French Montana - Fresh Out lyrics

rate me

Ft. Rich The Kid, T Bird & Mike Zombie

(Hook)

Fresh out the lobby kitchen, it was a hobby pitching

Don't serve to anybody, and fuck the competition

Couple cases open, money my only motive

My lawyer got my paper work in like twenty folders

(Verse)

I got the bricks, they fresh out the kitchen

Who did say the pages were missin'?

Whippin' a bowl, money so hard that it's goin' to mold

Dirty magnolia bust down, I got a choppa, don't come round

Come to the choke cuz I got pounds

Kickin' the door and you lay down

I'm a young rich nigga, way too much lean, I ain't doin' the liquor

That's yo bitch? I'mma hit her

Get to the money, young nigga get richer

Boring, put it in writing, you know I got yo hoe with me

Kitchen my wrist did a 360, fuck the police, they can come get me

She a bad bitch, put her on the runway

Send 'em bricks my way, andalle

Louboutin opting, cuz that my business she stalkin'

And then get back in the morning

I said Halima, no coffin

Fazing young nigga, you a buster

Too many chains made you a buster

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Fuck you and the competition, crocker

Quarter million dollas in the kitchen, crocker

Got that baking soda and the pitches with us

I heard yo cousin was the main when they shoot that pussy nigga

I put oppas in my cup, cut money, gut birdie up

Side by say that me, wassup, I don't shoot, I say _____(?)

I put that money in the cut, got that work up in my truck

And I got yo wiffie vibin' and you know that bitch a smut

I don't neva tuck my eyes, 4 5 6 I roll that dice

Less you tryna keep it fresh, just put that dope up in that ____(?)

I don't fuck with them otha niggas, so fuck the competition

I don't eat with them otha niggas, so fuck the competition

Muthafuckas!

(Hook)