French Montana

French Montana - It Was A Good Year lyrics

rate me

Hard up, thinking bout the best move next

Light fuck jet blue, I need a blue jet

Never underestimate the underdog green

(damn sir, where’d you find this?)

Best thing came about to your feast

Came up, what a hell of a man

4-4, long nose, call me elephant man

Drag the niggas from the bottom to the bottom, homie I could tell

From crabs in the bucket to the last to tell

Back in my little room shack, work flipping the back

Nigga trippin the set, I gotta lick here

9 inch show by the brick hell

Like fuck good day, this a good year

Every day get paid, straight hustle

Club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em

Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Triple double, triple double, triple double

Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em

Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Get me on the court and I’m

Troubling the exotic sports car, no top

Something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it

They don’t make this for novice, they make these for pilots

On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel

Hater tryna throw mud, it’s love

I came out standing steel

What’s really real when these bitches behaving

Like in Air Force all sex crazy

My home girl Molly came got it poppin

I’m just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket like they had karate

She won’t kick it, sit by me

Come over to the crib, get hit by me

Woke er up and told er get that money to them lanes

You were sent by me, it’s jet life over here partner

And plus nobody I know got popped in

New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes

Avoid potholes on these streets, I am dreaded

Every day get paid, straight hustle

Club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em

Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Triple double, triple double, triple double

Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em

Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Today was a good day, great day

Yea, it was a pay day

So make way for motherfuckers only bout that gray day

Making money now, what the fuck you talkin bout

When these bitches start trippin we just lock em out

Gotta bounce, and that’s a regular day

For that independent rap shit I’m paving the way

They hatin away that I’m bathing in A

Hustler coming for your neck, better make your escape

I came in shittin, real grain grippin

Bitches on that Kobain, cocaine sniffin

But they just on a quest to be some rock stars

We party hard and we duckin from them cop cars

This Mac Miller, Montana

Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera

Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands

You don’t got another music, respect the man

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