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French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

French Montana – Unforgettable (feat. Swae Lee) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me
Since I’ve been with you, ooh
It’s not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know)
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin’ like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin’ good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I’m so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Feelin’ like I’m fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin’ shit you don’t even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
‘Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it

[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me
Since I’ve been with you, ooh
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy?
I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin’ like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin’ good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I’m so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
You ain’t enough for me
Too much for you alone
Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring ’em home
Know the jet’s on me
I’ma curve my best for you, you know
So pick up that dress for me
Leave the rest on
Too much convo for 24 hours
When you stand next to 24 karats
She left her man at home
She don’t love him no more
I want your mind and your body
Don’t mind nobody
So, you don’t ever hurt nobody
Baby girl, work your body, work your body

[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi
Why not?

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

French Montana – Trippin (Jungle Rules Album)

[Verse 1]
Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, "Come on, it’s gettin’ late"
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been?
That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire

[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing

[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

French Montana – A Lie (feat. The Weeknd & Max B) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Max B & French Montana]
Uh, Boss Don shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I’d have a little fun with it
Montana, ow
You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan
Yep, we gon’ get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin’ fix, yeah
Sippin’ all day got me leanin’ off the kickstand
House on my neck, ‘nother house on my wristband
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin’ six pack
No time for restin’ (restin’)
My life’s a mess, end up bein’ a fuckin’ legend (legend)
An icon, tryna cement it (‘ment it)
I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7 (game 7)
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’ (all the time)
I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause my ex is
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
I’m in the cold, rep the north like I’m Trudeau (yeah)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It, it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
I hope the box don’t spread like the rumors
Sad, but it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
We was bite down, now we true’d up (a lie)
She, she say the baby mine’s, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
If I ain’t the hottest in the city, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke
‘Fore, ‘fore I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker (yeah)
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock
Me, me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
And if I ain’t the new Chapo, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
And if he try and tell you we gon’ stop, that’s a lie

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

[Verse 3: Max B]
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
Daddy’ll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Knowin’ I gotta make
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
Told me, "Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man"
Bustin’ quickies and dippin’
That be somethin’ I can’t stand
Other plans, baby, had of late
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain’t talkin’ cereal
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
Baby girl, comin’ home and you can’t stay, oww

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

French Montana – Jump (feat. Travis Scott) (Jungle Rules Album)

Aye, Trav
This one for the wave culture (woooo!)
So prolific, yeah
If they talking ’bout ballin’
We jumping out the gym, baby!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeahhh.(jump)

I jump all day, (straight up), yeah
I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (skrrt)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump, all day.

Foreign cars ain’t rented
Drop tops, juuump in it
Hit it, top down, gang with me
Throwing up five cities
Trapping through the boost phone, buying those minutes
Me and Trav in that four, running through limits
f*cking with your boy, man sky ain’t the limit
Now Sky-Dweller OG five .. with the chemist, ah
I’ve been tweakin’ off the pills with a stick .. and some ‘Yac when I ride through that motherf*cker
Once some good niggas slipping to these hatin’ a*s niggas
So I ain’t playin’ I just (gunshot), graah
Pull up to the rock versuri-lyrics.info
Grab that Filipina, look up at my Opp, way up
Hot, got ice on my hand
Me and Trav juuump out, we ain’t gonna drop the top off, damn
Yeahhh!

I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all day.

I’d rather go fight off the devil
Spend another night in this hell
A*s and titties by the several
Bout to take it up another level
Bout to juuump out on the tropics
With my d*ck out, everybody watching
Running and they ain’t ‘gon stop me
Only way I solve all my problems
‘Bout to go drive my Diablo
Grab the stick and wheel with my eyes closed
All up in yo phone, f*cking on my model
On the narcos, feel like Pablo
Got my first chain, was rose golden
White b*tches on me like I’m Kobe
Turn my jewellery to my trainer
Tell em “ice me,” ’cause I’m swollen.

I juuump all day
I juuump all day
I juuump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all dayyy.

