say they rooting for me (Rooting)
But them niggas ain't supporting (They fake)
With A Dollah & A Dream
I did this shit all by my
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life
Lucin, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know (what)
Oh shit man, what have you done to me, man
I
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life
Lucin, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know (what)
Oh shit man, what have you done to me, man
I
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
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,
Jaye Way
Bitch
Aye Cuz keep that shit rolling
Walk in the store
With a stick on me
You gotta stick on you
Walk out your trap
With your bricks on me
a Frisbee
And you telling your business, she tell me your business
You tell that bitch what you're feeling
All of the beans you be spilling
To you, she
french Montana and OJ ho
Flyest cars, biggest guns
Make it look like a moviе
Niggas palay that movie role
Niggas so high, whips so low living
Niggas
don't worry
I'm chilling with the poise
Yeah I know they got me
Yeah I know they got me
Bitch you got me fucked up
You ain't in the poise
Stacking
cap he full of baloney
I'm speaking in French, Montana no Tony
Turn up in the telly like I'm Mr Moseby
If you brought the stick than you have to show me
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
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