House Party (Remix) [feat. Meek Mill & Young Chris] - French Montana

When you're young, not much matters When you find something that you care about, then that's all you got When you go to sleep at night, you dream of music When you wake up, it's the same thing It's there in your face, you can't escape it Sometimes when you're young The only place to go is inside, that's just it Music is what I love Take that away from me and I really got nothing Hah-hah! This shit right here, this feel like a million bucks Jerm, make sure I'm coming through clear here Most Dope, what it is? Ladies and gentlemen, you are now in tune to K.I.D.S., uh Motherfucker, I feel like the hardest working kid in America Playing with the pros, I remember being amateur But now I'm rocking shows, see the lights from the camera phones See my people and they hands is up Yeah, the game a girl, trying to tease, but don't plan to fuck My older brother told me that I'm finally manning up, 'cause I've been a fuckup, if you ask me But I'm still praying that my teachers gon' pass me Letters from my soul, scriptures from the Torah Only give you what you like, I'm a station on Pandora Rock a sag, my girl tell me pull my shorts up Rock solid, homie, I'm built Ford tough Sip a little lean, smoke a little weed We just trying to keep it cool, so we blast the AC Some people hate, we tell 'em it's all gravy Yeah, you got your team, but I'm fighting with the navy Battle to the top We in it to win it, we won't stop No more going to stores, but don't cop shit Never go another day with empty pockets Houston, you there? We balling like the Rockets And now these eyeballs dropping out they sockets High honor roll, but not thinking 'bout a college Love with these rhymes, want the cover of Time Man of the Year, got my image stuck in your mind Hold up one second Girl, this my last L, I'ma roll it up with you Cop some brand new shoes, put me in a good mood I'ma bring a couple homies, you can call a couple friends Is there a type of alcohol that you would recommend? Being young so fun, I don't ever want to age Haven't came down in the past five days Just trying to tell it like it is, we the shit You now dealing with some motherfuckin' kids What? Rostrum Records in this bitch (Hah-hah) Thank y'all for tuning in (What up, E?) Let me do what I do Most Dope, thumbs up, Pittsburgh What up, Taylor Gang? RD, ID Labs, Benji Big Jerm, everybody, man Let's do it, yeah It's my time right now K.I.D.S., kicking some incredibly dope shit Bitch

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)

Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir A la noche del camino ir Al del cielo Yo miraba una estrella No puedo vivir Al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir Que al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Del camino Tidadoudi tadoudi tadoudi Lon lei lon lei lon lei Ti loulali talouli dilouli Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací Yo voy caminando A la monta

A fifteen year old kid from Saint Paul Hopped on a train and headed west Got a job at a Saint Mary restaurant Washing dishes and making friends The years went by like the seasons And they brought him a lifetime of joy He bought ten or twelve acres of heaven With a paradise vantage point And he built a cabin at the foot of the mountains That stole his heart when he was a boy On North Fork Road you're almost home Get lost in Montana Where your heart can finally roam Get lost in Montana Where the mountains call you home Get lost forever in Montana His son worked hard in West Glacier His daughter sold souvenirs And he always went back to Polebridge With his family every year To his green tin roof in the Rockies And a sky so full of stars His spirit lives in these mountains Where Montana first stole his heart On North Fork Road you're almost home Get lost in Montana Where your heart can finally roam. Get lost in Montana. Where the mountains call you home Get lost forever in Montana Two words on a bumper sticker Were all I needed to read I found myself for the first time When Montana enchanted me So get lost in the Big Sky country Where adventure calls your name Every moment is worth more than diamonds When you spend time in the Treasure State So get lost in the Big Sky country And let your heart lead the way