Album Name

Jungle Rules

Artist

French Montana

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.07.18

Release Agency

Sony Music

On the count of three
I want everyone to say it
Rock party
Hold up baba
On the count of three
I want everyone to say it
I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy
1 2 3
I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy
You lured me in
with those whiskey eyes
You'll 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
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 Sigel 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 what it glitter
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
Count it first we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches hit the mall up
International superstar you know
You lured me in
with those whiskey eyes
You'll 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
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 younger son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo DC with a model
That's 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
A- 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 Bronx 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
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
You lured me in
with those whiskey eyes
You'll 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