Wall To Wall

(album: Fly International Luxurious Art - 2015)

[Intro French Montana:]
My nigga Raekwon talking, uh-huh
Everything you want you don't need
And don't believe everything you read
And only have what you see

[Pre-Hook French Montana:]
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everything you read, yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook French Montana:]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're trying to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're going to walk
We're going to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're going to walk

[Verse 1 French Montana:]
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers
('Bout to go to war)
Prices on your head, I'm a spend it
Everything in that showroom, nigga, I was in it
On my son, I was in it, I was in it
Dirty money, ten chains, I be shining, I ain't meant it
I'm shining every minute
Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino
Me and shorty watching Nino in the hardtop
I done counted ten mills whenever I drop
Me and Chinx popping bottles out on [?]

[Pre-Hook French Montana:]
I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everything you read, yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook French Montana:]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're trying to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're going to walk
We're going to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're going to walk

[Verse 2 Raekwon:]
Frozen fish scale, you better go to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers sitting by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to [?] kids, kings will pillows
Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix
Come out the hole, this is weight [?]
So much bread, we build lead houses
Run in the shed, seen dead thousands
Faces, we call 'em big noses
Flashing in the farmer shit, grubbed up niggas is wasted

[Pre-Hook French Montana:]
I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everything you read, yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook French Montana:]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're trying to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're going to walk
We're going to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're going to walk

[Verse 3 Busta Rhymes:]
Yo, whip my feet up, getting manicures in a zap
And spectacular visuals
Niggas be camera phoning up my movement
Everything we do to sit and take precedents
While we go stacking procedurals
Niggas starving to know just how we do it
Absolutely be staying the money every night (Dracula)
Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum
Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra
Cause the money traced back
To them diamond mines out in Africa
We in the future with it though, closing my eyes for pictures
Phone'd have me speak with holograms
When I'm building with bitches
And then I bang 'em like body slamming, one-handing 'em ishes
Like I was selling warheads and I'm baggage handling missiles
Fuck it, decided to blow and Em just being silly
With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi
And for the five percent with the signs
And 'em ones that really get me
I got a lot to do with civilizing account and I'm busy

[Pre-Hook French Montana:]
I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everything you read, yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook French Montana:]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're trying to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're going to walk
We're going to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're going to walk

[Outro French Montana:]
Salute, salute, yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis [?] right here, baby
Yeah, get it, you know what this is, nigga