Mac & Cheese 5 Album Lyrics by French Montana

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Dirty Bronx Intro

Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana

And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)
And I'll use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)
And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, Morocco)
But I missed you more than I thought I would (it's the intro, haan)
And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac & Cheese 5, ah)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, baow-baow-baow)
Get ready to rumble (haan)

Woo
Baow-baow-baow
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana

Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh out the hole, Christopher Walken, back of the Lincoln
What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?
Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?
Haan, man, I had to do it
My mom's welfare, my pops blew it
Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it
I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent
Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)
Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide
Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right?
Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me
I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (what else)
You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records
Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features
Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature
Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate
I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)
Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African
You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it
What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)
"Mopstick," but I really started with "Straight Cash"
And that was '08, every summer, different hit
Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
What you got? Never, me and Fraud had "New York Minute"
Mister Cocaine City, street hits, I have plenty (why you lyin'?)
But yeah, you right, New York never played my record
I went down South, made "Choppa Down," made 'em respect it (I remember)
And Chinx is way better than you
Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to me
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?
I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right

"French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist"
"We in the two percentile when it come to writers
Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that
But many artists, French Montana, he one of those motherf*ckers"
"No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York
But clearly you're in the country doing something"
"Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius
He always kinda smart
He always knew, know what I'm saying
He just- was kind of ahead of his time"
"It was him and his people against like whoever
This young untouchable mob boss from New York"

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Talk To Me

French Montana
Became the scene of a mass shooting
That's right, right now the feds are involved, the ATF, the U.S. Marshals
As authorities are tryin' to figure out who opened fire

I'm a savage, I got wild habits
Corporate thuggin', stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (bah-bah-bah)
.40 blows sounds like cars crashin'
Word to Kim, they left his brain, it's on the car dash (woo)
Xannies to sleep, Perc', Addys to turn up
He gotta go, he witnessed the murder
My hands ain't free, I can't hold no grudges
If he a gangster and he told, it ain't no discussion
Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost
My bitch be gettin' high, gotta check her pulse
She said, "Bust me down, Frenchie, bust me down"
I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown
I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer
Million dollars for a show, started from a cypher

Come and talk to me
'Cause I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you
I really wanna show you

Biggs you took it too far, I go too hard
Corporate thuggin', I got killers on the Zoom call
Hustle too smart, and they don't do charts
Forty bricks distribution like it's TuneCore
We grindin' if you with it, everybody knew it was impossible
Until the fool came along and did it
Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold
If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole
Comin' soon from the Mollys to the Percs
Now they takin' shrooms, helium balloons, still runnin' on fumes
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer
Coke Boys, Montana, it ain't nothin' realer

Come and talk to me
'Cause I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you
I really wanna show you

New details this noon after a mass shooting outside a restaurant in Miami Gardens
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong
I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve
I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome

(Coke Boy, baby)

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Stand United

(Board members)
We can't sit around in a world turned upside down (prepare, my people)
But stand united (let's break open chains)
But stand united (hear me?)
But stand united
But stand-, stand

Stand up united, who invited us, united us
Let's light it up, polite it up, unite it up
Stand up united, who invited us, united us
And divided us and hyped us up, the Midas touch
I want the smoke, yeah, for all that type of bluff
The real talk, f*ck your song, all that hype is up
Real talk, they ain't excitin' us (stand united)
Stand united, folders a block (stand up)
Holdin' the block (stand up), came from the block (stand up)
Broke up the rock, then bought the block (stand up)
Doin' the Wap (stand up), doin' the Diddy (stand up)
Watch how they rock (stand up), still run the city (prepare)
Stand united, waitin' and tell me how it feel like
Lose a billi' in real life, been thinkin' 'bout it all day (Ye)
We'll wait until night, ballin' Like Phil Mike
I don't need the money, need the morals like K-Dot
My circle so small, it became a dot
Coke Boy revelations
If you're only workin' sunny days, you never reach your destination
I done been in the game twenty years and that's on Donda
I done been in the game for fifteen years, please remind 'em
Got my flowers in the Rolls, it felt better in the Honda
Another ten, duckin' twelve, pumpin' twelve, dodgin' beefs it was
Nothin' to respond to, they done cancelled concerts
They done cancelled concerts
Fightin' for the truth, had them cancellin' the sponsors
Talkin' all that money, what you think happened to Johnson?
They dealin' with the monsters (you dealin' with the monster)

Kill 'em where you are
And tell 'em that you lie
They said, "Hold tight"
My dreams comin' true and they're lost
Oh Lord, pay my debt and tell me what it's cost (kill 'em where you are)
Stand up, stand united

When good is bad, happy is sad
Great is wicked and smart is stupid, and
Black is ugly and love is murky, and
All we are is what we have
Treat we like children up against a God
Telling us when we find along racial lines, and
Police crimes and brutal times, and
Let's talk the truth, oh, yeah
To all of the youths, yeah-yeah
Let's talk the truth, yeah-yeah

Kill 'em where you are
And tell 'em that you lie
They said, "Hold tight"
My dreams comin' true and they're lost
Oh Lord, pay my debt and tell me what it's cost
Kill 'em where you are
And tell 'em that you lie
They said, "Hold tight"
My dreams comin' true and they're lost
Oh Lord, pay my debt and tell me what it's cost

