Lyrics Money, Money, Money - French Montana, Cheeze

Money, Money, Money

La Música de Harry Fraud
French, they don’t do it like you, baby
Ah man
We in Orleans, how 'bout that?
Let’s go
Shit be so soulful
Money money money, money money money
Money money money, money money money
Got her wetter than Katrina, I be yelling «hello»
I yell it everytime I see her
I be hoppin out the Double R, yelling': «Hello, Montana, baby»
Got me speeding like a nigga pressed fast-forward
High up in the plane, sstates lookin like a chess board
She don’t trust me, it don’t matter how far I go
Told her I’m the best for her, you know I keep it down low
Met her on Melrose, buying Valentino
Shorty ass shaking like C-Lo
Casino, tranquilize her
Exercise her
Escalator
I’m getting money, I be yellin out «fuck a hater»
Money money money, money money money
Money money money, money money money
Money come around me, bad bitches come around me
Chocolate chick, nickname her Brownie
That she rolled up with that Saudi
Black Benz sittin' outside, but my whip is cloudy
Eyes low, lookin drowsy
'Bout to go and get this money
'Bout to go and get this money
Flow sick like the cold
Check your nose, it might be runny
Make it stretch, like a scrunchy
Shit is real like the country
Better suit 'em up, shoot 'm up
ACG polo, boot 'm up
Cheeze and Montana, the tracks crack where we do that at
Broke, never heard of that
Coope flying, swervin' black
Took it back, red and black
Lumberjack
Bitch pussy shock the shit out of a nigga
Call that thundercat
Coke wave make the best movie, but we got the best Jacoozi
Got me feelin woozey
Pockets tellin jokes, call that funny money
Money money money, money money money
Money money money, money money money