Montana

[Intro: Koko Taylor]

Yeah

Oh, yeah

Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God

Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby)

[Verse 1: French Montana]

Haan, yeah

Graduated, but I'm aggravated

From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded

Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related)

Masturbatin' on a scale for a hundred million, askin' God how we made it

Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David

Freedom got confiscated

We mob-related

John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw

Yeah, school of gladiators

Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs

For these cold women

Militant like the Middle East

Go from ménages, six-nines to 6ix9ine conspiracies

Triple threat, trinity

Triangle office, label execs get all the profit

They hit your brain, mop it clean

What type of fiends?

Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green

Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog

Can't teach new tricks to old dogs

[Refrain: French Montana]

I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me

Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me

Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me

The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan

[Verse 2: French Montana]

New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill

Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton)

If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah)

Mama raise a star, and you been a mark

Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey)

Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse

Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah)

Mansion's like a campus

Ranches like rainbow smoke

Forty-one shots like Diego

Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays

PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights)

Yes, I

Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop

Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin'

Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them

I made it even in the game of odd

Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God

[Refrain: French Montana]

Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me

Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me

Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan

[Outro: Koko Taylor]

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