French Montana - Megadeath lyrics
rate meFt. Remy Ma, Swizz Beatz, & Jadakiss
(Intro)
Fuck the master, fuck the master
Fuck the master, fuck the master
Fuck the master, fuck the master
Fuck the master, fuck the master
So, aye yo Frank, one two one two
(Hook)
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
(Verse: French Montana)
Ladies and gentlemen
riding through New York with no muthafuckin' tents again
Hip-hop police done got 'em on the list again
Didn't make his goal, black hoodies and them timbs again
If the homie miss you once, he ain't gonna miss again
All yellow diamonds on the link like Michigan
All money, hit the clubs, start buying chris again
Play it like a boss, Paid in Full like the original
Broke, got rich, got po, got rich again
and we the hottest, duckin' the blue impala if not we well no product, licks, we see no prolem
Twick call pennies and I turn 'em to a dollar
Told Frank I was loyal, he called me Montana
(Hook)
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
(Verse: Remy Ma)
R, E, M, Y stay fresh been fly
Fully automatic all these otha bitches semi
They pop like soda hoe I pop like July
these bitches the fake truth, when the fuck they gon' realize?
I'm the uno single one and only you the same old thing
a cop and cloney, you boost Verizon
sprint t-mobile phoney, you not my friend my kin
y bitch, my homie, no, I don't know you I don't owe you shit
1000 in the mall, bitch, I'll blow you quick
See actually, i practically raised you bitches
I got a wallet in my pocket, with ya baby pictures
(Hook)
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
(Verse: Jadakiss?!)
Soon as I step out my whip
Niggas start askin' questions about my fit
If it ain't about no paper, its not bout shit
welcome home Remy Ma, had to shout my bitch
Neva catch me in the trap house without my bricks
Neva catch me in the gun fight without my sticks
get a couple of yo dawgs killed like mike vics ?
Five heartbeat, yeah, nigga, nights like this
keep some bad honeys around, types I twist
throw some extra money around, for nights I miss
Might blow a lil sour, but I lights my piff
If you a hater, have a party and invite my dick
(Hook)
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass niggas gonna take my shit
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
I'm about my shit, I'm about my clique
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
No hatin' ass bitches gonna take my shit
Thanks to twizzlerbaybie for correcting these lyrics
