Ocho Cinco (feat. Diddy, Red Cafe, Machine Gun Kelly & King Los) - French Montana

Yeah You left me in the cold I was waitin' to see what you said again You bring me above (you bring me above) Straight mischief in my head again, oh (my head) Sometimes, I realize I really need to get away Some things I regret, I wish I could incinerate Life's full of lies, and then you damn die I thought we were in sync, but I misread the signs I was such a fool to think I could make you mine You left me in the cold I was waitin' to see what you said again You bring me above (yeah, yeah) Straight mischief in my head again, oh (mischief in my head) Sometimes, I rеalize that I really need to get away Some nights, my mind has thoughts that I wish I could incinerate Life sells lies you should never buy I got side effects they never advertise I was waitin' to see what you said again (what you said again) You bring me above (you bring me above) Straight mischief in my head again Oh (mischief in my head, mischief in my head) Oh, oh Today, I saw a dotted line with your signature on the contract Your soul is no longer mine, you saw Lucifer and made contact

Money money money Money money money Money money money Hey, hey, everyday, day I hustle, everyday I'm getting money If her pussy good, everyday I'm spending money Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag I ain't got credit but your dog got cash Money money money, stay out of my lane Your team running laps, my team run the game This is America, ain't shit free I need my money tall, at least six three Blacka, blacka, blacka, money money money Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey And I murder everybody, okay everyday, say it Money money money, if you broke, I'm sorry Money money money Money money money That girl need Money money money My people need Money money money What else that girl need? Money money money She getting Money money money She getting Money money money I'm getting Wake up in the morning, take a money shower Now I'm smelling like money, got the money and the power Bad boy money, Martin and Will My face good money, they should put me on the bill I pioneered the jets and the yachts and the shoppers Crushing model chicks throwing minks on the toddlers NASDAQ money, Dow Jones, homes Money money money, motherfucker, daddy's home Cash Money, Young Money, Bad Boy Money Shorty said I boss, never throw toy money So, blah, blah, make that thing Bounce with these hundred dollar bills Now I'm getting money, I ball I remember I had no money at all Now I'm so shallow, name brand apparel I'm in that new, new, everyday wanna battle Blacka, blacka, blacka, money money money Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey And I murder everybody, okay everyday, say it Money money money, if you broke, I'm sorry Money money money Money money money That girl need Money money money My people need Money money money What else that girl need? Money money money She getting Money money money She getting Money money money I'm getting Clap for that money like the booty on shorty then Ya'll just keep clapping, studio audience Told her stretch it out like she do it in the And bust it, bust it, bust it like she snuck a Glock .40 in Daddy gon' show you how a store feel I got millions of ways, young Married to the money, faithful to the millions Got my money up safe as up in ceilings

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)