French Montana – Hotel Bathroom (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

French Montana – Bring Dem Things (feat. Pharrell) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams, French Montana, & Harry Fraud]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Mane, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

French Montana – Bag (feat. Ziico Niico) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

French Montana – Migo Montana (feat. Quavo) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Quavo & French Montana]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh

[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone

French Montana – No Pressure (feat. Future) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Future]
Choppa Choppa blang, he a coppa too
Ain’t gonna say no names, he a rapper too

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hoppin’ out foreign cars, 40 deep
Hundred thou’ blowin’ that in AOD
And that’s why I’m the best, fuck with me
‘Cause a nigga flip flop like he standin’ on the beach
Hoppin’ up stage, got my diamonds, dirty dancin’
You know I work dirty, got ’em higher than a parasail
Tell my other bitch I’m on my other bitch, yeah
I just do that shit to make my other bitch jealous
40 in the kitchen and then he whippin’ up the dressin’
Every time you call, I be like, look, hold on, don’t stress me
You know I tuck the 9, like a motherfuckin’ ferris wheel
You want it? You can get it if you wanna learn your lesson

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 2: Future]
Became friends with a dope head (dope head)
To be inside the mind of a dope head
How many crimes in a dope head?
I got that one time for the dope heads
The people love the streets vs. the feds, yeah
Countin’ ’til your thumb numb, hell yeah
Printin’ like a money presser, hell yeah
You can smell the fragrance in the air, yeah
Put you in the loop, I make my own laws
Last six summers, we had no falls
And we still stashin’ hundreds in the brick walls
Paid my dog commissary almost no cost

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 3: French Montana & Future]
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure

French Montana – Push Up (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
In the [?], lights behind the [?]
Drink a sip of heaven, I’ma do it for my dog
Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
They don’t want no money, niggas actin’ groupie
I’ve been ridin’ in a Benz, bustin’ with the beams
I just want the paper, I don’t need no friends
I was ridin’ with the oh, oh, feelin’ like I’m Guwop
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
I be ridin’ with [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Ridin’ in a V, watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Verse 2]
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Married to the mob, that’s word to my mama
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
I’ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?]
In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci
Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it
Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

[Outro]
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it

French Montana – Stop It (feat. T.I.) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: French Montana]
I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

French Montana – Black Out (feat. Young Thug) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: French Montana]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

[Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug]
Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house
Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house
Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make ’em tap out
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
Livin’ so marvelous, we ready to smoke
I think I’m a gangsta, I’m Jeffrey, I’m Sosa
I came out the ‘Nolia, huh
I ride with my brodie, huh
We leavin’ ’em cozy, huh
‘Cause they thinking they know me, huh
Man that donkey made me black out
All the millions, man, we black out
All the cars, man, black out
All that work, made we black out
Brand new old lady sittin’ beside me
I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

[Verse 2: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
Okay, get it
Hop up out the mothafuckin’ Bentley with a big ol’ pistol on my side
I don’t want nathan with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon’ die
All these niggas think I’m gay ’cause the way I wear my trousers
Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga
Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin’ cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like a fuckin’ monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

[Outro: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

French Montana – Formula (feat. Alkaline) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 1]
Dem nae waan me here
Lee Milla, anuh like me care
Just a go fi do the job
And when me done, get the fuck outta there
Me live mi young life without no fear
And if me go away, tell mi fans dem, nuh cry no tear
Mi legacy will never die, I swear
Dem a bawl already and me d’even inna mi prime, I swear
Come like me born before mi time, I swear
Dem say dem happy fi me, but we know…

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 2]
Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But, me know the pussy dem…

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Bridge]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
Ackee Walk have the formula
Vendetta have the formula
Yow Frass, we have the formula
Common have the formula
Rosalee have the formula

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi mek the fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 1]
Dem nae waan me here](12156506)
Lee Milla, anuh like me care
Just a go fi do the job
And when me done, get the fuck outta there
Me live mi young life without no fear
And if me go away, tell mi fans dem, nuh cry no tear
Mi legacy will never die, I swear
Dem a bawl already and me d’even inna mi prime, I swear
Come like me born before mi time, I swear
Dem say dem happy fi me, but we know…

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 2]
Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But, me know the pussy dem…

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Outro]
From you a work you have the formula…

French Montana – Famous (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn’t stand a chance
There’s no way you would go for a man like me if you had options

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I’ll always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Fly low with the angel
I said "fake it ’till you make it"
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you "stick to the basics"
The empire started in the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken
You know it might cut ya
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if your mama know
When they get too close for playing
[?]
Because no one gonna love you like I do

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

[Bridge]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

French Montana – Too Much (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Outro]
Montana!

