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letra de wave gods (original) - french montana

[intro]
we wasn’t really doin’ that sh-t for money, dog, we was in there. n-ggas in there talkin’ about our lives, n-ggas is, n-ggas is baldin’ and we was, n-ggas was like blood. we was doin’ our sh-t, that sh-t was fun, we was doin’ that sh-t ’cause we believed in this sh-t. so n-gga don’t really believe in this sh-t no more, it’s like everything’s wannabe if you come out with some sh-t too, too heavy on these n-ggas… that sh-t gon’ fly over these n-gga’s heads. you know i’m sayin’? so i be like d-mn, like i don’t know, like you know what i’m sayin’? i be tryna do it on these n-ggas, what you really wanna do? like you might need some old conscious sh-t man, i’m tellin’ you

[chorus: chris brown & french montana]
now these towns, they all know my name
too many snakes around us, them bright lights are too fake
ooh, this fast money, what can i say?
don’t believe that everyone’s 1 hunna (breezy)
the jealousy could be from the ones you love
ayy, ayy, montana

[verse 1: french montana]
they threw me in the black hole, had to climb up
once chinx p-ssed, i took some time off
they hated on the wave, now they ride the wave
my baby momma trippin’, tryna get my son to hate me
told me, “watch out for diddy, he jerked every artist”
but once i got with diddy, i bought my mom a marble
big homie right, it’s lonely at the top
f-ck rap, he got me right, millions on ciroc
and told rozay, happy b-day, kept it real with me
always kept it hunnid, nowhere near 50
i got straight to the bacon, as-salāmu ʿalayk-m
straight from the jungle to the lion’s gate
never been a f-ckboy, you can ask trina
all the glimpse and chains, n-gga belong to the game
i was ridin’ in the hoopty with the five choppers (brrrr)
now i’m ridin’ in the wraith, b-tch, with 5 oscars (ha)
i was tryna ball like kyle watson
but the system knocked me down like bernard hopkins
sittin’ in the crib dreamin’ about a g5 and benzes
why street rap ain’t sellin’ like kendrick?
if i was you too, i would think it was illuminati
shoot the devil between the eyes for that new bugatti (skrrt)
can’t get to the money when hoes in the way
mac and cheese 4 on the way
montana

[chorus: chris brown]
now these towns, they all know my name
too many snakes around us, them bright lights are too fake
ooh, this fast money, what can i say?
don’t believe that everyone’s 1 hunna
the jealousy could be from the ones you love

[verse 2: chris brown]
(hey! ow!)
i’m like jordan, the .45, respect the shooter (woo!)
you chasin’ molly, i’m chasin’ money like masa musa (woo, woo!)
look at my wallet, look at my n-ggas, we really do it (woo!)
married to the money, b-tch, i need my rest-tution (yeah)
no more actin’ brazy since i had my baby (no)
baby mama crazy but i’m still gon’ make my payments (yeah)
bought a jackson 5, i was brackin’ 5
you know my n-ggas run the street, oh no (woo!)

- french montana

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