Everything that Glitters

[Intro: Pusha T]

(Quality Street Music)

Ayo, French

You— you know I'm 'bout that life, right?

Pusha

[Chorus: French Montana & Pusha T]

Better know who you is when you lookin' in the mirror

'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold

I'm gettin' low from the hater

Camera's in action, I tell all my niggas what's happenin'

Ride with my niggas

'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold

(So this that wave, right? Haha)

I'm gettin' low, only from the haters

My camera's in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'

Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)

Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

For every brick broke down, it's one stepped on (Yes)

For every known rat, it's one slept on

For every loyal nigga fronted, one kept owin' (Uh)

For every bitch I showed the way, it's one that kept hoin'

So let's blow through this money as we pour bottles

Let me drop another classic, and the tour follows

Let's get pissy-drunk and let the hoes swallow (Uh)

My niggas embrace guns and ignore Bibles

Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lions

The new jury can be you, ghetto law-abidin'

Better know who that is lookin' in the mirror

The truth lies and you still can't see it clearer, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana]

Better know who you is when you lookin' in the mirror

'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold

I'm gettin' low from the hater

Camera's in action, I tell all my niggas what's happenin'

Ride with my niggas

'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold

I'm gettin' low, only from the haters

My camera's in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'

Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)

Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

I just can't leave it alone, I just can't leave it alone

They handin' out football numbers after tappin' your phone

Or you watchin' for the drop as they clappin' they chrome

Took a brick and I turned it to stone

Five into ten, the return of the clones

Then took my experience and turned it to poems

As we took single-engines and turned 'em to Boeings

Panamera blood-red symbolized bloodshed

Lost lot of niggas, some in club Fed

Few still reminiscin' in they CL

Sellin' Pete Rock, cruisin' in they V12, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana & Pusha T]

Better know who you is when you lookin' in the mirror

'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold

I'm gettin' low from the hater (Uh)

Camera's in action, I tell all my niggas what's happenin'

Ride with my niggas

'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold

I'm gettin' low, only from the haters

My camera's in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'

Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)

Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)