French Montana

French Montana - Megadeath lyrics

rate me

Ft. 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

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