So ask yourself, ask yourself

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Splash Brothers

(M-M-M-M)
Haan

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top, yeah
Anastasia
Splash and Frenchie
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Young Montana and Lil' Weezyana
Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammers
I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I'm on that coke wave
Stay in your own lane, nigga, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got OGs listenin' to me like the OJs
Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Talkin' all Coca-Cola no Pepsi
All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah, hot boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah
Young Mula

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top, yeah
Anastasia
Splash and Frenchie
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Montana)

On double MG, I'll f*ck a rapper's wife (huh)
Blow a Birkin on her and I won't even touch her twice (haan)
Your favorite rapper in the precinct writin' essays
When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (put 'em on your grave)
Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boys, baby)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt)
Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (woo)
Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes
Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam' (pah)
I follow OGs, not the IG
Me and Splash Brothers like the Isleys
I couldn't rhyme fast, made the pie stretch (haan)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi on her (bah-bah-bah)
You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby)
Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know ya clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on? My bitch got a bigger truck (skrrt)
Paul Pierce on live, I don't give a f*ck (Montana)

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top, yeah
Anastasia
Splash and Frenchie
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Montana)

Huh, biggest (M-M-M-M)
Never ask, I only came to do the devil's task
Fell in fast so I gotta give the pedal gas
Never crash, I'm spendin' money like I never had
Several bags I give to bitches that'll never last (uh)
Say my name, niggas lookin' for you with treasure maps (woo)
Can't pedal back and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (hahaha)
Wavin' flags, but you the one we all still aimin' at (huh)
Forty bottles and left you pussies with the table tab (brrt)
Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes
And I done smoked a lot of niggas and a lot of mine (woo)
Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines
Or I could turn you niggas up and that's the bottom line (Maybach Music)

Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top

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Okay

Okay
Montana, okay
Coke Boy, okay
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
haan

She wanna ride with the star (star)
Ended up droppin' my top, okay
My ex told me she needed space (space)
I guess we both goin' to Mars, okay
I cannot forget the base
I'm takin' my mop on my dates, okay
Just look at the look on their faces
They wanna jump in my place, okay
Told shorty she was the one (the one, haan)
But I'm takin' her friends after ten, okay
I told 'em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan (skrr)
No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay (spend, okay)
Ain't countin' up no more dubs again (no)
Only f*ckin' with the Benjamins, okay (haan, haan, haan)

Straight off a plane to the spot, freshen up, put on studs
Tell the vibes to meet up, get it goin', let's go
I throw a fit in Rick Owens, okay
Mama the shit and she know how she be
Ain't just talkin', I got it, I show it (don't play)
Send a boardin' pass when she get bored (come play)
Country hoppin' in Europe, we tourin' (UK)
Keep it low if they know that it's roarin' (don't say)
Went ceramic, the Audemars blue one six-fifty
They ain't brung 'em out yet, these the new ones (cherished)
Havin' motion, don't ask what I'm doin' (I'm turnt)
Tryna see her, she pretty, she goin' (hope not)
Haters hate, that's their job, they gon' do it (go off)
Hey, I went white Air Force Ones with the Louis (they Virgil)
Tell the business, you fumbled, you blew it (you dirty)
Bro ain't do it, the lawyers gon' prove it (not guilty)
She delusional, makin' up shit in her head and believin' it
She just be needin' the space

She wanna ride with the star (star)
Ended up droppin' my top, okay
My ex told me she needed space (space)
I guess we both goin' to Mars, okay
I cannot forget the base
I'm takin' my mop on my dates, okay
Just look at the look on their faces
They wanna jump in my place, okay
Told shorty she was the one (the one, haan)
But I'm takin' her friends after ten, okay
I told 'em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan (skrr)
No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay (spend, okay)
Ain't countin' up no more dubs again (no)
Only f*ckin' with the Benjamins, okay (haan, haan, haan)

Made hundred mill and took over street with no sponsor, man (sponsor, man)
Comin' through customs and flyin' through Cali
They checkin the jet for the contraband (contraband)
Brought out the coupe (skrr)
Shorty got grouped out, told lil' bitch to stay off the 'Gram (off the 'Gram)
Don't be the first to get hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I am a goon, she a goblin (haan)
Coke Boy like Loon up in Harlem (haan)
Ramadan but we ain't starvin' (haan, ooh)
Came out the mud on my own (own, haan)
That's word to Rick, I don't owe 'em (haan)
Shoot your shooter out his zone (bah-bah, haan)
So rich they think I got cloned

She wanna ride with the star (star)
Ended up droppin' my top, okay
My ex ho' say she needed space (space)
I guess we both goin' to Mars, okay
I cannot forget the base
I'm takin' my mop on my dates, okay
Just look at the look on their faces
They wanna jump in my place, okay
Told shorty she was the one (the one, haan)
But I'm takin' her friends after ten, okay
I told 'em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan (skrr)
No tellin' what I'ma spend, okay (spend, okay)
Ain't countin' up no more dubs again (no)
Only f*ckin' with the Benjamins, okay (haan, haan, haan)

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Casino Life 3

Future and past (let me tell you something about this life, see)
Yeah
Until the heavenly gates (you see when life works like this)
Were sighted at last (you wake up, you take your chance, you take a gamble)
Casino Life, part three (you grab your balls, you roll the dice)
(Once in a while you get lucky, you get a hard broad to blow on)
Uh
(That's about it
Other than that, life's a game of chance)
Montana (if anybody tells you different, they're f*cking lying)
Yeah, uh (Coke Boy, baby)

More money, more problems, why I bought the choppa
And f*ck that bitch, she went and switched, I got hella options
Tweakin' like I ain't shocked the globe
Man, I did tracks with Kanye, Nas, I did tracks with Hov
Hit ya taco with the Scat, put Morocco on the map
More streams, got the streak , on the wall, a hundred plaques
'010 New York fell off, we brought the wave back
I'm Benny Blanco when he met Carlito by the train tracks
Snipin' bitches out your favorite movies
Totin' choppas last week, open locker, man, they tried to shoot me
Need a hundred mill' sold, dawg, let me teach you
Yeah, 'cause my biggest plaques, dawg, I was the feature
Check the Cullinan roof, I'm a Starrider
Judgin' who at the top, you ain't even start climbin'
Recession proof, Michael Vick, I let the dawgs loose
Million cash on the table, why you think her bra loose?
Trap stars, pull up in black cars
Life as a rap star is nothin' without God
Do it for no reason, pull up in black V's
Montana, young legend, will.i.am, Black Eyed Peas
You know my steez, down south to New Orleans
Headshots, hot slugs left my heart on freeze
Flippin' packs, daydreamin' right in front of the Ps
Makin' Salaat in the sky, PJ facin' the east

If there's a cure for this
I don't want it, I don't want it
If there's a cure for this
I don't need it, I don't need it
If there's a cure for this
I don't want it, I don't want it
If there's a cure for this
I don't need it, I don't need it

Speed increasing
All control is in the hands of those who know
Will they help us grow
To one day be Starriders
Take me to the stars (Coke Boy, baby)
Starrider, show me where you are
To one day be Starriders

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Where They At

Take another f*ckin' photo, man
Don't take another f*ckin' photo, man (alright my brother, I just got here)
(I just got here, homie)
Don't take no photos, stop it (okay)

Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at? (Grrt)
Ooh, where they at? (Doot-do-do-do-doot)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Niggas actin' like they fly than Superflygod, but (Where they at? Yeah)
Where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Haan)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?

Ayo
Hermes bandana on my head, I think I'm Tupac
The watch four-hundred retail with bethel, got no rooftop (skrrt)
Nine bed, thirteen baths in The Boondocks
Off-White lots, twenty-ones, Laurent tube socks
Got your bitch on the Peter Pan with two blocks
The bomb look like a Fupa, baby, let's make dua
If the dogs come, don't call my phone, I never knew ya
If you make it, a Pucci wet suit you while we scuba
Multi-millionaire and a two-time loser (ah)
Got a button on the back with the air-booler (grrt)
Got bricks off consignment, if I f*ck with you
Gucci racer suit on and I ain't even drive it
(Superflygod, uh-uh)

Where they at?
Where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Haan)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at? Yeah

Remember when they asked dumb shit like, "Can he rap?"
I don't even know where most my Grammy's at
Remember when they asked dumb shit like, "Can he rap?"
Now I can't even find my diamond plaques
Emerge through the smoke and the haze like Isaac
More LV than Pharrell in my closet (no, for real)
South Bronx, I gotta rep, send your bitch outta breath
Word to Anna, smoke the loosey on the Met Gala steps
Reverse the odds, silk Versace on Big in "Hypnotize"
California love, but New York my blood can't pick a side
Both got mansions, just a different size
Cocaine city, the billboards, the rap drug lords
The flow fentanyl, the boys slept on
The opps stepped on, haan

Where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Grrt)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at? Yeah
Where they at?
Where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Haan)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?

What's the deal? (Uh-huh)
For the feel?
For the thrill
What's the deal?
(Coke Boy, baby)
You know what it is, when you hear that, "Haan"
My vibration
High vibration (haan)
Got vibes waitin'
Where they at?
Montana, Westside
Buffalo, Chicago South Bronx, ha

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Skit

Man, what've you been doin', cuz?
Man, I haven't seen you in about a decade, moe
On the Lamb' with your sister
Last time I saw you, workin' on that Mac & Cheese 3
Yeah, you know, my sister leaked it
No, she leaked Vol. 4, you f*ckin' dummy
Well, she leaks everywhere, anywhere she goes
She leaks like a faucet
Yeah, someone's got to fix that up with a wrench
Last time I seen your sister was the zoo
Yeah?
Yeah, and she was over there bouncin' a ball off her nose
Like a sea lion
Yeah, you know what you call your sister?
What?
Lays Donner
Yeah, your sister scratches her back on a tree like a bear
Your sister used to dance
For what?
Cartlidge
Takin' these Cartlidge guys
Yeah
Your sister used to dance on Fountain Avenue at Kickstar Holly's
She made a ton of money doin' it though, no?
Your sister she loves that game Hungry Hungry Hippo
She likes to swallow balls
Yeah, your sister's mouth is wide open anywhere she goes (anyways)
Your sister- your sister's like Houdini
The way she makes lava lamps disappear
Your sister could swallow entire sausages like a python
Your sister's a whore
Shit isn't even true
Listen, forget about your sister
We got the new Mac & Cheese 5 comin' out
Have some class
Show some respect, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll go see who I gotta go see about it, alright?
Yeah, you better do the right thing or we'll put you in a trunk
Yeah, I'll f*ck your sister into the Mac & Cheese 5, alright?
I'll give you a heacached to Tylenol can't fix
Cuz you give me that anyway, it's out of control these days
Yeah, your sister
Yeah, she's a putana

