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[Intro: Koko Taylor] Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright Oh, yeah Coke boy, baby, baby, baby [Verse 1: French Montana] Ha, yeah, graduated while I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me, and life and death is half-related (H-half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a hundred million Askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' some Half a David, freedom got confiscated We mob-relate, John Gotti, rico, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators, makin' Salaat on a [?] Black glove, hot slug for these cold women Militant like the Middle East, go for menages 69, said 6ix9ine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity, triangle officers label in [?] Yeah, Allah prophet They hit your brain, mop it, clean What type of [?]? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like Oda Guarantee she knew tricks to old dawgs (Bom-bom-bom) [ [Refrain]: French Montana] I told mama pray for me, baby, wait here for me God and Cain, waitin' for me; the hate, came from me Millions I made from it; chains, waitin' for me Change, I made from it; Montana ain't a dummy, uh [Verse 2: French Montana] New year, half a mil', face on the bill (Bill), here, Cabo chill Desperado with an ar like the top, Montana John stop If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part Mama raise us all, and you been a [?] Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba Lost Jinks, lost Macs, lost [?] Drinkin', smokin' feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) [?] like [?], mans like rainbow smoke, 41 shots like Diego Shout-out to Abel, I turn the Weekends to the Weekdays Djs to the pjs, the week like four nights and three days Yes, I big like the kid from [?], just us Stylist out be dressin', bitches gon' be stressin' Money with the best of them, C. R. E. A. M. Like Method I made it even and the game is odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God [ [Refrain]: French Montana] Tell mama to pray for me; feds got a name for me Cell waitin' for me Mils' I made from it; chains, waitin' for me Change, I made from it; Montana ain't a dummy, uh [Outro] La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher
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