Lyrics French Montana

French Montana

Shot Caller

Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor

Met her backstage at a summer jam concert

Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller, shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Dip-dip dippin’ in the Phantom, thought they seen a ghost

Try live life baby gon make a toast

All white drop head just me and Flocka

My new deal sweeter then Peach Ciroc

I took over the streets didn’t miss a block

Did it for NY baby shout to BIG and Pac

Can I hit it in the condo, can I hit it in the morning like Alonso

Shawty got potential, knew I had to stamp her

Ass like Nicki hair like Amber (coke boy baby)

Coke boy till they bury me

R.I.P the homie Heavy D

Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor

Met her backstage at a summer jam concert

Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller, shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Dippin’ in the ‘gatti, billboards in Tokyo

Worth about a billion and still run the city

What you really thought I wasn’t comin through

I invented ballin, the shot callin’

Ciroc boy, top 10 hitter

Like she came with the car, left the lot wit’ her

Can I hit it on the jet, Diddy, Rex Ryan, autograph signin’

Shawty kinda flashy I could be her sponsor

Hair like Cassie shoe game is awesome

We on that Ciroc, Redberry with the red bottom

NY we the headline, bitch Imma baller!

Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor

Met her backstage at a summer jam concert

Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller, shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Put the coupe on a pair of Chuck Tailors (ughh)

Bought the block, no love for the neighbors

Top down praying to my lord an’ savior

We on the floor, Pacquaio the world's greatest

Boxin’ niggas all I ever did was mob and weave

Now the crib 8 mill that’s on everything

Give me props and keep it real ya man hatin’

Not the crib she couldn't get past the landscapin’

Cranberry Letterman I had ‘em hand made

Double M Genius, even the band playing,

Scarface 500inch flatscreen

Stack cream now the Maybach's matte green

Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor

Met her backstage at a summer jam concert

Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

Wanna be with a baller, shot caller

Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller