Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) - French Montana

Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say (Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!) Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it H-town my second home like I'm James Harden Money counter go burrr, when you sellin' out the Garden Four car garage, pornstar ménage Birdman go brrr cause he know this shit retarded Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed That's what your ass really call it started from the bottom, yes lord OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas, Knew that we would make it never doubted my niggas All my bitches love me If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas Aye that's luxury dawg, day one niggas man ya'll stuck with me dawg Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school Fuck with me dawg, yeah No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say (Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!) Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh tho All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress tho Smoke good I love life, strip club like erry night Every night my same niggas day one straight menace (Rozay!) No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say (Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!) Ugh, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places Bitch we good-fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just pall bearers And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one Tunechi No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say (Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!) Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck them other niggas cuz' I'm down for my niggas

It was all a dream Yeah, homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team And I got all of my niggas behind me And they, give me the love I need Yeah, I got my foot in the door Still hustling for more Checking the game Now I'm back in the light Yeah, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired I am absolutely positively on my grizzy Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me I give it all up before I let the fame get me I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claiming victory Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate? We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right Oh, you better be broke because the time's right Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them He leaned over and told just don't retire on them And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them And when they love you to death, just never die on them And the question still remains Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain? Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game I'm happy to be back man... I'm tired of these haters That's why I go hard like AC Slater Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado Uh, I'm sick of being criticized That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized I keep a red flag case I get penalized Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team Who trying to see us? You seeing things Hustle like I still pay rent man Got a chest full of heart no tin man Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up Flow wake the dead up Weezy Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94 So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought Records that I hold Records that I've sold Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar I'm on fire, you're just a lighter You're going to wake up and realize

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)