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(French Montana) My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh Everythin' you want you don't need And don't believe everythin' you read And only half what you see (French Montana) I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only half what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh (French Montana) It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war We goin' to war (wall to wall) My money's stacked up (wall to wall) My shows' packed up (wall to wall) Her ass stepped up (wall to wall) Got my money up, we goin' to war (French Montana) Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends Till they called it love Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers 'Bout to go to war Prices on your head, I'm a spend it Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it On my son, I was in it, I was in it Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minute I'm shinin' every minute Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop I done counted ten mills when that ball dropped Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock (French Montana) I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only half what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh (French Montana) It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war We goin' to war (wall to wall) My money's stacked up (wall to wall) My shows' packed up (wall to wall) Her ass stepped up (wall to wall) Got my money up, we goin' to war (Raekwon) Frozen fishscale, you better go to Ishmael Tiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grille Knots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fair Say "yeah," feed your brother, be's a one, shit Enough money to slum kids, kings with pillows Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters Take money suitcases, bracelets, cake mix Come out the hole, this is weight flicks So much bread, we build lead houses Run in the shed, see dead thousands


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