New Music Video: French Montana t. A$AP Rocky – Said N Done (Damn I WANTED to HATE This!)
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to be fair
you put TWO muthafukin' CLASSIC records from the 90's TOGETHER and jack flows and lines too?
How could it NOT bang???
But I really don't mess with Rocky after all that alllivesmatter stuff and French, well he is French
But damnnit last night I was playing this back to back!
you put TWO muthafukin' CLASSIC records from the 90's TOGETHER and jack flows and lines too?
How could it NOT bang???
But I really don't mess with Rocky after all that alllivesmatter stuff and French, well he is French
But damnnit last night I was playing this back to back!
damn good point
French Montana is easily one of the most mediocre, inexplicably successful rappers in the game. He stays getting murdered on his own shit, and his features on other rappers' shit are all disposable. I probably will never play this song again. Not because I dislike it, but because I don't like or dislike it.
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[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
[Verse 1: French Montana & A$AP Rocky]
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up
I'ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain't in the Forbes huh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it's coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring 'em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World'll lay you down, made me down
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin' raw white, California Rolls
We talkin' top down, California hoes
We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes
I don't ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I'm gone, do you smell aroma?
[Bridge: French Montana]
Drinkin', smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don't lie
Oh my, oh my god
[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
[Outro: French Montana]
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on
They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone
Montana!
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
[Verse 1: French Montana & A$AP Rocky]
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up
I'ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain't in the Forbes huh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it's coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring 'em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World'll lay you down, made me down
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin' raw white, California Rolls
We talkin' top down, California hoes
We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes
I don't ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I'm gone, do you smell aroma?
[Bridge: French Montana]
Drinkin', smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don't lie
Oh my, oh my god
[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
[Outro: French Montana]
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on
They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone
Montana!
that is his ACTUAL pet monkey sadly.
damn it...can't get this song out of head.
.....
French has spent the last 20 years on tour with everybody in the game collecting favors and has called all those favors over the past couple years ... from collabos to production to publishing to whatevr the fuck this non-rapping bastard needed.
How many did Jay-Z make on his own?