Lyrics French Montana

French Montana

Coke Boy Money

I’m talking Coke Boy money, it’s money you’ve never seen

Nigga the drug money, we get it by any means

I turned one brick to a three, we flip with the 16

Taking headshots, 187 the same

Oh shit, jughead just bought a 5, g-head

A king tut piece, bout the size of Little Maurice

Fore I step out the crib put the 40 on me

When you greet a nigga do it how you would an OG

Shots rained, bum dropped his 40 ounce OE

It’s kinda hard tryna survive in New York streets

Drop back, young boys lift you off your feet

We be ripping tours, drug dealers done hit the floors

White wraith, white house nigga, world is yours

I got a thang with china silk, diamond rings

3 quarter mink, [?] on the link

Four five six bitch walking with the bank

Montana, rent paid [?]

Peep the driveway, you gone need a gas stop

They tried to finish me, came up in this industry

Catch me in that drop head, shawty getting dentistry

Hoes pimps and [?], nigga play the burner

Talk fly, nigga clip your wings

Put your bitch in the crossfades, chicken wings

We flip birds like we’re flying trapeze

Niggas on parole, frying that leaf

Niggas flying that east

Where you gone have to die for that piece

Bout 1.5 on them cars at least

Hopped out, got the new car smell

Coach him how to touchdown with the work

Nigga Bill Parcells

Snatch your chain, niggas buy it back

Watch for the wire tap

All the loose ends, we be tying that

Buying that, 36 Os, 36 strategies of war

Stash houses, hackey sack then [?] wall

We ain’t see the law, Stevie Wonder how

One nation under god, never let the drama slide

Screaming Buh!

I’m talking Coke Boy money, it’s money you’ve never seen

Nigga the drug money, we get it by any means

I turned one brick to a three, we flip with the 16

Taking headshots, 187 the same