Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First of the Month, artist - French Montana. Album song Goon Music 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Record label: Evil Empire
Song language: English
First of the Month |
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo |
We say «Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E» |
(We got, we got) |
She cop it and she love to stay high |
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time |
So pop the top, we’ll put one in ya girl |
This is that bone bone bone, let’s smoke a couple pieces and chill |
I got these bitches looking thirst' for a blunt |
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month |
Started out as a little itty baby in this cold, cold world |
His poppa had a boy and girl, stressed her momma out |
Now she doin' drugs, moving through the city streets |
Clean teeth, used to have them pretty feet |
Now she pretty weak, from the drug use, fucking all them ballers for they cash |
There’s war when I got pot to pass, flew 'em in |
Dolo in the crib, tryna fix something to eat |
Tryna get something that’s sweet so we can sleep, «Don't lay on the sheets» |
Momma she be dripping blood, from the needle in and out of veins |
This joint gon' bring you lots of pain, lots of rain |
Staring out the window as my poppa waving bye to me |
«Baby where the TV, why you lie to me» |
Riding we, gunning from my robberies, treating 'em like bitches from the past |
Style on 'em as I watch 'em pass |
Watch that nigga dash like he in and out |
Carlo, he told me, «Wrap that package up and send it out» |
It’s the first of the month |
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo |
We say «Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E» |
(We got, we got) |
She cop it and she love to stay high |
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time |
So pop the top, we’ll put one in ya girl |
This is that bone bone bone, let’s smoke a couple pieces and chill |
I got these bitches looking thirst' for a blunt |
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month |
They had a nigga sitting in the county jail wondering |
«What's life, I am done with' it». |
Run with' it |
Baby you can be a star, won’t you just ask Maxi B |
Look at how I’m running through they faculty. |
Back to back with me |
Was my right hand, telling all my business in the street |
Said I got it from Dyckman, lightning, piping |
Hot, we got burners, and them bundles, we can furnish |
Done seen niggas get murdered, I can tell you more |
Pumping out the corner store, kept my little look-out in the front |
My dudes just moved 'em out the trunk |
«Million Dollar Baby Volume One and Two» I love it boo |
Classic like that G-funk sound, I fucks with you |
Biggavell, I don’t think you really know, how wavy you are |
You’s a star. |
The fiends, I let 'em park my car |
Dipping out the back when I see the Jakes |
She need a taste. |
Chasin' that paper, she left a trace |
It’s the first of the month |
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo |
We say «Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E» |
(We got, we got) |
She cop it and she love to stay high |
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time |
So pop the top, we’ll put one in ya girl |
This is that bone bone bone, let’s smoke a couple pieces and chill |
I got these bitches looking thirst' for a blunt |
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month |
My grandma passed, I really miss her. |
Couldn’t go to the funeral and kiss her |
In the cell I was staring at her picture |
She never liked my way of life, told me I would pay the price |
Riding on my foes got me gliding on these hoes |
Feeling like some other type of nigga |
Come and fuck with the Bigga, we can live it up |
One day I’m gon' give it up |
Be a family man and settle down with a wife and kid. |
Nigga you so trifling |
Nigga don’t be tryna spit that righteous shit, you ain’t but a bitch |
And baby I don’t like that shit |
Staying out late, tryna come home when you want |
Tryna come and roll a blunt, tryna come and go for what |
You ain’t really wanna be my man, Max. |
Damn, Max |
Baby you best to stand back. |
I can’t stand that |
Every time you get around your friends you be, starting yo shit again |
On the first of the month |
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo |
We say «Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E» |
(We got, we got) |
She cop it and she love to stay high |
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time |
So pop the top, we’ll put one in ya girl |
This is that bone bone bone, let’s smoke a couple pieces and chill |
I got these bitches looking thirst' for a blunt |
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month |