Lyrics French Montana

French Montana

Jackson 5

You ready?

Yea I'm ready Max

I'm starting

It's your boy... nigga, what's good?

My nigga steak sauce french, Mac N Cheese

The appetizers

Smack them niggas in the head with that dessert

Motherfucking R.J. man

I love what you doing nigga, keep up the good work

I got to go back to Charlie Rambo on these niggas in here them

These dudes, niggas losing their mind in this joint man

Tryna get back

Still thinking he got days, he got unfinished business

We got days to do my nigga

You know, I'm only fucking with you calling for this good energy nigga

Keep up that good work, I love what you doing out there

Stay on your grind

Rate these niggas who with their work

I tell you before we started drain these niggas

Sq-squeeze that blood out their neck

I love you boy nigga

Now we Coke Boys forever nigga

Love you boi, haaan

Peace

My nigga

I treated you bad and wrong my dear

Mac n' cheese!

And girl since, since you went away

Uh!

Don't you know I sit around with my head hanging down

Yea, Montana!

I'm getting high, riding low

Night and day

I'm getting high, riding low

Night and day

One time, one time, one time

One time, one time

Young Jeezy, nothing realer

I got Vs I could sell a dealer

I can't sleep my nerve is shot

Blowing smoke, seen the beam

Then I heard the shot

I can flip peas whip the pot

Or I can get on my knees and mix alot

I'm talking mac n' cheese nigga

Skrrt and pot, skrr, skrr, skrrr

The birds flock

The Falcons nigga, Atlanta nigga

Half my homies went gone I bought a Phantom nigga

Ghost, dunking in the post, money bitches, one motion

L.A. ad, dab notion, haaan

Made mills, move to California

My niggas killed it, then build a house on it

I seen em come, seen em fold nigga

Look out my neck, catch a bowling nigga

When I had you, I treated you bad and wrong my dear

And girl since, since you went away

Don't you know I sit around with my head hanging down