歌手:French Montana
专辑:《They Got Amnesia》

作词 : Karim Kharbouch
作曲 : Karim Kharbouch
Fresh out the gate

We gon' flood 'em

You know what it is
Hitmaka
It's that Morrocan Sahara desert where the ocean at

Sound

Montana Romano
Turn it up 'til you can't turn
Han ayy
I'm past different
Different
Five b***hes I Saks Fifth 'em
They smoke w**d but that Morrocan hash different
Ha
Glass box to glass whippin'
Skrr
One of one bag different
Born Muslim but the tag Christian

Golden beach mansion
Mansion
2002 Steve Francis
Too hard for your weak glances

They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada
Jada
And when they drop the bond I'ma free the Wave up
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I cop crabs by the kilometers cruisin' through Medina
Medina
Black hawk risin' like the phoenix
The phoenix
Six feet it don't get more under
'Til then glass floors with the pitbulls under
Competition full of tricks and bundles
Tricks and bundles
That's a sport
Sport
Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court
Don't get me started
Started
My crib decarted
Decarted
From New York but ain't no squares in my garden
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ha
Yeah don't it feel like
Like
The rain's on my side

Side
'Cause when it feels right
Right
My hands touch the sky
Sky
Pardon my high
High
Pardon the mood
Mood
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high
High
Pardon the mood
Mood Double M
Pardon my vibe
The Greatest M M Maybach Music
Meditate back on these clowns my head in the clouds

Whoever did me foul sure regrettin' now
Huh
I play the music loud when I'm d**kin her down

I decorate the crib they call it nostalgia

I bet the way I live they find it arousin

It is what it is impeccable housin
Water blue champagne
Huh
Not with the jake I'm with a duffel on my campaign
Ha
Fast money still I suffer from my lack of patience

Back to basics broke n***as vaccinations

Me and French Hall of Fame comin' off the bench
What
A Richard Millie new McLaren and the baddest b***h
Huh
My doors butterfly for the summertime
The Biggest
Top floor of the when she one of mine
Ooh
The lobsters ravioli and that's for the guys
Hey yeah yeah yeah
That's the sunset my hitters on the rise
Yeah don't it feel like
Like
The rain's on my side

Side
'Cause when it feels right
Right
My hands touch the sky
Sky
Pardon my high
High
Pardon the mood
Mood
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high

High
Pardon the mood
Mood
Pardon my vibe
Vibe
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
It feel good don't it

Oh oh oh ooh woah

Yeah it feel good don't it

Don't it feel like

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh