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MONTREAL Video (MV)




Performed By: Cochise
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Terrell Cox, Herman Kiafuca, Benjamin Saint Fort




Cochise - MONTREAL Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah

Told that nigga to stop on callin' me
I can't do it, I love her, I ain't doin' no apology
Got more money in my pocket that a lot of
I got so much money, I can switch up the accountant

God been with me the whole time
Y'all nig-, y'all niggas be cappin', boy
All them lame ass, you know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'?
And these niggas hatin' on me and my nigga but it don't matter 'cause out here, yeah

Yeah, yeah
It get messy, call my bestie, diamonds Wesley
Niggas hatin' on my phone, they gettin' pissy
I be swingin' with that pole, they think I'm zesty
I just passed to all my niggas like I'm Messi
Lil' nigga, that's us, don't act too tough
For when you get bust, for when you get punched
Give me that lunch, say, "Give me that lunch"
I ain't talkin' Nike, tell her nigga come and check me
Got a couple thousand, see it hangin' from my neck piece
Ha, she gon' do it for that checky
When it come to me, she gon' try to give me becky
Give me that, yeah, uh, give me that, yeah-yeah
Give me that top, okay, got me lookin' like Puff
I ain't sippin' no rum, got me lookin' like Rowdy, okay
(?), Okay, niggas put me (?)
Niggas know that I'm hot
Had to tell her I'm an angel, huh, I ain't with the demons (no)
Paul Walker, all my niggas, they be speedin'
Crackhead, all these niggas do is feinin'
Nigga think he beatin' me, he must be dreamin', yeah
Push the SRT, the oil started leakin', yeah
I just made half a million over speakin', yeah
I just spent in half a milli', I be tweakin', yeah
Shawty keep on hittin' my phone, that shit be beepin'
Don't try me, you get shot
Took momma to Mercedes and we copped it off the lot
I told you I'm not fightin', if you see, you get popped
The errand that you checkin', now it's lookin' like some crack
I told you I don't stop

These past months I've been goin' through alot
But I know that God gon' save me from the devil plot
Why you in the kitchen if you know it's gettin' hot?
And if the paper gettin' low, I scrap the-
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English

Yeah, yeah

Told that nigga to stop on callin' me
I can't do it, I love her, I ain't doin' no apology
Got more money in my pocket that a lot of
I got so much money, I can switch up the accountant

God been with me the whole time
Y'all nig-, y'all niggas be cappin', boy
All them lame ass, you know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'?
And these niggas hatin' on me and my nigga but it don't matter 'cause out here, yeah

Yeah, yeah
It get messy, call my bestie, diamonds Wesley
Niggas hatin' on my phone, they gettin' pissy
I be swingin' with that pole, they think I'm zesty
I just passed to all my niggas like I'm Messi
Lil' nigga, that's us, don't act too tough
For when you get bust, for when you get punched
Give me that lunch, say, "Give me that lunch"
I ain't talkin' Nike, tell her nigga come and check me
Got a couple thousand, see it hangin' from my neck piece
Ha, she gon' do it for that checky
When it come to me, she gon' try to give me becky
Give me that, yeah, uh, give me that, yeah-yeah
Give me that top, okay, got me lookin' like Puff
I ain't sippin' no rum, got me lookin' like Rowdy, okay
(?), Okay, niggas put me (?)
Niggas know that I'm hot
Had to tell her I'm an angel, huh, I ain't with the demons (no)
Paul Walker, all my niggas, they be speedin'
Crackhead, all these niggas do is feinin'
Nigga think he beatin' me, he must be dreamin', yeah
Push the SRT, the oil started leakin', yeah
I just made half a million over speakin', yeah
I just spent in half a milli', I be tweakin', yeah
Shawty keep on hittin' my phone, that shit be beepin'
Don't try me, you get shot
Took momma to Mercedes and we copped it off the lot
I told you I'm not fightin', if you see, you get popped
The errand that you checkin', now it's lookin' like some crack
I told you I don't stop

These past months I've been goin' through alot
But I know that God gon' save me from the devil plot
Why you in the kitchen if you know it's gettin' hot?
And if the paper gettin' low, I scrap the-
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Writer: Terrell Cox, Herman Kiafuca, Benjamin Saint Fort
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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