Album Name

They Got Amnesia

Artist

French Montana

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.11.19

Release Agency

Sony Music

Mm mm-mm mm-mm
Yeah yeah
Big bag like Santa Claus
No no Hitmaka
That loopy wave
Yeah baby
The aroma smell like
that Dyckman hookah
Montega han
Black coffee the glasses
same color molasses
Same night at the Aspens Ah
mami shakin' asses
Far from the hood
but close enough to caption Yeah
Not the 'Gram one night
thousand grand Yeah
You do the math
She won't bounce back
even if I threw the pass
Lion Head Medusa mask han Han
I hit the bottom and flip
I got juice
you can bottle me up Up
And sell me for a lottery pick
Ah
We live likе the Vikings
you ain't gettin' far
If you confuse
bеtween the hoes and the wifin'
Merge like a hyphen
it ain't about the money Money
I ain't tryna lose the excitement
Montana
Wouldn't get far
I tried but I wouldn't get far
My bad that I didn't get far
It's my fault
that I didn't get far
I tried but I didn't get far
You see everybody
ain't gon' make it
My bad that I didn't get far
My fault that I didn't get far
It's a fact of life
and you gotta respect that
yo OG tell 'em
I tried but I didn't get far
didn't get far
But don't let it hold
you back though look yeah
For the hood niggas
front of bodegas
in leathers Yeah
For the bad bitches
dressed in Bottega Veneta
Yeah
This that real shit
hat you bootleggers could never
Could never
This that cold summer
this ain't no regular weather
Woo
We made positives out
of a negative era For real
Boys I'm runnin' with
we used to play Sega together
For real
You can catch me
and French out
in Vegas for cheddar
Beat the streets and got paid
like McGregor Mayweather
Uh pray when I get in the car
'Cause a lot of niggas tried
but they didn't get far
You know the alphabet boys
always spittin' them bars
Gotta stay on your P's and Q's
when you're settin' them odds
And that's why I'm
in the Cullinan Yeah
With the shotguns
where you stick the umbrellas in
I hope it don't rain
Streets got love for me
hope it don't change
But I know they take shots
with a scope at close range
Like I know these fly bitches
love open-toe wings
And the money change shit
like remote controls man Man
Came through all-white
poppin' gold chains
I was givin' out shit
like the Oprah show came Look
Drip can't save you
if they aimin' to kill it
They'll shoot at the low goal
like they Damian Lillard Uh
This goes out to those
who should've got further
Locked up or got murdered
I gotta do it since
Wouldn't get far
I tried but I wouldn't get far
My bad that I didn't get far
It's my fault
that I didn't get far
I tried but I didn't get far
My bad that I didn't get far
My fault that I didn't get far
I tried but I didn't get far
didn't get far