Ft. French Montana
(Intro: Bob Marley interview taken by BBC)
You never saw the gunmen?
At that time, no
But you know who did it?
Yes
Where they caught?
Well, but I don't call the police. It's just one of them things
(Intro: French Montana)
You a dead n***a, Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wa**up, n***a?
Chug, Auti, OVO, n***a, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye
(Verse: P Reign)
Put the money ova b**hes, hoe
Think I'm playn, I'mma let em know
We treat yo chicks like fish, n***a
Catch em and then we let em go
Get em beep and naked hit
I'mma murder sh**, piss the flow
Told the Remi King don't kiss the ring
They be lick the throne
Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it
I'm in love with the p**y
But I'll murder that kitten
If ya still wipe the hose
I won't be caught there kissin'
She gon' swallow every bit
Got her mouth babysittin'
And my young'n same chair
Just let me worry bout em
Left em n***as talkin' beef
Homie, don't make a burger out em
This the south side, n***a
I'm a south side n***a
Turn yo f**in' insides to your outsides, n***a
s** my j**els, go ahead, my dudes all bad
But your goons won't bust
Y'all the blue balls gang
I chase money, not pride
But dare a n***a run up on me
And that will be his very last day job
(Hook)
(You a dead n***a) If you threaten me
f** a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin' up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
(Verse 2: Montana)
Montana! Coke boys ova y'all, on the same sum
Gettin' head in the rae, shawty brainstarter
I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball
Bumpin' 3-6, MJG 8 bar
AK my dudes, I be strapped down and I move
n***as fight, man, that's you
Hunid fifty grand that coupe
I got hunid grands in hunids
I got fifty grand in twenties
Hit that stripclub we startin'
Then we f** any b**h we wanted
Put a dub line this week
Need five hunid lines this week
And that money talk hoe
And whpe my speakers blow
Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them k**as go
No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads
(Hook x2)
You a dead n***a If you threaten me
f** a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippin' up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz she's huggin' me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)