Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana
And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)
And I'll use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)
And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, Morocco)
But I missed you more than I thought I would (it's the intro, haan)
And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac & Cheese 5, ah)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, baow-baow-baow)
Get ready to rumble (haan)
Woo
Baow-baow-baow
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana
Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh out the hole, Christopher Walken, back of the Lincoln
What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?
Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?
Haan, man, I had to do it
My mom's welfare, my pops blew it
Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it
I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent
Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)
Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide
Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right?
Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me
I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (what else)
You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records
Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features
Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature
Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate
I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)
Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African
You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it
What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)
"Mopstick," but I really started with "Straight Cash"
And that was '08, every summer, different hit
Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
What you got? Never, me and Fraud had "New York Minute"
Mister Cocaine City, street hits, I have plenty (why you lyin'?)
But yeah, you right, New York never played my record
I went down South, made "Choppa Down," made 'em respect it (I remember)
And Chinx is way better than you
Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to me
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?
I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right
"French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist"
"We in the two percentile when it come to writers
Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that
But many artists, French Montana, he one of those motherf*ckers"
"No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York
But clearly you're in the country doing something"
"Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius
He always kinda smart
He always knew, know what I'm saying
He just- was kind of ahead of his time"
"It was him and his people against like whoever
This young untouchable mob boss from New York"
French Montana - Dirty Bronx Intro Lyrics
French Montana - Dirty Bronx Intro Lyrics
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Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana
And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)
And I'll use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)
And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, Morocco)
But I missed you more than I thought I would (it's the intro, haan)
And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac & Cheese 5, ah)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, baow-baow-baow)
Get ready to rumble (haan)
Woo
Baow-baow-baow
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana
Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh out the hole, Christopher Walken, back of the Lincoln
What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?
Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?
Haan, man, I had to do it
My mom's welfare, my pops blew it
Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it
I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent
Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)
Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide
Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right?
Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me
I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (what else)
You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records
Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features
Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature
Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate
I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)
Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African
You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it
What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)
"Mopstick," but I really started with "Straight Cash"
And that was '08, every summer, different hit
Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
What you got? Never, me and Fraud had "New York Minute"
Mister Cocaine City, street hits, I have plenty (why you lyin'?)
But yeah, you right, New York never played my record
I went down South, made "Choppa Down," made 'em respect it (I remember)
And Chinx is way better than you
Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to me
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?
I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right
"French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist"
"We in the two percentile when it come to writers
Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that
But many artists, French Montana, he one of those motherf*ckers"
"No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York
But clearly you're in the country doing something"
"Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius
He always kinda smart
He always knew, know what I'm saying
He just- was kind of ahead of his time"
"It was him and his people against like whoever
This young untouchable mob boss from New York"
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana
And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)
And I'll use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)
And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, Morocco)
But I missed you more than I thought I would (it's the intro, haan)
And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac & Cheese 5, ah)
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, baow-baow-baow)
Get ready to rumble (haan)
Woo
Baow-baow-baow
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana
Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh out the hole, Christopher Walken, back of the Lincoln
What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?
Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?
Haan, man, I had to do it
My mom's welfare, my pops blew it
Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it
I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent
Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)
Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide
Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right?
Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me
I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (what else)
You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records
Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features
Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature
Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate
I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)
Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African
You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it
What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)
"Mopstick," but I really started with "Straight Cash"
And that was '08, every summer, different hit
Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
What you got? Never, me and Fraud had "New York Minute"
Mister Cocaine City, street hits, I have plenty (why you lyin'?)
But yeah, you right, New York never played my record
I went down South, made "Choppa Down," made 'em respect it (I remember)
And Chinx is way better than you
Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to me
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?
I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right
"French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist"
"We in the two percentile when it come to writers
Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that
But many artists, French Montana, he one of those motherf*ckers"
"No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York
But clearly you're in the country doing something"
"Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius
He always kinda smart
He always knew, know what I'm saying
He just- was kind of ahead of his time"
"It was him and his people against like whoever
This young untouchable mob boss from New York"
Writer: Karim Kharbouch
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.