Wall to Wall

[Intro: French Montana]

My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh

Everythin' you want you don't need

And don't believe everythin' you read

And only half what you see

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only half what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war

We goin' to war (wall to wall)

My money's stacked up (wall to wall)

My shows' packed up (wall to wall)

Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)

Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Verse 1: French Montana]

Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench

White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends

'Til they called it love

Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers

'Bout to go to war

Prices on your head, I'm a spend it

Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it

On my son, I was in it, I was in it

Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minute

I'm shinin' every minute

Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino

Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop

I done counted ten mills when that ball dropped

Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only half what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war

We goin' to war (wall to wall)

My money's stacked up (wall to wall)

My shows' packed up (wall to wall)

Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)

Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Frozen fishscale, you better go to Ishmael

Tiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grille

Knots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fair

Say "yeah," feed your brother, be's a one, shit

Enough money to slum kids, kings with pillows

Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters

Take money suitcases, bracelets, cake mix

Come out the hole, this is weight flicks

So much bread, we build lead houses

Run in the shed, see dead thousands

Faces, we call 'em big noses

Flashin' in the foreign shit

Grubbed up niggas is wasted

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only half what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war

We goin' to war (wall to wall)

My money's stacked up (wall to wall)

My shows' packed up (wall to wall)

Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)

Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zap

And spectacular visuals

Niggas be camera-phonin' up my movement

Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents

While we go stackin' residuals

Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it

Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)

Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum

Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra

Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa

We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures

Phone'd have me speak with holograms

When I'm buildin' with bitches

And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes

Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles

Fuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' silly

With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi

And for the five percent with the science

And the ones that really get me

I got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only half what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war

We goin' to war (wall to wall)

My money's stacked up (wall to wall)

My shows' packed up (wall to wall)

Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)

Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Outro: Raekwon]

Salute, salute, yeah

Montana, what up, baby?

Word up, you know what it is, my nigga

Louis Rich right here, baby

Yeah, you know what this is, nigga