Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Said N Done, artist - French Montana.
Date of issue: 05.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Said N Done |
I see ‘em hatin' on the boy huh? |
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? |
Oh my god, oh my god |
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got |
City just turned into the old Iraq |
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot |
Oh my god, oh my god |
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up |
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up |
I’ma show you power of the mula |
I put a sundress on your shooter |
Man they turned their back on your boy huh? |
You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh? |
My god, oh my god |
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now |
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind |
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes |
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches |
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business |
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes |
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes |
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges |
(After) |
After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter) |
(Laughter) |
I’ll be dead 'n' gone |
I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh? |
And they showing up to court huh? |
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh? |
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot |
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot |
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot |
Oh my god, oh my god (Big up, big up) |
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot |
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out |
Whether weather for the winter, Flacko bring 'em out |
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot |
When it drop out, nigga hop out |
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out? |
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay |
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah |
(After) |
As the chain swing on me now |
After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter) |
(Laughter) |
Harlem World will lay you down, made me down |
I’ll be dead 'n' gone |
Go hard or you go home |
She love it when I hit it with my robe on |
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove |
We talkin' raw white, California Rolls |
We talkin' top down, California hoes |
We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes |
I don’t ask twice for the tongue |
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb |
Cartagena, Corleone |
I’m gone, do you smell aroma? |
Drinkin', smoke a whole lot |
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot |
Your pussy wet, don’t lie |
Oh my, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god |
Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone) |
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up (I'll be dead 'n' gone) |
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob (When it’s said 'n' done) |
Oh my god, oh my god |
She love when I hit it with my robe on |
She love when I hit it with my gold on |
Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on |
They don’t love you 'til you’re dead and gone |
Montana! |