Off The Rip (feat. Chinx & N.O.R.E.) - French Montana

When Marimba Rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I grow weak I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now You know how Sway me smooth, sway me now

Yeah Eyo Mash turn me up one time Yeah yeah yeah hey Backwood on my lip Bracelet on my wrist I'm just high as fuck got no fucks to give Dirty on my cup you can take a sip East side where I live they know I'm the shit They know I'm the shit They know I'm the shit People show me love been that way since off the rip Yeah since off the rip Yeah since off the rip People show me love been that way since off the rip Backwood on my lip Bracelet on my wrist I'm just high as fuck got no fucks to give Dirty on my cup you can take a sip East side where I live they know I'm the shit They know I'm the shit yeah They know I'm the shit Backwood on my lip Backwood on my lip They know I'm the shit yeah They know I'm the shit Backwood on my lip Backwood on my lip Backwood on my lip Backwood on my lip People show me love been that way since off the rip Backwood on my lip East side where I live they know I'm the shit They know they know I'm the shit Y'all 'ready know how we do this on this Side We're from indie ass niggas I'm talking independent baby When I say indie I'm talking - We're making that indie music That independent music baby We don't need a deal We are the deal, yeah They know we the shit Got two girls with me in the studio right now Haha, shit Ayo Mash, The' niggas can't stop us man (nah) The' niggas can't stop us man Got that sweet [?] Backwood on my lip Got it fragranced in the lip and shit You already know It's that PTA shit my nigga Let's got

Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama You know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go) Believe what you see, nigga I can't name a rapper that's out here and Breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh) I'm takin' they hoes, Forces Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?) They like how? That don't even match Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby Let's go I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (the four) They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (hah) You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (okay) And no, we don't gotta get money with you Bitch, we gon' get money regardless (huh) I'ma let you do all of the talkin' Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk) And I don't got a cent for a ho She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (huh, huh) She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick I nut in her mouth and she gargle (ew, ew) If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin' Me and her havin' some problems (bitch) We havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (clack, clack) Ayy, when you gon' stop? Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (ooh, ooh) You know how I give it up Fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up Pull off on a nigga like vroom He don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (hah) His baby mama unemployed So she in the club with her ass and her titties out (uh, uh, uh, uh) And we done robbed so many plugs You better check and go ask what my city 'bout Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub Wanted to fuck me, but I only hit her mouth (no cap) Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga Got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out You knowin' 'bout Baby All the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout And no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga I'm cool on that, I got it figured out These niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit I can't relate because I took a bigger loss And these niggas know I been a boss Ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (yeah, yeah) Got diamonds all over my teeth I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss Hold my watch in the air It's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off I'm hittin' this ho on the low She fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (huh) Why you talkin' so low? 'Cause if a nigga find out, and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (vroom, vroom) I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (hah) Hahaha And that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes Like right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know Me and kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit And, uh, I'm still the best rapper Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go) Believe what you see, nigga I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga

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