Mura Masa – Messy Love (Mura Masa Album)

[Chorus]
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love

[Verse]
Yeah, girl, I’ve always been a hard hitter
Deep convictions to the bone
I never wanted you to try me
But you refuse to take my note
Don’t you think that we should be together?
Say our prayers to the same ghost
We know that we don’t have forever
So tell me what it is you want
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love

[Hook]
Will [you] be my girl now

Mura Masa – Nuggets (feat. Bonzai) (Mura Masa Album)

[Intro]
…romantic love has been distilled into algorithms of data where love is reduced to nothing more than the neurotransmitter dopamine, biochemically no different than addiction to cocaine. Imagine that, right?

[Verse 1]
Bam, instantly face the injection
Kickin’ in, feel the effects in a second
Pace, it’s not like the rest
One more drop, it’ll put a fuckin’ hole through your chest like bam
Now name your direction
Are you gonna go for the blue or the red one?
Once you begin, ease your way in
That shit hits and you’re in for the long run

[Pre-Chorus]
And by the sounds of it, regretting your clear neglect
Put [?] and get back
Begging is all you know

[Chorus]
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
They try to chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn
‘Cause I got, I got
I got, I got, I got nuggets, bitch

[Verse 2]
When I touch base with the contenders
I relay the rules to remember
Don’t cave if I let you in under my skin
Lights out by 10 like bam
A taste to the dreams in your head
Taste to the dreams in your head
Run out of drum, go get you some
That shit hits and you’re in for the long run

[Pre-Chorus]
And by the sounds of it, regretting your clear neglect
Put [?] and get back
Begging is all you know

[Chorus]
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn
‘Cause I got, I got
I got, I got, I got nuggets, bitch

[Outro]
‘Cause we were all young and happy and had no problems and now everyone’s fucked

Mura Masa – Love$Ick (feat. A$AP Rocky) (Mura Masa Album)

Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok?
The weather cold
The weather so
Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll
Cause I’m sipping Pro’
Yeah that ‘meth is pro’
Promethazine, yeah a stepping stone
Oh they acting up? Get your weapon drawn
They only killing time, another second gone
I heard your man ain’t home
Now you melatone
But you acting young
And you hella drunk
I need you
I want you
(And I swear to God, you gon’ miss me when I’m gone)
I need you
(I’m a lovesick fuck)
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
Okay she giving me love
But it fuck my energy up
Every time it finna be summer, only got the memories up
And now we industry lovers
They making enemies of us
I mean sometimes we in public they drain this energy from us
Visit Italia, be my señorita
La vida or I be there either way you need a reason
I ain’t talking bout MasterCards, debit cards either
Credit charge, kermit the frog, margaritas
Yeah, I heard she got a main homie
Yeah, you wanna lay the hands on me
But you should see the way she dance on me
Yeah, wishing I ain’t had no pants on me
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I want you
I’m lovesick fuck
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck

Mura Masa – 1 Night (feat. Charli Xcx) (Mura Masa Album)

You are somethin’ special, oh-woah
Twenty carats, solid gold
What we had was precious, oh-woah
But I had to let you go
We had a connection, oh-woah
But I’m not the type of girl who wants
Serious affection, oh-woah
It doesn’t belong in my world
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go?
It was only one night
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go back to where we were?
It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go back to where we were?
It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go back to where we were?
Got that chain reaction, oh-woah
Didn’t know what it was worth
Sixteen million mentions, oh-woah
Ain’t pickin’ up the whole damn earth, no no no
We had a connection, oh-woah
But I’m not the type of girl, oh you
You are an exception, oh yeah
Yeah, you blew my mind, I wanna rewind
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go?
It was only one night
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go back to where we were?
It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go back to where we were?
It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go?
Do you wanna go back to where we were?
It was only one night
Do you wanna?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, do you wanna?
It was only one night

Mura Masa – All Around The World (feat. Desiigner) (Mura Masa Album)

