Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hello Baby , by - French Montana. Song from the album Dope Couture, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.11.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Hello Baby |
| Chasing after green gods |
| Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized |
| Momma ain’t stressin' she know that its all good |
| My number one goal is to get her out the hood |
| Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section |
| Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons |
| Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction |
| Let you know that we ain’t flexing, you quickly gon' get ejected |
| Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks |
| Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back |
| You ever seen death around the corner |
| Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya |
| Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna |
| It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya Man |
| Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit |
| Stuntin' hard and never had shit |
| Remember me with them nappy braids? |
| When I was down on my last shit? |
| Bet them niggas wasn’t mad then |
| Took advantage I asked them |
| For a shot at this, start laughing |
| It took a year or two and I passed them |
| Y’all niggas all look like haters |
| You ain’t even put your dawg on paper |
| Word around that you tricking on bitches |
| Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it Now everybody catching these vapors |
| Now everybody want and need favors |
| Southside, NY in Jamaica |
| Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it With 100 niggas 'hind me North side down in Philly where you find me Riding 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom |
| I whip the Bentley like a johnny |
| Watching out for the 2−11 robbery |
| Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect |
| Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!) |
| Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems (shit!) |
| Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!) |
| Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers (shit!) |
| Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster |
| Show me some evidence |
| Never was better than nor was you relevant |
| I’m too competitive |
| Walk in the club, get my .357 in My level on excellent |
| I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it You told 'em we selling it A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant |
| Who the fuck just let the devil in Come to my city they treat me like president |
| Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling |
| I had that La La and Melo, was selling them nicks for J.R. Smith |
| Niggas try to kill me but they all miss |
| My down fall what they all wish |
| Had a lot of homies but they all switched |
| Word up my nigga |
| I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something |
| You looking bad I prolly throw you something |
| I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' |
| I caught cases never told 'em nothing |
| I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!) |
| Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck 'em!) |
| Man it ain’t a thang got the thang on me Man I see a clearport plane on me You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check |
| Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet |
| Ballin' every time I take a shot I hit the net |
| And everyday niggas want the money for respect |
| I ain’t trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes |
| Shoppin' 'til the mall close |
| Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos |
| I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told |
| Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes |
| I’m just with my niggas spinning hella blocks |
| Bad bitch on all my Banshee I’m like twelve o' clock |
| Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block |
| In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops |
| I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something |
| You looking bad I prolly throw you something |
| I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' |
| I caught cases never told 'em nothing |
| Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said I changed man they changed on me Man it ain’t a thang got the thang on me Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide |
| What’s your grandma name |
| What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name |
| What’s your grandma name |
| What’s my grandma name |
| I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something |
| You looking bad I prolly throw you something |
| I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' |
| I caught cases never told 'em nothing |