Montana (Explicit)

Montana (Explicit) - French Montana

Lyrics by：Karim Kharbouch/Mejdi Rhars/Rory Quigley/Ellas McDaniel/Koko Taylor/Les Baxter/Robert Caldwell

Composed by：Karim Kharbouch/Mejdi Rhars/Rory Quigley/Ellas McDaniel/Koko Taylor/Les Baxter/Robert Caldwell

Koko Taylor：

Oh yeah oh yeah

Everything everything everything gon' be alright

Oh yeah

Coke boy baby

French Montana：

Ha yeah

Graduated but I'm aggravated

From the half that made it we was drinkin' faded

Me and life and death is half-related

H-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 glove hot slug for these cold women

Militant like the Middle East go from ménages

69's to 6ix9ine conspiracies

Triple threat trinity

Triangle officers label execs get all the profit

They hit your brain mop it clean

What type of fiends

Put the needle in your a*s keep they table green

Multi-millionaire strapped like Oda

Can't teach new tricks to old dog

Bom-bom-bom

I told mama pray for me baby wait here for me

Got a cage waitin' for me the hate came from me

Millions I made from it chains waitin' for me

Change I made from it Montana ain't a dummy uh

New year half a mil' face on the bill

Bill

Here Cabo chill

Desperado with an AR like the top

Top

Montana John stop

Stop

If there's a movie out play the Al Pacino part

Mama raise a star and you been a mark

Not even Cuban smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba

Lost Chinx lost Max lost Penthouse

Drink and smoke and feel empty in this penthouse

Ah

Mansions like a camp ranches like rainbow smoke 41 shots like Diego

Shout-out 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 us

Stylist out be dressin' the b***hes don't be stressin'

Money with the best of them C.R.E.A.M. like Method Man

I made it even and the game is odd

Everybody kickin' game tell the b***h 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 chains waitin' for me

Change I made from it Montana ain't a dummy uh

La música de Harry Fraud

It's nothing to take me higher