French Montana – Wiggle It Lyrics

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[Intro: French Montana]
Ayy
You know what it is when you hear that
Montana, hah

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I’ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I’ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can’t fuck with me if you ain’t got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[Chorus: JT & French Montana]
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon’ backflip it
I ain’t trippin’, I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Coke Boy, put you on the broke diet
Ass fat, you can hide from the feds behind it
Brown bag, take her bottom and the top down her
Bad bitch lookin’ for a rich ass nigga
I’ma pull up to the club with that big bag, nigga
We ain’t really with that chitchat, nigga
I’ma break her off like a Kit Kat, nigga
Sauce on the pimp, I’m a Big Mac, nigga, hah

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I’ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I’ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can’t fuck with me if you ain’t got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[Chorus: JT & French Montana]
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon’ backflip it
I ain’t trippin’, I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Okay, nigga, you wanna wife a bitch?
I’ma tell you what I really like and shit
Whole lot of diamonds, ice and shit
Big ass dick that can pipe a bitch
And you know that I like it when you spend a little cash
Every time I come around, you put designer in my bag
White boys say I’m really rad
Even if I’m on my period, I’ma still let ’em bag
Freak bitch
Pussy so wet, I got ’em seasick
I’m a meat lover, yeah, deep dish
You a married nigga, then peep this
I can keep a secret

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I’ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I’ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can’t fuck with me if you ain’t got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[Chorus: JT & French Montana]
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I’ll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon’ backflip it
I ain’t trippin’, I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass

[Outro: French Montana & JT]
Spend that cash, spend that cash, spend that cash, spend that cash
Spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[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, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem [?] made me down

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my rob 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
Call Gina, call Leon
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!

Said n done – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – Said n done

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?(said n done)

Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t f*ck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherf*cker 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 b*tches
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
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I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh.

Love my b*tch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the b*tch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god.

With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, b*tch 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 b*tch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World will lay you down, made me down.

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?

Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your p*ssy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god.

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.

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
Montanaaa!(said n done)
French Montana lyrics
Video done

French Montana – Ready Intro (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m lifeless, haha
Haan, yeah

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 1]
Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot
Said Pray to the one then niggas get to ball out
God damn, watch the ball work
Got rich, put ’em on work
Finish last nigga, ball first
Now curve bitches cold turkey
In the game nigga, no mercy
For the weak niggas
You feeling froggy than leap nigga!
Shoot the shepherd and the sheep nigga
From my head to my feet nigga
Countin’ millions before while I sleep nigga
High school to the league nigga
Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out
‘Rari sittin’ low, gotta crawl out
If that pussy wet, never pull out
If that pussy good, buy the mall out
Sittin’ court side in my court case
Drinkin’ lean, poppin’ pills, heart racin’
Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace
36 O’s, foundation
Word around town, I’m the man nigga
Breakin’ down work to the grams nigga
Whip it in the Pan nigga
Gettin’ money with the fam nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 2]
Aye, young nigga from the trap, bitch can’t trap me
Young cold nigga get money like an athlete
Now I’m straight like 12:30
Pussy clean, baby talk dirty
Need the work nigga, call early
Rap game sabotage and we gon’ burn it
Nigga cold murder
And I’m comin’ for ya head nigga
And I did what I said nigga
Mine get it how I live nigga
Go playin’ with the bread nigga
I blow off your dread nigga
Get the hoes sprayin’ nigga
From the bottom it was all I
Told your whole story, it was all lies
Drink and smoke till I fall out
Thought he get the bread and it’s all out
Nah nigga, jumped in the fire nigga
Still ridin’ with the fire nigga
Countin’ money, gettin’ high nigga
Praise due to the high nigga
But my niggas on set, I can die nigga
Started from the block nigga
I done earned my spot nigga
From the bottom, couldn’t see the top nigga
Coke Boy non-stop nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

French Montana – Play Yaself (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Yeah, aye
(Oh, let’s just make this moment last)
Pray to the most high
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Coke Boy
(If this even stays ? remember us one more time)
Montana, Fraud
(I tried to hold it inside)
Haah
(So why are you happenin’?)
La Musica de Harry Fraud

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ I’ma fall off, what you smokin’?
Crib with the tennis court, got French open
Can’t stop us, top dollars, paparazzi
Liberace, money be the topic
Rappers smoke and mirrors, paper kinda light
I had Jhene Aiko, china white
Tommy Buns table with the young shooters
100 chains on, 51 Cuban
Word to Larry King but King David
This young king been gettin’ paper
30,000 feet, jet no turnin’ back
Number 30 fill the crocodile Burkin bag

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 2]
Aye, four door lookin’ like four banks
You niggas ain’t sure and you sure ain’t
Who I bring the sun down, bring the sun up with
Marathon money, fuck you, who you runnin’ with
Smokin’ hydrophonics and Bora Bora
Young akh’ smoke chronic readin’ a Surah
You know they watchin’ your pockets if money be the topic
Nigga stop it, you ain’t build enough to stop ’em
Even though I spend to cop it I don’t call her mine
I don’t call her blind, it ain’t about the money it’s that storyline
Cause the same homies that gave you life
Friends turn to competition, they don’t like it
Tell ’em crabs I’m eatin’ lobster
Niggas askin’ me to Oscars
From the bottom with the same posse
Dappered down, I just want the paper
Biz Markie, shawty want the vapor

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Outro]
Don’t play yaself
Do your motherfuckin’ homework
If you still in school dumb motherfucker
One thing for sure
And a million things for certain
We gon’ ball forever nigga
Just (?)
Coke Boy
Montana
Mac And Cheese, Fraud
You know what this is