Lyrics French Montana

French Montana

No Sunshine

Man, I remember growing up

Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars

I see nobody there

Now I hope these fuck niggas get better

Start my tino nella

You niggas gonna need him

Counting all the cash, my niggas all in here

You ain’t gotta ask

We been balling all year

Uh cuz ain’t no sunshine when your cheese gone

When your cheese gone

Money be the root of evil

Hanging on the block with dirty eagle

Around fiends with dirty needles

The lawyers fee so they never keep you

Broken dreams what the niggas feed you

Watch the game from the tour, that’s 4 seats

Act like they never knew you, now they all speak

Rain wrist, watch and chain, that’s a 4 piece

Seen murder so bad they needed 4 sheets

Satisfaction when I made his head spin

A 57 spun, it made him do the back spin

My pipe smoke more than the crack heads

Biv him up to God he then high as permanent

Ain’t no sunshine when the money gone

Me and my wrist shinin, about 20 homes

Had 40 homies, about 20 gone

Niggas buying cars, taking out 20 loans

Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large

Figured I’d stay around longer and make a couple M’s

Drunk hissy niggas, hold me while I stumble of

You niggas hatin so hard I need 20 tips

Yea, bird niggas just food for my Desert Eagle

Eat til it’s all gone, there’s no running to the people

Nightmares, cold sweats, I’m trippin

My worst fear is being broke like you, it’s forbidden

It’s forbidden, I be in the cold stuntin

Pole spendin with the hustle, made a pole lift

The reason why you held measure

In the crib with no clothes cuz the nigga crib for poes listed

40 long nose, Scott Pippen

Start fishin, where the blue seats? Top missin

Count money, breakin down, we’re the same motion

Shark in the tank, a small fish in the ocean

Collect calls from the pimps, talking through receivers

Now a nigga done blew up like Hiroshima

Why body blowin, Cali rollin through Medina

Bout a hundred racks soakin in the joint cleaner

Try your hardest not to snitch but your bitch subpoenaed

3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season

Collect calls from the pimps talking through the glass

Cuz I ran up in yo crib talkin through a mass

Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe

Dirty New York niggas get that dough like

The fuck else is they to do?

Fuck a dumb bitch and getting dumb rich making fowl moves

Keep my pits clean so I never get kept

With parole, kiss me, it’s too much to miss

Out here in the fast lane

You must be shittin me

I wait til champagne

Now I hope these fuck niggas get better

Start my tino nella

You niggas gonna need him

Counting all the cash, my niggas all in here

You ain’t gotta ask

Niggas been balling all year

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

When she’s gone gone

Aye

You know you know who you real niggas is when you’re down to your last 5 dollars and you get that

4 dollar nickel bag and a dozen

It’s some nasty shit

On the flip side of the coin

You know what

What a real nigga is

When he did some real money

And that’s how you show me how you really flip

Ya know what I mean?

Back at the end of the day

Lot of these niggas wasn’t ballin before they started rappin

And a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballin

Coke boys baby

From the back blocks for real