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
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Problem – Moneeey

Now, who’s hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who’s mostly Goldie down
To the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain’t nothing change but my limp
Can’t stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
You don’t believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don’t play around it’s a bet lay it down
Nigga didn’t know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I’m the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can’t no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[2X]

Yeah yeah, ahaha, I’m the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you’d rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinking now’s
When all the balling stops, nigga never
Home gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we’ll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won’t stop
Now what you gonna do when it’s cool
Bag a money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours, violate me
This’ll be your day, we don’t play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain’t enough time here, ain’t enough lime here
For you to shine here, deal with many women
But treat dimes fair, and I’m
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[2X]

Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I’m flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it’s cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain’t no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here’s my phone number
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[3X]

What’s going on?
What’s going on?
I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[3X]

ASAP Ferg – Uzi Gang (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Marty Baller)

If the bitch ain’t on me, she on Ferg
Ask them niggas who they want
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
[x4]
Marty Baller a mac
I’ma talk about things that go on in the trap
You can talk about rap, how I cooked up the flow, watch it rock while I’m spitting this crack, watch that Uzi go "blatt!"
Lay him flat on his back, the pump have an asthma attack
They ain’t want to do that, when them coonies is coming, young niggas them not coming back
I’m in Philly, those my other niggas, 100 deep, nobody fuckin’ with us
Fergie here, I want my brother with us, Nike boots on and we stompin’ niggas
I’m with the Mob, those my other hittas, let them out the zoo, they go gorilla
Harlem World got a 100 spittas, man I’m Marty Baller, ain’t nobody triller
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
[x4]
I be tellin’ the luck I don’t want to fuck, baby just give me the forehead
She promised me a threesome with her best friend and I don’t want to blow it
Even though the bathroom not unisex, we can turn that shit to it
I be fuckin’ and suckin’ that pussy while I’m leanin’ over the toilet
Oh, I see that she feelin’ the boy, aye
Cause she know that we makin’ the noise, aye
Who do you want, it’s no choice, aye
Bitch you can’t fuck, you know that we makin’ the noise
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
[x4]
You makin’ money, I’ve been made that
And that’s your new bitch, I been slayed that
And this a K, I’ll leave you way back
And bitch ass nigga better stay back
Before I bring OG, leg back
And that’s a real nigga, I say that
I might yolk you, get your bitch egg crack
And my bih like can’t seem to take that
I’m winnin’ right now and you head down
I’m rollin’ that blunt, you smoke shake pack
And your favorite rapper a zombie
And on some shit, I ain’t even take that
No, I ain’t even take that, no, I ain’t even take that
Who they want, who they want, Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
[x4]

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky) (MC4 Album) letras

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?
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’mma 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
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
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
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’mma buy the whole lot
Your pussy 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
Montana!