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, git, git!
Thank God I got it
Thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, cut the checks, they watchin’
Thank God I be gettin’, can’t stop it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I be countin’ this money
Thank God, thinkin’, livin’, they funny
Livin’ close, yeah and countin’ these hundreds, oh shit
I be livin’ life on the ball shit
I’mma cop me a wheel and I ghost it
Black and white, it’s the panda, the ghost is
Give a toast to the Grammy’s, I go shit
All night with the bag
All night with the swag
All night with the bag
All
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, yeah, yeah
They say I go, got it, I go, get
I’m on top of the world on my ball shit
In the party, get it started, get retarded
Baby what’s your favorite color Aston Martin?
Gotta hit on the gas just to get it started
Gotta kick on the gas just to get it started
Hear the ‘Rari, hear it mumble, hear it roar
Say that she hate monsters
Engine started, she hate monsters
Engine farted, she hate monsters
Get retarded, I’m just chillin’
I trap out of golden Beamers
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
Got them mad ’cause I drill and they all defeated
I be ridin’, keep sayin’, "Lord, ’cause I need it"
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
‘Cause he help me come back from all my demons
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on

Mura Masa – What If I Go? (feat. Bonzai) (Mura Masa Album)

Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
I [?] all that ethylene
Wouldn’t miss a thing
When you’re lost on your own and you’re wondering
If I’m following
Just know where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Luck of the draw, you
That’s my lottery won
A gem in the rough
I could be your finishing touch
So where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Go, going, going, oh
Is it really like this?
See your lightning
Shining brightly through a haze
A little [?] and arrow
Smoke and mirrors
Blue and icy
Meet my gates
Boom my heartbeat
Slide but block love
Slow to get up
Hard to say
You fill my head with madness
Good and bad
Don’t be the one that got away
Got away
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
And every night spend without your face
Has been shattering
I color my world in a violet shade to hide the pain
And you go solo no longer
I be, I be good for sure
Luck of the draw, you
That’s my lottery won
A gem in the rough
I could be your finishing touch
So where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Go, going, going, oh
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
(I’m going)
Where ever you go
(I’m going with you)
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
(Where ever you go)
Where ever you go
(I’m going with you)
Going with you bae
(I’m going with you bae)
Going with you bae
(Yeah)

Mura Masa – Firefly (feat. Nao) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
Pavement’s burning into gold
Embers risin’ up into night flights
Up on my back, I feel the static and awe
Tripping the wire, surrounded in time
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know

[Chorus]
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all

[Post-Chorus]
Just say, "yes"
Just say, "yes"
Just say, I’d rather have everything than nothing at all
Just say, "yes"

[Verse 2]
Starry-eyed and under folds
Images, I pictured in skies
Trickling, I tried to close
Negative weight on my back, I feel the the static and awe
Tripping the wire, surrounded in time
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know

[Chorus]
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all

[Post-Chorus]
Just say, "yes"
Just say, "yes"
Just say, I’d rather have everything than nothing at all
Just say, "yes"

Mura Masa – Nothing Else! (feat. Jamie Lidell) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
I used to live in magazines
Yeah, they had me dreaming of another world
Thought that all those shiny things
Might give a little meaning to my lonely world

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, distractions
Needless to say, I was caught up with them everyday
But you can take my shit, burn my clothes
I know this is it

[Chorus]
Your love’s more precious than gold
Your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Your love’s more precious, your love’s more precious than gold
‘Cause nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you

[Verse 2]
I miss so many unrepeatable things
Living in my material world
Convinced myself time and time again that I could win
Without giving anything of myself

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, distractions
Needless to say, I was caught up with them everyday
But you can take my shit, burn my clothes
I know this is it

[Chorus]
Your love’s more precious than gold
Your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Gold, your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you

[Bridge]
I was caught up in the bling bling bling
But diamond candy, it don’t mean a thing, no
‘Cause nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you

[Outro]
Could live it up in a mansion
Sleeping in a single bed
They used to get my attention
But now I choose you instead, instead

Mura Masa – Helpline (feat. Tom Tripp) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
Think I’m off my head
One more drink and I might be dead
And I know that I’m a mess
Got no money left in my Natwest
Think I’m off my head
Think I’m off my head

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s 25 past 10 and again I’m all alone
Can’t remember what I said
But I bet it went something like, something like
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever

[Chorus]
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
I know what I felt, would you send me a helpline?

