French Montana Ft Wale & Fabolous - R&B Chicks Lyrics

French Montana Ft Wale & Fabolous - R&B Chicks Lyrics:

[Intro]
What you talkin’ ‘bout, I’mma put in work

[Hook: French Montana]
Mary J, Miley Cyrus
Tell Ashanti, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
Catch me rollin’, Kelly Rowland
Tell Rihanna, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Mary J bought me everything
Kelly Rowland bought that press be rolling
I heard that Rihanna got that oooh
Tryna get Kelly wetter than her pool
Smokin' on that Etta James
Stackin' that Aretha Franklin
Smokin' Keisha, ease the pain
OG, Mary J
Ooh I like it, blow a quarter mill
Smoke about a field, talkin’ ‘bout that Lauryn Hill
TLC what I’m going about
All my bitches Rihanna, all my bitches Madonna
Tell JB going to JJ, fuck that, going KK
Riding around with that AK, every day be pay day

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
J. Lo’s, Beyno’s and K. ro’s
Mamis, lightskins, darkskins, when I say so
Sippin’ on this Brandy, Smokin’ on that Keisha
Fell in love with my AK, with a new swisher to ‘Licia
She in between my verses, I’m in between her legs
You seen her at award shows, I seen her on the reg
I need a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening
Adina Howard for real, I’m freaking then I’m leaving
That Aguilera bought that black Carrera
That Kelly Clarkson bought that Aston Martin
I’m tryna get a Christina Milli yo
And an R&B bitch that can really blow, yo

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Kick game Neymar, psh psh, Tamar
Keep it G, I'm no hypebeast but tell [?] to leave the J's on
Oh I got a fetish, talkin’ ‘bout me out in Philly
She just married a billionaire, tryna see what went chilly
Damn Misses Badu, there’s just something about you
Tell me next lifetime, I’m shooting myself for proof, oops
Tinashe, I’m tryna show you love
Heard you get 2 on, I just need one then I'm good
Mary J, got your number from Puff
I’m young enough to be your son, but what’s that 411?
You know I’m just playing, you know I love them ladies
You know I love you like a sister, unless you thinking maybe…

[Hook: French Montana]

Kataztrofee Feat. French Montana, The Game & Young Dro - Polo Polo Polo (Remix) Lyrics

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DJ Kay Slay Feat. French Montana, Rico Love, Chinx, Gooney, Sheek Louch & Styles P - Keep Calm (Remix) Lyrics

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2 Chainz Ft French Montana - A Rod Lyrics

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Busta Rhymes - Twerk It Remix Lyrics Ft. T.I., Jeremih, Ne-Yo, French Montana & Vybz Kartel

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Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt (Copy) Lyrics (Ft. French Montana, Pusha T & Chinx Drugz)

Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt (Copy) Lyrics (Ft. French Montana, Pusha T & Chinx Drugz):

[Hook: French Montana]

I just copped a whole brick from papi

About to hit the stove, get it popping

None of my niggas moving sloppy

Meet me on the ave, nigga copy

Copy, copy, copy, copy

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

[Verse 1: Vado]

Yo, yo that’s word to god

Vado feed the block with it, lot of people starve

Place the weight on a plate then you break it down in parts

Make a move then I’m out, I don’t wait around for knocks, nah

(Hah!) Whip soft, I’m pissed off, took a week to get a brick off

No bitch here I got ripped off, lose fifty grand every missed call

Its a cold world on my block, pump rock [?] work on my block

Mailbox where I hold work on the block

[?] work on the block

Man, hit papi, tell him I need ten copy

TNT will see the monopoly

Move swift through thin ice like hockey

‘Sup [?], this the number to wait for, dealin’ weight for

Hand me a plate, I don’t care who ate more

Nine in his face, [?]

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

King Push!

I hear the going price for a brick is 43

That’s Kendrick Perkins, I’m sellin’ hard if it’s up to me

Break it down in all eight-balls, find MJG

That’s oldschool, that’s West Coast, that’s [?]

All I know about is getting money (Woo!) till the sun come up

Dominicana with a calculator when they see my face I watch ‘em all run up

My heist run was a nice one, couldn’t take the trip [?] paranoid

I’m Smack Dilla the crack dealer, I’ve done sold drugs in every category

(Woo!) I swear you niggas bore me, with your f-ckin’ stories

You f-ckin’ war in peace time with your fake ass glory

And your fake ass jewelry, monkey ass jewelry

Couldn’t find a million with a road map and a bitch named Siri

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Chinx]

Four hoes on one strip, copy

Come press four zones into one brick, copy

I be copy cool, I might act a fool

Hop out the drop top yellin’ hallelujah

Boy I flow like a faucet

Had the [?] and you lost it, came in this bitch on some boss shit

[?] but I roll out that coffin

That bitch, we bone, on that bong we be coughin’

I seen Javier on 45th

But I [?] brick

Counted all the paper, he told me “Copy”

These fuckboys are carbon copy

[Hook: French Montana]

French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin Remix Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I)

French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin Remix Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I):

[Hook]
…ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Skee ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
DJ Skee ain’t worried ’bout nothin’

[Verse 1: Problem]
Ridin’ round with that work…
Was not for them people…
And them hoe niggas lookin’ thirsty
Please get them Aquafina
Money come faster than Cheetahs
All hoes miss this king like Cleveland
I ride through the hood, sucka niggas be hatin’
Say they sure gon’ get at me, I’ve been anxiously waiting
Sippin’ Pina Coladas, smokin’ flowers with Asian bitches
Can’t worry ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga wanna fight, we can jungle
Reebok pumps, lumps in a young punk, you feel?
No uncle…

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I’m in the strip club, Secret Sunday
Nigga got a 50-band necklace on
I’m by myself, I’m turning up
Haters out here better respect the throne
Let’s see your beard ’til the bury a nigga
Slipped two times, what up Macabre?
This street money, I ain’t worried, nigga
I don’t work, but see I love my job (nigga, word)
See me rollin’ down the block while I’m rolling up a knot
And I’m goin’ to the spot, bad shorty on my jock
Opened up her box on the coconut Ciroc
This Eastside, LB city, boy
Rock two chains like Tity Boi
Crooked I live like a model with ass
That mean a nigga sit pretty, boy

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]
Eastside, Las Vegas
Young player comin’ out of nowhere
Now I’m rappin’ with the big shines
Like “whoa there, little nigga, don’t go there”
So rare and prepared for the lifestyle
Spit it how I live it when the mic’s out
Got a house, wife and a night gown
Before rap, the one that would let me put the pipe down
Comin’ from the city of the Fight Night
Bringing entertainment to the limelight
All this city really needed was an artist
And guess who the artist? I guess I got the green light
Skee life, what it be like?
Dizzy Wright be like “what the tree like?”
Kushed out in the function…
Can’t kill my vibe, fuck nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 4: Game]
Got a million on my neck…
Little fuck nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout much
Y’all worried ’bout us?
Sixteen out the clip ’til his watermelon bust
Got a bitch ridin’ shotgun
With a .45 and a Louis Vuitton clutch
Where I been? In the cut
Now I’m back, it’s a wrap, whole world on my nuts
And your girl on my nuts
Consequences when these nigga be cuffin’
I’mma hit her up, then I’m pullin’ out
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Red Styrofoam cup, sippin’ on the gas
I can slow it down like French
Or I can go Twista on that ass
My niggas turn it up, never turn down
While I’m sippin’ the Dom
My niggas gettin’ it on
We’ve got your bitch in a thong
Flipping her thong, one sip and she’s gone
We’ll turn it on
Give her the long bone and then she go home
Make a nigga pull a grip out the cut
I’ll call a bitch I can fuck
Have her howling at the moonlight
AK47 in your bitch
Put the pussy on Instagram and show you what the goon like
These LA hoes don’t like me ’cause I fucked ‘em all
I wear Louis, I wear Gucci, nigga, fuck the mall
Niggas killed the club… so they killed…
I’m ’bout to kill me a nigga… and beat the charge

[Hook: French Montana]

[Bridge: French Montana]
Ridin’ round with that work
Strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina
Money don’t mean nothing,
Niggas don’t feel you when they see you
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me

[Hook: French Montana]

Styles P - Gripping Over Here Ft. French Montana & Pusha T Lyrics

Styles P - Gripping Over Here Ft. French Montana & Pusha T Lyrics:

[Intro]
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money
Gotta notice
Word

[Verse 1]
Probly backin’ up at motorway
All hoopty but we just put the motor in
It’s the whip, them niggas yelling y’all away
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don’t sip the liquor, I take a go
Fuckin’ with a nigga, that’s strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged but now his face is all wrong
I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, closets, taking bullets home
On the phone with the chit (word) crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it’s money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
Fuck the funny money niggas, I get strayed up

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 2]
Got a line of the dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy’s from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on ‘er like I’m walkin’ with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain’t for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger’s getting pulled
Thinkin’ that it’s thrilla when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the ’95 chug
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Death on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin’ on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wet nigga
The king’s stuntin’ on these peasant niggas

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 3]
It’s like bringin’ ‘round the Rosay
Hand on the bottle, sit back and get cozy
Still killin’ that white bitch OJ
Knockin’ home comin’ from Kanye, Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you’re fuckin’ with the dope
Catch me in LA fuckin’ with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
Wut?

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

Chinx Drugz - No Giving Up Ft. French Montana Lyrics

Chinx Drugz - No Giving Up Ft. French Montana Lyrics:

See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot

Trunk full of pigeons moving like it’s chicken deck
You know we keep the trap grooming like it’s check for less
You came suited for the game but you ain’t fit to play
My heart colder that a fridge in this December day
Jury overlow, overlow, Shawy love me low, love me low
Well that trip a … that’s’ a double O
Couple homies in the feds, couple on parole
I see, like when your soldier starts to fear
I’m a bubble hoe
Ride roller, white man bolger
Came bout the gutter, nigga, too hard for cobras
Couldn’t fit his shoes, those too hard to cope them
Coke boys got it on lock, we control
…nigga told me get down, it’s the only way you come up
Shawy box mean, beat that pussy like a drummer
These niggas soft, put my balls on they drumset
They had a spark now they drive…

I’m so gone, so gone, try to own this …
With nowhere to hide
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot

I’m talking so much money, you gotta move it on a paler
No one man should have roll that…
Getting money every hour on the hour
Hunned drum and she forecast less shower
I be spend game schools more nigga to holler
Dummy, you’s a crash test coward
Shawty had the bomb, so dumb, terrorist
And I’m gonna detonate her, oh no, I won’t date her
…hit your roof, oops, not that on your …
Coke boy took a …flight,
Bevel on my back, money on my set
This the curtain call, this is where you show in
Shout my brother Rose, I fuck with double M
Foot up on they neck until I soft a double M’s
That’s right, so youngin get your money till your bank good
No matter what city you repping, it’s the same hood

I’m so gone, so gone, try to own this …
With nowhere to hide
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot
See we make it look easy, but niggas can’t step in them shoe
Niggas keep praying they gonn loose
We on fire, every hour and the hour getting hot.

French Montana - Talk To Me ft Just Soprano And GP Lyrics

French Montana - Talk To Me ft Just Soprano And GP Lyrics:

Hold up, hold up, hold up
A hunned racks when I roll up
Money stacks never fold up
Drink that yet, never sober
And we got the city on lock, lock
GTS no top, fuck that lease we on
That’s right bitch fuck that loan
My partner on a pill and about to pop some more
And before I sing this deal I worth 20 hunned racks a show
I be stunting on niggas like wassup
Damn that boy got fire
I get that money more problems
Fuck that ain’t got no problems
Homie you’s a poser, fuck that talk, I showed you
Pull up on them niggas like I told ya
Damn you see that chain, damn that nigga tryna blind me
Coke boy, you know where to find me, Montana

[Hook] x 2
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché

Boy I’m bout that chain, stupid wrist, icy chain
And the croc, more damn, boy I move that cane
Get it for the love, no game
See these hating niggas praying
Get a grip, move a brick
Got me saying like a Nixon
Homie off a … grand crew, got me wasted in the club
Sitting… 40 karats in my bracelet
Weapon to the left, weapon to the right, boy I’m a chef
God damn right,
Getting those paper, got me in my zone
We’re almost there, spotlights
Boy I got the wave, I be balling everyday
I be married to the streets, 21 hours pay
I be on my other shit, I don’t see nobody
Switching up vibes, got me …
GP Montana, coke wave,
Couldn’t make it without you,
Shout out to Hose
Whipping up a dream, fuck it, we so say
Murk it, Gp bubble like rose

[Hook] x 2
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché

You see them Lambo, that’s when Just Soprano on the scene
To flip a dollar, whip a dream
And pull up right the money team
We in the club, bottles of burb
Be act and blowing stacks
The money train is right on track
We act so hard it’s coming back
The world is mine, I feed for power
Get it grinding, rolling sour
Play state and … for hours, on your ‘partment,
To push the powder
Everything is good, we’re taking over as we should
Let’s spend some plan away, cocaine city, manhood
I wish a monkey would, chop him down where we stood
Hit the ocean with the brick
So dig a ditch in the woods
Back to compensation, getting stacks for conversation
Getting paid to take vacations
If I was you I’d sure be hating
Ladies say I’m super wavy
Yankee jaggers riding navy
If you all suggest you pay me
Big as jig is fucking crazy
The way I whip or lick, …I take the risk
My cold boys on the streets
Will serve me the peace like ludacris

[Hook] x 2
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

Ashanti - No One Greater ft French Montana & Meek Mill Lyrics

Ashanti - No One Greater ft French Montana & Meek Mill Lyrics:

You love me 
You wouldn't cheat 
You would never leave me 

French Montana: 
Shorty do the most 
Remember we was close? 
Flew them private planes 
Came back on them boats 
One that gave you money 
Said you wanted love 
When I gave you love 
Said you wanted money 
All that fighting and that calling back, played out 
Got me riding in that spaceship, spaced out 
We was the dream team nothing could stop 
Now you got me sitting on my hands shaking, Waka Flocka 
Sometimes you gotta laugh to cry out 
Knowing if I leave you, shorty always down to ride out 
Me and Meek, Ashanti pouring up 
You gonna leave me and go back to what? Montana 

Ashanti: 
I'm kind of mad that I love you 
Because even when I try to move on 
I still be thinking of you 
I'm trying to get away from you 
Because all this stress in my life is all because of you 
You don't see what you got with me and I know it 
My mind says stop but heart keep going 
I'm so sick getting caught up (Caught up) 
It's got you doing what your doing 
I ain't even being thought of 

You got me 
You told me you love me 
You said that you wouldn't cheat 
You said that could never leave me 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

You acting like your scared to commit to this (Yeah) 
I thought I told you I ain't every other chick (Yeah) 
You need to understand who your dealing with (Yeah) 
Cause I ain't gonna stay putting up with this 
You keep saying that you gon' change 
But it seems like you just set in your ways 
Telling me your selfish but you, you can't help it 
If you loved me like you said then you wouldn't need no one elses, cause 

You got me 
You told me you love me 
You said that you wouldn't cheat 
You said that could never leave me 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Meek Millz: 
I'm just a young nigga ballin, living my life 
But every time I make it home, it's like we get in a fight 
I bet you couldn't name another girl that's living this nice 
Thirty cash on Birkin bags, baby look at the price 
And that was just the make up and then we wake up then we break up 
Then I never say much tears dripping all on your make up 
Then we up in Jacob -- jeweler fucking that cake up 
Tripin Jamaica, trying to save us just for the sake of our relationship 
Taking trips and making trips 
Got your friends checking my twitter telling you hating shit 
Make a wish, I was up in the studio making hits 
You thinking I'm with a groupie or ghouling out with them 
I've said a lot of things, did a lot of dirt 
You gotta give me credit though I try and make it work 
Before you ever met me, I was a player first 
But now you got my heart and all I say is church, amen 

Ashanti: 
No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

You got me 
You told me you love me 
You said that you wouldn't cheat 
You said that could never leave me 

No one, no 
No one, no 
No one, no 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Machine Gun Kelly - Wild Boy (Remix) ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Mystikal, French Montana Lyrics

Machine Gun Kelly - Wild Boy (Remix) ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Mystikal, French Montana Lyrics:

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me 2 chainz
Eat your girl, wear my necklace, call it boo chain
I'm a wild boy, bend that whip for wild boy
All I kill is beat some pussy, still ain't win on ... boy
Southside, my chain glowing, if the ... going then I am going
My aim good my pistol dirt, chopping Cleveland like...
Call me brown but the sicker version
Big meat but the ... version... but the thicker version...

I'm a wild boy, strapped down like a cowboy
I'm really in the game just to ... boy
I pull up in that thang ...
With some many cats on ... die for
Your bitch call me Steve O, cause I ball like I'm ...
... on subzero, and I won't save it no hero
My ... she calls me a ... got your whip on my wrist
You keep my name in your mouth but it keep your bitch on my dick, nigga

Bitch I got my beanie and my hoodie
... I'm tougher than... you niggas softer than jello pudding
I ... keep counting digits, ... bitch cause I'm back up in here
Every ... I put it down on the ... 2 chainz, Meek Mill, ...
Pussy as nigga better ... this place...

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O

Riding with them young boys, rolling up that og
Rather have a hot head than to have some cold feet
Home boy it's a new day, all my jewels bluray
On your wife like like cool jay
Beat it up like the new dre
Money heavy too grown, fresher than a new bomb
They trying to sign the whole group, start it from the group home
Moving like a boss move, mgk my dog ...
You know I'm a wild boy, cocaine cowboy

Had a show in Cleveland, long shutted down
...security, ...control the growd
Bitches on that ...my niggas on the loud
... my pistol talking pow
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I'm a dope boy...
Inside ... got the machine gun kelly and it's creaming...
Everybody shut up, couple of them ready to do whatever
Whenever I tell a bitch to come up ....

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need an O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy 
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I'ma wild boy.  

French Montana - Dreamchaser Lyrics

French Montana - Dreamchaser Lyrics:

At the weekend, she loving the crew
Fucking max speed sipping the crew
What you want me to do
Couple shots to the head got a nigga …
Spend 100 on a ice got street, come on
Hey, come here baby, …
Coke boy shit for real

At the weekend, she loving the crew
Fucking max speed sipping the crew
What you want me to do
Couple shots to the head got a nigga …
Spend 100 on a ice got the streets burning
Coke boys on top was a sure thing
… filling up like the … king
Og told me young nigga get your ones
Made them possible…
Know we gwapped up told them let the roof drop
Ice rocked up see it from the roof top
Come walk in them shoes…
What you got for your dear homie, …
Got a nigga sick, get your flu shot
New Sirrock … homie blew that
Jewel marble in my new spot
One k for that…block
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life

Niggas got me twisted, I’m the wrong one to go against
I’m knocking niggas down and leave no fingerprints
I keep that og glove…
Storage room full of that king thanks to the club
Coke boys running New York…
These niggas looking bitter, thinking they need a hug
Red …never been in the slammer
I never been a sucker, put that on my grammar
It’s going down down baby no country grammar
Coke boys got a lot to New York than to Louisiana
Montana…
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life

I got what you want, I got what you need
While receive… you know I’m going deep
500 on a g, 200 on a shirt
Leave out with the ship, pennies on my feet
Rockstar life, denies before I sleep
…playing life… right where you sleep
First step for man kind, I’m going for the leap
You can get the coop, I’m going to get the jeep
You can get the weed, I’m going to get the leaf
You can get the bullet, I’m going to get the gun
I’m going like the moon but shining just like the sun
Going to the second, they saying that ain’t the one
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life

Why keep the … this side yea
Try to see them boys you gonna have to fly there
More one bad bitch all in my ear
Try fuck up the image I put out there
I put a hook on a song I made an outlet
5000… crack a shadow let me stare at the mountains
…used to hustle and the cold … in the building
Smelling money in the air, at them shows…
Make a move on the niggas got the game on…
Nigga moves on niggas, got the game on lock
For life, for life, for life.