Featured In
Top Songs By French Montana
Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Ellas McDaniel
Songwriter
Koko Taylor
Songwriter
Les Baxter
Songwriter
Robert Caldwell
Songwriter
Mejdi Rhars
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
French Montana
Producer
Harry Fraud
Producer
Mixx
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Mixing Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Adhd
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Prince 85
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God
Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby)
Haan, yeah
Graduated, but I'm aggravated
From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded
Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related)
Masturbatin' on a scale for a
Hundred million, askin' God how we made it
Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David
Freedom got confiscated
We mob-related
John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators
Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs
For these cold women
Militant like the Middle East
Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies
Triple threat, trinity
Triangle office, label execs get all the profit
They hit your brain, mop it clean
What type of fiends?
Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green
Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog
Can't teach new tricks to old dogs
I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me
Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me
Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me
The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan
New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill
Desperado with an AR like guitar
('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton)
If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah)
Mama raise a star, and you been a mark
Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey)
Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse
Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah)
Mansion's like a campus
Ranches like rainbow smoke
Forty-one shots like Diego
Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays
PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights)
Yes, I
Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop
Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin'
Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them
I made it even in the game of odd
Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God
Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me
Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me
Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan
La música de Harry Fraud
It's nothing to take me higher
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Rory William Quigley, Ellas Mcdaniel, Mejdi Rhars
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com