[Verse 2]
Think I lost my head, can’t find my phone
And I wanna know when I got back home
Think I lost my head
Think I lost my head

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s 25 past 10 and again I’m all alone
Can’t remember what I said
But I bet it went something like, something like
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever

[Chorus]
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
I know what I felt, would you send me a helpline?

[Outro]
I said, Gina
I’m saying, Gina

Mura Masa – Second 2 None (feat. Christine & The Queens) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
You broke my heart by stayin’
Under the Earth forsaken
They broke my heart by meanin’
All of the words they said this evenin’
Outside the world is reachin’
None of me is engagin’
It broke my heart to see you
So tall and ready in the early mornin’

[Chorus]
And what do they think they’ve done?
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
And how can they think you’ve gone?
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none

[Verse 2]
You said this world was fallin’
Feet on the ground, then jumpin’
It used to live all through you
This sense of hope, remorse of belonging
Rockin’ my head right to you
Hard workers are still lied to
My point sent back for your sake
I know there are more wishes to make

[Chorus]
And what do they think they’ve done?
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
And how can they think you’ve gone?
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none

[Outro]
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
Second to them, you’re…
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none

Mura Masa – Who Is It Gonna B (feat. A. K. Paul) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
Babe, every day you deny me, love gets stronger
Maybe one day you’ll hear me
See the way we’re going
Don’t you know you confuse me
Don’t you know that you’re breaking me down
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Front Line and centre baby, making you look at me
Tell me, who is it gonna be?
I’m thinking, should I put down the time?
Can see that you’re the cautious kind
And I know that i’m a wildcard more than he
Tell me, who is it gonna be, yeah

[Hook]
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel

[Verse 2]
Babe, every step you take backwards, I get closer
Inner strength to hold back you
I need guidance and light
Don’t you know you could lose me
Don’t you know (don’t you know)
That you’re breaking us down, oh

[Chorus]
Front Line and centre baby, making you look at me
Tell me, who is it gonna be?
I’m thinking, should I put down the time?
Can see that you’re the cautious kind
And I know that i’m a wildcard more than he
Tell me, who is it gonna be, yeah

[Hook]
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel

[Bridge]
Ever since that christmas eve when I kissed you
I’ve been waiting in a crazy love
I need that special (you’re safe with me)

[Outro]
Don’t you know, you’ve been breaking me down
Then you call, you wander on the frozen ground
Don’t you know, you, testing me now
Don’t you serve ghost (serve ghost), love me (love me)
(Do you love me, do you love me now?)
Wanna hurt me?
Don’t you know, you, breaking me down
Then you call, you wander on the frozen ground
Don’t you know, you, testing me now
Don’t you serve ghost (serve ghost), love me (love me)
(Do you love me, do you love me now?)
Wanna hurt me?

Mura Masa – Blu (feat. Damon Albarn) (Mura Masa Album)

[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love

[Verse 1]
I can’t get you out my mind
You send me pictures
I ain’t calling crisis
You send the pictures

[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love

[Verse 2]
If your harp is charged and loaded
Wait for time to come
It might take you to Rome
It’s all about religion
It’s all about constructing the chemical reliance on

[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love

Wizkid – Sweet Love (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
All I need is one love
All I need is your love, yeah
Sweet love, baby, yeah
All I need is your love, yeah
Yeah
Baby girl nobody afii know (afii know)
Baby girl watin concern them
Baby girl keep it on de low (on de low)
Baby girl nothing concern them
E ma lo go e ma lo fara we mi oh
E ma lo fara we baby mi oh
E ma lo iso kuso saye mi oh
E fimisile de ku sha ye mi oh
Sweet love, oh
Give me sweet love, oh
Give me my love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Give me sweet love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love, yeah
Give me my love, my love
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Toba ba oni shakara pade
Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh
Oje loun jeh
Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni
Toba ba oni shakara pade
Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh
Oje loun jeh
Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni
Shakara baby
Would you hold me
Would you hold me please
Shakara, shakara baby
Come and touch me
Baby make me feel, yeah
Sweet love, oh
Give me sweet love, oh
Give me my love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Give me sweet love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love, yeah
Give me my love, my love
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love

Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake) (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer