French Montana

French Montana - Talk To Me ft Just Soprano & GP lyrics

rate me

Hold up, hold up, hold up

A hunned racks when I roll up

Money stacks never fold up

Drink that yet, never sober

And we got the city on lock, lock

GTS no top, fuck that lease we on

That’s right bitch fuck that loan

My partner on a pill and about to pop some more

And before I sing this deal I worth 20 hunned racks a show

I be stunting on niggas like wassup

Damn that boy got fire

I get that money more problems

Fuck that ain’t got no problems

Homie you’s a poser, fuck that talk, I showed you

Pull up on them niggas like I told ya

Damn you see that chain, damn that nigga tryna blind me

Coke boy, you know where to find me, Montana

[Hook] x 2

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear

All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose

Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché

Boy I’m bout that chain, stupid wrist, icy chain

And the croc, more damn, boy I move that cane

Get it for the love, no game

See these hating niggas praying

Get a grip, move a brick

Got me saying like a Nixon

Homie off a … grand crew, got me wasted in the club

Sitting… 40 karats in my bracelet

Weapon to the left, weapon to the right, boy I’m a chef

God damn right,

Getting those paper, got me in my zone

We’re almost there, spotlights

Boy I got the wave, I be balling everyday

I be married to the streets, 21 hours pay

I be on my other shit, I don’t see nobody

Switching up vibes, got me …

GP Montana, coke wave,

Couldn’t make it without you,

Shout out to Hose

Whipping up a dream, fuck it, we so say

Murk it, Gp bubble like rose

[Hook] x 2

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear

All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose

Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché

You see them Lambo, that’s when Just Soprano on the scene

To flip a dollar, whip a dream

And pull up right the money team

We in the club, bottles of burb

Be act and blowing stacks

The money train is right on track

We act so hard it’s coming back

The world is mine, I feed for power

Get it grinding, rolling sour

Play state and … for hours, on your ‘partment,

To push the powder

Everything is good, we’re taking over as we should

Let’s spend some plan away, cocaine city, manhood

I wish a monkey would, chop him down where we stood

Hit the ocean with the brick

So dig a ditch in the woods

Back to compensation, getting stacks for conversation

Getting paid to take vacations

If I was you I’d sure be hating

Ladies say I’m super wavy

Yankee jaggers riding navy

If you all suggest you pay me

Big as jig is fucking crazy

The way I whip or lick, …I take the risk

My cold boys on the streets

Will serve me the peace like ludacris

[Hook] x 2

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear

All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose

Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

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