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French Montana – Didn’t Get Far Lyrics


 Didn’t Get Far Lyrics – French Montana

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Yeah, yeah

Big bag like Santa Claus

No, no (Hitmaka)

That loopy wave

Yeah, baby

The aroma smell like that Dyckman hookah

Montega, han

Black coffee, the glasses same color molasses

Same night at the Aspens (Ah), mami shakin’ asses

Far from the hood but close enough to caption (Yeah)

Not the ‘Gram one night thousand grand (Yeah)

You do the math

She won’t bounce back even if I threw the pass

Lion Head, Medusa mask, han (Han)

I hit the bottom and flip

I got juice, you can bottle me up (Up)

And sell me for a lottery pick (Ah)

We live likе the Vikings, you ain’t gettin’ far

If you confuse bеtween the hoes and the wifin’

Merge like a hyphen, it ain’t about the money (Money)

I ain’t tryna lose the excitement

Montana

Wouldn’t get far

I tried but I wouldn’t get far

My bad that I didn’t get far

It’s my fault that I didn’t get far

I tried but I didn’t get far (You see everybody ain’t gon’ make it)

My bad that I didn’t get far

My fault that I didn’t get far (It’s a fact of life and you gotta respect that, yo OG tell ’em)

I tried but I didn’t get far, didn’t get far (But don’t let it hold you back though, look, yeah)


For the hood niggas front of bodegas in leathers (Yeah)

For the bad bitches dressed in Bottega Veneta (Yeah)

This that real shit that you bootleggers could never (Could never)

This that cold summer, this ain’t no regular weather (Woo)

We made positives out of a negative era (For real)

Boys I’m runnin’ with, we used to play Sega together (For real)

You can catch me and French out in Vegas for cheddar

Beat the streets and got paid like McGregor, Mayweather

Uh, pray when I get in the car

‘Cause a lot of niggas tried but they didn’t get far

You know the alphabet boys always spittin’ them bars

Gotta stay on your P’s and Q’s when you’re settin’ them odds

And that’s why I’m in the Cullinan (Yeah)

With the shotguns where you stick the umbrellas in, I hope it don’t rain

Streets got love for me, hope it don’t change

But I know they take shots with a scope at close range

Like I know these fly bitches love open-toe wings

And the money change shit like remote controls, man (Man)

Came through all-white, poppin’ gold chains

I was givin’ out shit like the Oprah show came (Look)

Drip can’t save you if they aimin’ to kill it

They’ll shoot at the low goal like they Damian Lillard (Uh)

This goes out to those who should’ve got further

Locked up or got murdered, I gotta do it since

Wouldn’t get far

I tried but I wouldn’t get far

My bad that I didn’t get far

It’s my fault that I didn’t get far

I tried but I didn’t get far

My bad that I didn’t get far

My fault that I didn’t get far

I tried but I didn’t get far, didn’t get far


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