French Montana - First Time Lyrics

French Montana Ft. Puff Daddy - First Time Lyrics

(Intro)
I feel, I'm askin', I'm askin' first and foremost, guys, I'm askin'
Haven't I given to this culture?
Will there be you without me
Did I not deserve this, did I not deserve this? Did I not show you?
How to ball?
Did I not mothauckin' go to war for us?

(Verse)
First billion dollar bitch from California
First brick came from Arizona
First slang came from the corner
First chain, nigga had to pawn it
My first pot, man you wouldn’t pee in
Damn, my first car came European
My first flight was a Visa plan
My first was on Peter Pan
My first deal, man it raped me, nigga
My first bitch prolly hate me, nigga
My first case cost me 80, nigga
My first Mac and Cheese when crazy, nigga
My first meal drove me crazy, nigga
My first homies changed on me, never changed me, nigga
First time got high rollin' wavy, nigga
First time I prayed to god like take me withcha
First time I got broke I was chasin' bitches
First time I givin' signs, I was chasin' niggas
First time met Ross made real figures
First time I met Puff was through a real nigga
First time I flipped packs, nigga
Was the first time I hit sacks, nigga
First time I hit the strips, made real money
First time rolled the die, lost my reup money
First time he did bis' where he first lived
With his first will, never seen his first kid
First time he seen real money when he flippin' crack
First time I heard Pac, feel in love with rap
First time I blacked out, seen my mamma cried
First time I strapped up, nigga gotta die
First time I got shot is what made me, nigga
First time started thinkin' like I was eatin', nigga
First idle I seen was a drug dealer
First wife whip the beans for you lil niggas
First time went broke, I ain't seen nobody
First time I went pickle, had to cry about it

(Outro)
You know, meanin' is somethin' in this game
That's hard, that's gon' be hard to do
Cuz first of all, some gettin' too much money out here doin' too many things
I need some shit that'll grab their attention niggas, and love right away

French Montana - Move That Cane Lyrics

French Montana - Move That Cane Lyrics (Feat. Waka Flocka)

Chorus:
You know that boy, boy, flying, flying,
No I do my thing, I move that co cane,
Then I move that thing, I got that dough…
You know that boy, boy, flying, flying,
No I do my thing, I move that co cane,
Then I move that thing, I got that dough…
Seven for the…
Sure looking right…
Boy… I do my thing..
I move that co cane, then I move my thing I got that…

Get that money, spend that money,
Never switch, fuck that money,
Nigger, hustle, get that money,
In the industry house I fuck…
Mother fucker ride a hustle,
Mother fucker ride, we gonna win!
And money got that… mother fucker ride that…
Can’t talk… never seen…
..hit the club, a hundred…
Mother fucker ride that for me!
Oh my, spot it from the ground on my…
Tell a fly bitch nigger hold up!..
Ola, rolla, slow money bitch…
..when it’s show time!
Boy, you know I move that thing, just …

Chorus:
You know that boy, boy, flying, flying,
No I do my thing, I move that co cane,
Then I move that thing, I got that dough…
You know that boy, boy, flying, flying,
No I do my thing, I move that co cane,
Then I move that thing, I got that dough…
Seven for the…
Sure looking right…
Boy… I do my thing..
I move that co cane, then I move my thing I got that…

I’m high, further on another level,
I’m high, further on another level,
Fuck you beginners, ….for monopoly,
..you can call me…
Ain’t worry about no halo,
Ain’t worry about no bitch,
Ain’t worry about no cop!
All the niggers know is.. standing on the block!
Put it all here, pain is so…
Fuck the bitch and fuck the hater!
Light a.. pour a cup for a fucking hater!...

Chorus:
You know that boy, boy, flying, flying,
No I do my thing, I move that co cane,
Then I move that thing, I got that dough…
You know that boy, boy, flying, flying,
No I do my thing, I move that co cane,
Then I move that thing, I got that dough…
Seven for the…
Sure looking right…
Boy… I do my thing..
I move that co cane, then I move my thing I got that…

French Montana ft. Trae Tha Truth - Cocaine Mafia Lyrics

French Montana ft. Trae Tha Truth - Cocaine Mafia Lyrics

you know how we do mane
that’s that shit, montana (uhh, yeah)
chorus
ya bitch chose a nigga don’t be mad
got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag
no matter where i’m at, i let that thing go blat
and that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad (fo sho, owww)
homie it’s that cocaine mafia fo sho
i could break a brick down, nigga i could break a hoe
i’m a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin?
everything’s a go
hop up on a track rape a donna
150 stacks count it back leave the door locked (hold up)
you watching niggas starve while you ate good
now it’s ghetto niggas poppin space call me ace hood
slang wood dick dealer white chinchilla in the huddle
trynna bubble like sprite pink syrup
gotta hit the pot stir it, move an ounce fuck par
and you know never play wit kon a nigga lying like a rug
that coke boy music that kinda shit you get chills for
round table get the bread and butter ‘fore the meal come
talk about that cocaine mafia, word to trae i’m the truth
yelling through the ceiling like “fuck the roof!”

chorus
ya bitch chose a nigga don’t be mad
got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag
no matter where i’m at, i let that thing go blat
and that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad (fo sho, owww)
homie it’s that cocaine mafia fo sho
i could break a brick down, nigga i could break a hoe
i’m a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin?
everything’s a go