Montana

(album: MONTANA - 2019)

[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 drinking, faded
Me, and life and death is half-related (H-half-related)
Masturbating on a scale for a hundred million
Asking God how we made it
Watching John David Robinson, now my dawg robbing son
Half a David, freedom got confiscated
We mob-related, John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators, making 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 ass, 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 waiting for me, the hate, came from me
Millions I made from it, chains, waiting 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, smoking 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 dressing, the bitches don't be stressing
Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Method Man
I made it even and the game is odd
Everybody kicking game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God

Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me
Cell waiting for me
Mils' I made from it, chains, waiting for me
Change, I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, uh

[Outro:]
La música de Harry Fraud
It's nothing to take me higher