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Too Fun

Allstar Biggavel
A sexy wave, you can't stop this
You know what it is
Ooh
When you hear that (ayy)
Shorty wanna see how I taste (ayy, ayy)
But I can't feel my face (ayy, ayy)
Coke Boy

I'm with Montana, this ootie speak French
Off the Henny, she wanna get bent (she wanna get bent)
Bring in the bottles, forgot what I spelled
When I walk in the section, they screamin' out, "Jenn" (Jenn Carter, Jenn)
Feelin' bent when I pop me a ten
Bitch, when I'ma see you again?
If it's tooties, I got her a ten
E-Every bitch with me a ten out of ten (grrah)
Damn that shit too fun (fun)
Put a Perky on her tongue (tongue)
F*ckin' all night, countin' monyun (monyun)
Damn, that head too dumb (goodbye)

Too dumb, too dumb (too dumb)
Too thick, too punch (oh my God)
I can't come, I'm too high (this is so amazing)
Suck my dick, too fried

Like, I hit my line, ain't reply, I was bussin'
Off the Julio, losin' control
Bitch, I'm the don, I don't need a remote
Two twin thotties, I'm f*ckin' them both
Off the 'Za, I be feelin' malfunctions (feelin' malfunctions)
Bitch, I get money, can tell by my clothes (can tell by my clothes)
She a baddie, come follow instructions (follow instructions)
I'll go to hell and come back for my bros (I come back for my bros)
Off a boom like I can't even blink (and I can't even blink)
Keep on flickin', I don't even think (like I don't even think)
Off the DUSSÉ, she still need a drink (and she still need a what?)
Take her phone at the door if that bitch wanna link (if that bitch wanna link)

And when she with me, I treat her like a queen (yeah)
'Cause she real and her vibe is extinct (vibe is extinct)
When I swim in that pussy, I sink
Oh, she a freak, I can tell by the wink (the wink)
Like I can't f*ck if that bitch ain't a hottie (no)
She my twin and we vibin' (vibin')
Like sit down, let me feel on your body (body)
Stop it, not with the nonsense
Make her do what I say like I'm Simon
Hunnid tooties, but I got the finest
In missionary, she lick on my diamonds

I'm with Montana, this ootie speak French
Off the Henny, she wanna get bent (she wanna get bent)
Bring in the bottles, forgot what I spelled
When I walk in the section, they screamin' out, "Jenn" (Jenn Carter, Jenn)
Feelin' bent when I pop me a ten
Bitch, when I'ma see you again?
If it's tooties, I got her a ten
E-Every bitch with me a ten out of ten (grrah)
Damn that shit too fun (fun)
Put a Perky on her tongue (tongue)
F*ckin' all night, countin' monyun (monyun)
Damn, that head too dumb (uh-huh)

Too dumb, too dumb (too dumb)
Too thick, too punch (oh my God)
I can't come, I'm too high (this is so amazing)
Suck my dick, too fried

My bitch, she trendin', she get to the bands
Drunk off the casa and no one can stop
She bounce on the dick, and she don't use no hands (woo)
I call mami Young Waka Flocka
Dissin' the members, you not gon' get far (far)
Step in the function, she lit by the bar (bar)
Mixin' that party pack, twistin' her jaw (jaw)
Blue 30 numb, then got head in the car (haan)
Tryna f*ck even if you got a man (man)
Came with the snipers and still undefeated (bah-bah-bah)
She told me, "Don't talk, just back out the Benz" (Benz)
"I'ma stay with you even if you cheatin'" (haan)
Shorty, she toxic, I f*ck all her boxes (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, mixin' the Oxys, the yak, and the shrooms
You know how we rockin', I'm bent off the Wocky (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got forty-one bitches turned up in my room

I'm with Montana, this ootie speak French
Off the Henny, she wanna get bent (she wanna get bent)
Bring in the bottles, forgot what I spelled
When I walk in the section, they screamin' out, "Jenn" (Jenn Carter, Jenn)
Feelin' bent when I pop me a ten
Bitch, when I'ma see you again?
If it's tooties, I got her a ten
E-Every bitch with me a ten out of ten (grrah)
Damn that shit too fun (fun)
Put a Perky on her tongue (tongue)
F*ckin' all night, countin' monyun (monyun)
Damn, that head too dumb (bye, aha)

Too dumb, too dumb (too dumb)
Too thick, too punch (oh my God)
I can't come, I'm too high (this is so amazing)
Suck my dick, too fried

Like I said, suck my dick, f*ck it
Yo' control your niggas, nigga, I don't like that shit

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Facts

Oh my God, oh my God, he on X Games mode
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) yeah
Montana (Go Grizz)
One night with us, that bitch, she go viral
One night snipe, we don't need no title
Hang around spinners, it don't sound like we cappin'
Hang around winners, it don't sound like we braggin' (Winners Circle)

All this water on my neck, I'm drownin' (haan)
Cash rules everything around me (facts)
Montana on the block, where they found me? (Facts)
Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit another lick, start dancin' (facts)
Top tier bitch, she fancy (facts, haan)

Shorty said, "Why I do it for a livin'?"
I told her I mind my business
And they hirin' (facts), we firin' (facts)
Entertainin' broke hoes gettin' tirin' (big facts)
Focus on a bag, one hell of advice (uh-huh)
We f*cked on the spot, one hell of a night (uh-huh)
It's them Wave God Boys, one hell of a life (uh-huh)
Shorty said she want half, one hell of a price
Throw a welcome home party, when the birds come back (brrp)
When they find out the grass ain't green, they run back (back)
It take years to make it look like it's done overnight (night)
Took her on a yacht there, sent her back on a flight

All this water on my neck, I'm drownin' (haan)
Cash rules everything around me (facts)
Montana on the block, where they found me? (Facts)
Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit another lick, start dancin' (facts)
Top tier bitch, she fancy (facts)

Brick by brick, built a mansion (facts)
Black card, used to swipe on transit (facts)
Don't get on my line with no transcript (facts)
If you ain't bustin' no moves, I don't answer (facts)
My neck on the Omarion dancin' (facts)
Might snipe yo' bitch for ransom (facts)
The boy got juice like Sebi (facts)
Whippin' up the white like Betty (facts)
Young boys been rich like Rowdy (facts)
Been about the Shmurda like Bobby (facts)
Ayy, she a bad one, but she a beast
She got ass done before her teeth

All this water on my neck, I'm drownin' (haan)
Cash rules everything around me (facts)
Montana on the block, where they found me? (Facts)
Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit another lick, start dancin' (facts)
Top tier bitch, she fancy (facts)

(Coke Boy, baby)

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Praise God

Praise God, bro
Praise God
Praise God

Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy)
Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy)
Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy)
I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo)
Told her, "Give me time," she ain't listen
Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend (praise God)

Praise God
Praise God (praise God, praise)
Praise God (praise, praise God)
Praise to The Most High (look)

Bow my head, brush my teeth, and before I go to sleep (woah)
Take a knee, you can't Colin Kaep' a nigga, f*ck the league (woah)
It's a fast race, wasn't last place, up the speed (look)
It's a bag chase, cut the sad face and f*ck with me (look)
See who laugh last, I'm just sayin' he a G-O-D
Me, I'm J-I-D, just like I pray for you, you pray for me
In this game of thieves, I just do the most and say the least
But I get paid the most, a quarter-mill' a show, I think it's cheap
Gotta play it slow, I heard that Jesus died at thirty-three
Boosie said, "You're past twenty-five, you an OG"
More the reason, I thank the most high for the blessings that be
With my head to the sky, stress could blow away with the weed
And I read in the bible, men lie, sin, and repeat
So I repent, another night spent, BB and CC whinin' in the Bent'
Mere window tint, airin' out the indo' sent
Do that shit for niggas rootin' for me and the ones against

Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy)
Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy)
Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy)
I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo)
Told her, "Give me time," she ain't listen
Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend (praise God)

Praise God
Praise God
Praise God
Praise to The Most High (sheesh)

Before you hit the top, lose hope and feel powerless (uh-huh)
Gotta remember, even Jesus had twelve followers (ah)
This that Prodigy and Alchemist, Premiere and Gang Starr
They want you smokin' PCP, doin' PPP bank frauds (ah)
Faith and action make miracles, I'm uncomparable
I got it out of Africa, they laughed, that's hysterical (haha)
When that money ran dry, shorty striked like a cobra
Took the L out of lover and I told her it was over (woo)
Oscar Robinson, I do it all, alhamdulillah
Pray for peace and stay away from smoke, 'cause I get too involved (bah-bah-bah)
Bruno Mars, come with hand grenades, jump the barricades
Duckin' twelve, like a half a day, let that marinate
"Pray for me" on my neck, never ratted, thank God
Even losses, I ain't lose, learn somethin' every time

Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy)
Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy)
Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy)
I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo)
Told her, "Give me time," she ain't listen
Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend (praise God)

Praise God
Praise God
Praise God
Praise to The Most High

(Coke Boy, baby)

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Money Ain't A Thing

Skrrt-skrrt
I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin' (ah)
Only time he get on the air is when the news come (ayy, ayy, ayy)

The VVS's slap ya truck with GPS's
What's the next move? Keep 'em guessin' (guessin')
They askin' who the real, who finessin' (finessin')
Who's the owner, who's on the guest list (guest list)
Who never touched a gram on the 'Gram flexin'
I rep the South Bronx, yeah, the essence
TEC with the air holes for protection (huh)
Yeah, we runnin' wild, from the Ps in the wild in the east (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Certified, I'm a beast, oh my God, haan (bom-bom-bom, Coke Boys, baby)
You can ask Durk, Chi-Raq, L's up, from the dirt (yeah, uh)
If a nigga ain't f*ck with me, buck fifty for the hearse (haan)
Watch a nigga duck, see me, buck fifty right in front the church (haan)
If a nigga up with me, stuck with me, better or the worse (ayy)
Racks super-sized (size), chain scuba dive (dive)
Gold with the Glizzy, a veneer, suit and ties (ayy)
Still crucified (fine), be with juveniles (ayy)
Forget the whole P, break it down, two for five (five)
I done seen killers kill niggas and told on the gang when the law come (haan)
And I done seen niggas get caught with the load, wasn't theirs, they ain't told none (haan)
That's a real one (haan), ayy, but a victim still
Yeah, plug in the socket is how I hit the hill (hill)
'Cause the wallet in my pocket is how I fit the bill (bill)
Touch ten, touch twenty, now hundred mil' (juke)
Still balance with the field

I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin'
Only time he get on the air is when the news come
I done see a killer kill niggas and told when the law come (haan)
French-Durk got your dawg done

In that Bugatti, Double-R or that Mulsanne (skrrt)
With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thing (haan)
Hold it down for my dawg Max locked in the bing
When you hit the brick, new whips, money ain't a thing (haan)
Y'all don't want no sauce with us
All across the board, we done waved them up (haan)
Them Coke Wave Boys from the ground and up
Straight out the bottom, young bosses up (haan, Montana)

Got Nine another lawyer like money ain't a thing
I done heard the rumors around, they sayin' that money made me change
Been on papers two, three times, so I can't catch another case
Young nigga steppin' up like you know I'm underage
They gon' stick with you
When I was broke, I got my game from a rich nigga
When you was broke, they'll talk about you, I don't get niggas
The ones I love, they counted me out, that's why I don't hit niggas
The one that snaked me called my phone, it was the twitch nigga
I be with murderers, robbers, and burglars
Shorty steady traveling with that work, we a conservative
Man, I know some shorties that'll stay outside ya momma crib
They don't give a f*ck, they serve bags in front Obama crib
I know niggas richer than these rappers driving Bonnevilles
A lot of niggas cappin' in they raps, we off a lot of pills
When I take a Perc' on an empty stomach, it make me vomit still
Thinkin' 'bout my cousin getting murked, it make me vomit still
We made sure niggas know how the chopper feel
They was gettin' shot for real if they was on the block for real
Put another fifty in my mouth but ain't want veneers
I'ma claim Lamron forever, you know what it is

I done seen a killer homie died from the hammer, he ain't do nothin'
Only time he get on the air is when the news come
I done see a killer kill niggas and told when the law come (haan)
French-Durk got your dawg done

In that Bugatti, Double-R or that Mulsanne (skrrt)
With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thing (haan)
Hold it down for my dawg Max locked in the bing
When you hit the brick, new whips, money ain't a thing (haan)
Y'all don't want no sauce with us
All across the board, we done waved them up (haan)
Them Coke Wave Boys from the ground and up
Straight out the bottom, young bosses up (haan, Montana)

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Goals

You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Makin' mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)

I won't gas you up, baby, my feet's to the floor, pedallin'
I'm on your side and lonely
Lord knows who you better with
I know you tired of that nigga you with
I know you tired, baby, of settlin'
I don't know who got your eye, baby, but I just little lil' bo peep
(Couldn't wait, you was dyin' to hit the memo)
I don't know what's on your mind, but I think you need a lil' more me, me

You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)

Doors open up like wings on a angel (oh-oh)
She bend on me like her hands to her ankles (ooh)
I wouldn't be me if I wasn't me (oh-oh)
Got on that see-through, nothin' underneath (oh-oh)
That pussy get wetter by the ocean (oh-oh)
Type cop Double-R, never Ghost it (ooh)
She look back, say, "Baby, I'm comin'" (ooh)
Her buttcheeks right under my stomach
Love when I'm stackin' it up (oh-oh)
Addin' it up, she say, "That ain't enough"
She bust it for me, keep her in the tuck (oh-oh)
Had to love when we down, now we up
You make it so hard for me to leave (to leave)
I know your ass need a lil' some me (some me)
You trippin' to the tropics 'stead of on me (ooh)
They know you the one, not the two, three (oh-oh)

You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you

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Other Side

Even on your worst days, you're halfway decent
You deserve the world, I'm talkin' princess treatment
Got the right to be conceited, you got every reason
I know you been mistreated, I been overseein'
Everything you been through and went through
F*ckin' with your mental, I know you need a reset
I'm tryin' to see the other side of you they ain't see yet

I know them niggas stressed you out, now you doin' workouts
Keepin' up that body that you bought, you wanna go Turks now
You done ran it up so much, it's time to put your purse down
I just need a couple seconds, I'll have you comin' first now
You know how I be, you poppin' out with me
Chauffeur drivin', pullin' up, it's just only two of us
With me, you could vent, baby, I'ma keep it cool as f*ck
Every time you drink the Casamigos, you get rude as f*ck
Man, that shit be mood as f*ck, soon as we get home you're all tooted up
Throw it back, I'ma say a prayer before I shoot it up
Lookin' back at me while she bitin' on the sheets
Put my hand around your neck, baby, this a human lead
You like that real shit, freak shit, she be on the BS
Nympho, she's addicted to S-E-X
She just got her hair done, I'ma f*ck it up though
And I don't gotta say much, shorty know what's up though

Even on your worst days, you're halfway decent
You deserve the world, I'm talkin' princess treatment
Got the right to be conceited, you got every reason
I know you been mistreated, I been overseein'
Everything you been through and went through
F*ckin' with your mental, I know you need a reset
I'm tryin' to see the other side of you they ain't see yet

I'm thugged out, nigga, but I just seen a motherf*ckin' rainbow, nigga
I ain't that motherf*ckin' thugged out, nigga
That shit beautiful than a motherf*cker
My baby mama prolly at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga

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Fake Friends

Bryson, what up?
You know what it is when you hear that, haan
My hunnids is dreaded up
You heard?

Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?

If I start right here, nah, that won't tell enough
They can't get enough
Talkin' down on me, yeah, they stuck
Talkin' down, but I'm headed up
Been hard workin', head dreaded up
Them hunnids comin', mm, braided up
I'm the one that can't say it enough
I be done when I said enough
They keep sayin' we done
No speed racin', we run shit
I'ma jog they memories, 'member back when we had fun with it?
No cheap skates, we love dishin' out, love to the ones comin' up
If you got somethin', nigga, run it up
Drop somethin', nigga, run it up, ah-ah
Know they feel where I'm comin' from
Second place, we runnin' from
There's better ways and they jumped the gun
F*ck these niggas
I just wanna see the money come, yeah

Hunnids comin' in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?
(Montana, where should I begin? Ayy, ayy)

Only thing we had before gettin' rich was fake (haan)
Anything you lose by bein' real is fake (haan)
It's what you maintain, never what you make (ah)
'Cause even the garbage can gon' get a steak (haan)
Shawty tryna slide but I'm on a mission (mission)
A lot of things broke my heart, but they fixed my vision (woo)
Bein' fake is normal, keep a real surprise
Stopped doin' favors for 'em, now they switchin' sides (sides)
People raised on love, they'll do anything for you (for you)
People raised on survival, they'll do anything to you (haan)
Shawty bad, countin' money, got her own bag
Bad bitches bring bad bitches, a known fact (haan)
You know she jumpin' in, all this money comin' in (haan)
You know she jumpin' in, can't be mad she tryna win

Hunnids comin' in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?

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Where We Came From

Yeah
Montana

Look at where we at, look at where we came from (haan)
Look at where we at, look at where we came from

Live life, I don't fear death (uh)
Slide through Morocco with the Euro step
Drop-top mindset, ain't nothin' above it
Bossed up from the block to them Playboy covers
Shorty licked it like Adderall residue
Ran through a hundred mill', it ain't nothin' new
You claiming her, she ain't claimin' you
Get caught without your chop, they spankin' you (bah-bah-bah)
Turn the pawns to a queen, was the best sport
Sixty-four, thirty-two like a chessboard
Love me like your friend, f*ck me like your enemy
If you ain't a asset, you a liability
Let a young nigga get paid (shit, shit)
I snipe and I skate
Let a young nigga get paid (ooh, ooh)
Get the bag then I skate

Look at where we at, look at where we came from (tell me again, haan)
Look at where we at, look at where we came from (we gon' make lovin' again)
Look at where we at, look at where we came from (tell me again)
Look at where we at, look at where we came from (we gon' make lovin' again)

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Made It In USA

A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted
Millions of dollars worth of cocaine and fentanyl taken off the streets (uh)
The indictments, crimes, overdoses deaths
We gon' make, we gon' make it
We gon' make, we gon' make it

Watchin' the clock, standin' on the block with dime bags
Askin' Allah, "Is my time comin' or my time passed?"
Dope boys, European cars flyin' past (Coke Boy, baby)
Pressure had me drinkin' Henny through her wine glass
In and out of court, tryin' to send me for a long time
Suicide thoughts but all you could see is your son's eyes
Starin' at my demons eye-to-eye
Plus shorty want the time
Don't feel like a real man if I can't provide
So one night'll do it, I'ma catch her on the come up
Plus the opps tryin' to slide, I get cozy, I get done up
The son about to come for the love, they'll leave you wide open
Caught my homie at his bitch crib, and left him with his eyes open
South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke
Don't choke, bitches have you burnin' bridges, no boat
All my problems over hoes
Tried to keep them, but they belong to the open road, my heart so below
I stole work from my cousin, we was slangin' crack
I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you back
I told you my mama found the work, you believe me
Took that money, bought my own work, we was greezy
If you ain't stab, we stabbin' you, anything for capital
Left our heart full of poison, we gave it to the avenue
You gon' make it if you're chosen, it's the only way
Young Moroccan immigrant made it in the USA, haan

We gon' make, we gon' make it, ooh
We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh

(This is nearly 40 pounds of what's believed to be heroin and fentanyl)
I can't take it anymore, I tried
(Has an estimated street value of five million dollars)
Tears of joy I cried
(Authorities confiscated the drugs, paraphernalia, and a fake ID last month)
Joy I cried
Ooh
Bible never told you 'bout the beast
God, you took the soul out him
We love the sun by the coast, by the east
Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets
(We are definitely breaking the supply chain
And the people who are operating at this level
Have some unique connections to have access)
(Coke Boy, baby)

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Millionaire Row

Got to have money, money (M-M-M-)
And more motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money (M-M-M-)
It's all about the money right now
If you're broke, get the f*ck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some swipes? Get that-

More motherf*ckin' money (swipe, haan, motherf*cker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherf*ckin' money (get f*ckin' money, swipe)

Yeah, nigga, don't quiet now (credit card swipe)
It's time to spend some money, nigga (swipe, hey, hey)

Count it 'til my finger numb
F*ck a money counter (shawty, count it, ayy, what's ya-)
I been poppin' them Teslas 'fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love 'cause they need somewhere to stay (ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach, that's five mill' in your womb (baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
F*ck a tab, we don't chop it, cop the slab
Don't leave a comment, drop a bag (don't leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (bounce, bounce)
Little mama's a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)

More motherf*ckin' money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherf*ckin' money

I f*cked a bitch, then she pissed, rapper niggas gon' diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, networth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty-million a tour (ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the cars, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that's if you've mastered the art
It's time to f*ck a few bitches
F*ck 'em malicious
She love to get nasty, it's like a f*ckin' Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin' chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that's appealin'
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball

More motherf*ckin' money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherf*ckin' money

More motherf*ckin' money
More motherf*ckin' money

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Ride The Wave

Ooh-ooh (haan)

Shorty ride the wave
A crib up by the lake
She drinkin' straight, I don't chase
Shorty bad, she tryna taste
If shorty loyal, get the combination
Cash in the shoebox for the case
'Cause when that money come, they swap they fate
In your own lane, ain't no competition (haan)

Head around snakes, Medusa fakes
Make sure they don't see the tats on the shooter face (bah-bah-bah)
Niggas is square, like my Frank Mueller face
Electric coupe, Slick The Ruler, I've bent the rules
Put the jewels up, ski mask, I'm gettin' my flous up
Shorty dyin', cold heart, left her cryin'
Kept on lyin', karma came back hard as iron
She was holdin' ass, sold to cold cats, stopped teasin'
I pledge allegiance, brown bags got my city freezin'
X and O's, quarter-milli' just to switch the flows
Miss my bro's, love 'em, but cut 'em off, we had different goals
What's the reason?
Snaked me, stood there while they watched me bleedin'
I thought we was for life, but she was just here for a season

Shorty ride the wave
A crib up by the lake
She drinkin' straight, I don't chase
Shorty bad, she tryna taste
If shorty loyal, get the combination
Cash in the shoebox for the case
'Cause when that money come, they swap they fate
In your own lane, ain't no competition (ayy)

This marathon, not a race
In your own lane, no competition
Marathon, not a race
Montana
Haan

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Back In Style (Interlude)

They say nothin' lasts forever, but I hope this does
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm on high, like you wanna find out
You wanna find out, oh my, oh-oh
They say nothin' lasts forever, but I hope this does
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, I'm on high, I don't wanna fall back down
Oh-oh
(Coke Boy, baby)

With me, you have the time in your life
It don't take much for me to set the vibe
It be the little thin's I do to make you smile
You ain't feel this good in a while
God strike me down if I'm lyin'
Put my right hand on the Quran
I know that you ain't feel this good in a while
But don't trip, 'cause real niggas back in style

Baby, don't trip, them niggas dead still
Shittin' on them hoes is your best skill
Ain't no way you should be thinkin' 'bout your ex still
Or your next meal
She ain't seen the gym in weeks, but she flex still
I just iced out her wrist, her Patek's real
I might give the world to my baby, yeah
I don't like to talk much, I'd just rather do it

I just woke up, but
But why did my friend call me last night
And she told me that you're a ho
And that I shouldn't be f*ckin' with you
And that you're for everybody
But I'm done
I keep listenin' to everyone, 'cause I miss you and I wanna see you

With me, you have the time in your life
It don't take much for me to set the vibe
It be the little thin's I do to make you smile
You ain't feel this good in a while
God strike me down if I'm lyin'
Put my right hand on the Quran
I know that you ain't feel this good in a while
But don't trip, 'cause real niggas back in style

I've been thinkin' about you
And I know you've been thinkin' about me too
I keep replayin' that night over and over
To do that thing you had me doin' again
Call me when you get this, bye

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Documentary

Guess I got a real bad habit of killin' 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Montana

Life turned to flashes, feel like you on acid
Doors turn to caskets, right back to them ashes
Workin' to be masters, workin' for the masters
I see you clear like Malcolm with them glasses
Had me and I see you laughin'
They ain't come to see me, but they'll show up with the captions
Everybody wanna be captains
It's how you bump heads and the Harlem, that's the Ochocinco habit
I'm not your average, light them matches
Bump of Catholics in Christian shoes is actin' in interludes
The young pioneers, paint crusted
Seven Lears, to the buses to them flyin' Lears (Montana)

Guess I got a real bad habit of killin' 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Haan, it's a real bad habit
Killin' 'em all for the taste (killin' 'em for the taste)
Death's a real savage
When all your grind go to waste
Mama need a mansion, questions need answers
Broke, he was ugly 'til the money, made him handsome
Ears I was missin' 'til at least full extension
Workin' for the Devil on that road to redemption
Got it when you had it, climbin' up the ladder
Tsunami wave if I get them tears tidin'
He caught a RICO, then he turned to pastor
He ran to God with a passion, on God, fear tragic
One time, no takes
On God, we great
Fast car, no brakes
Deck of cards, no Ace
No bars, no race
Mask on, no face
Raise the bars and stakes
Sample on, no base (Montana)

Guess I got a real bad habit of killin' 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand, let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh