17,000 (Cocaine City)

[Intro: Pillsbury dope boy]

I'm baaack

So skinny, Frenchy

(woah, woah, woah) I told 'em. Go ahead

Them niggas sold 17,000

You know I had to get on yo ass

I mean, God damn. I looked at my blackberry

[Verse: French Montana]

Them niggas sold 17,000 (Hellooo)

That's a damn shame

They don't want to see a new nigga do his thang

Tryna blackball me?

Playin' with a nigga food, that ain't what a real nigga do

I mean, homie but real talk

40 Cal. turn your fro to a mohawk

Bein' broke is not my thing

You missy niggas can't stop my reign

Tryna pop my chain (what?)

Wow, that's a hundred thou, 40 go blaw

You's a fuckin' coward

They never learn

You had your shot, bitch nigga, its my turn

See it all clear, D, coca leaves, you can get it all here

Got my back to the wind

Nigga, I ain't never goin' back to the pen

(Rat tat-tat-tat-tat) Tappin' on the door, before I kick it in

Like (where the cash at?)

Hits all night, Benz all white

Reach, that'd be the end of your life

Him all right, but him not ill

Him just talk, nigga I kill

I know what you think

Jewels all see-through like fish in a tank

Homie, from weed, coke, pills, liquor

Now rock with the new nigga, Montana! (oh!)

[Outro: Pillsbury dope boy]

I'm the Macaroni wit da Cheese, man

That's what i told 'em

I look at his Soundscan, I see 17-5

And it ain't Jeezy

So I'm lookin', I call my nigga French

You know, I told him

You the Macaroni wit da Cheese

Aye know ma nigga, you know we in the hood, we just found Nemo

You know, shout out to Dub City

Motthaven, you know, Tremont

Shout out to ma niggas in Harlem

Can't call no blocks out there

But you on the menu, you food

You the steak with the shrimp and the A1 sauce, pimp