Talk To Me de French Montana

Hold up, hold up, hold up
A hunned racks when I roll up
Money stacks never fold up
Drink that yet, never sober
And we got the city on lock, lock
GTS no top, fuck that lease we on
That’s right bitch fuck that loan
My partner on a pill and about to pop some more
And before I sing this deal I worth 20 hunned racks a show
I be stunting on niggas like wassup
Damn that boy got fire
I get that money more problems
Fuck that ain’t got no problems
Homie you’s a poser, fuck that talk, I showed you
Pull up on them niggas like I told ya
Damn you see that chain, damn that nigga tryna blind me
Coke boy, you know where to find me, Montana

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

Boy I’m bout that chain, stupid wrist, icy chain
And the croc, more damn, boy I move that cane
Get it for the love, no game
See these hating niggas praying
Get a grip, move a brick
Got me saying like a Nixon
Homie off a … grand crew, got me wasted in the club
Sitting… 40 karats in my bracelet
Weapon to the left, weapon to the right, boy I’m a chef
God damn right,
Getting those paper, got me in my zone
We’re almost there, spotlights
Boy I got the wave, I be balling everyday
I be married to the streets, 21 hours pay
I be on my other shit, I don’t see nobody
Switching up vibes, got me …
GP Montana, coke wave,
Couldn’t make it without you,
Shout out to Hose
Whipping up a dream, fuck it, we so say
Murk it, Gp bubble like rose

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

You see them Lambo, that’s when Just Soprano on the scene
To flip a dollar, whip a dream
And pull up right the money team
We in the club, bottles of burb
Be act and blowing stacks
The money train is right on track
We act so hard it’s coming back
The world is mine, I feed for power
Get it grinding, rolling sour
Play state and … for hours, on your ‘partment,
To push the powder
Everything is good, we’re taking over as we should
Let’s spend some plan away, cocaine city, manhood
I wish a monkey would, chop him down where we stood
Hit the ocean with the brick
So dig a ditch in the woods
Back to compensation, getting stacks for conversation
Getting paid to take vacations
If I was you I’d sure be hating
Ladies say I’m super wavy
Yankee jaggers riding navy
If you all suggest you pay me
Big as jig is fucking crazy
The way I whip or lick, …I take the risk
My cold boys on the streets
Will serve me the peace like ludacris

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.

Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
Talk to me daddy, tell me what I wanna hear
All my niggas ok, hey, shout out to Hose
Soprano, GP…don’t mean to be cliché.