French Montana – Didn’t Get Far Lyrics

 

Didn’t Get Far Lyrics French Montana

Didn’t Get Far Lyrics

 

Didn’t Get Far Lyrics by French Montana (ft. Fabolous)

 

(Mm, yeah)
Big bag like Santa Klaus

That loopy wave

Yeah, baby
The aroma smell like that Dyckman hookah

Montega
Hey

Black coffee, the glasses
Same color molasses
Same night at the Aspens
Mommy shaking asses
Far from the hood but
Close enough to caption
Not the gram one like thousand grand, huh
You do the math
She won’t bounce back even if I threw the pass
Lion Head, Medusa mask haan
I hit the bottom and flip, I got juice
You can bottle me up
And sell me for a lottery pick
We live like the Vikings
You wouldn’t get far
If you confuse between the hoes and the wifin’
Merge like a hyphen
It ain’t about the 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

(My bad that I didn’t get far) You see everybody ain’t gonna make it
(My fault that I didn’t get far) It’s a fact of life and you gotta respect that
(I tried but I didn’t get far, didn’t get far) But don’t let it hold you back though

Look
For the hood n***** front of bodegas and levels
For the bad bitches dressed in Bottega Veneta (Yeah)
This that real shit that you bootleggers could never
This that cold summer, this ain’t no regular weather
We made positives out of a negative era (For real)
Boys I’m running 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 n***** tried but they didn’t get far
You know the alphabet boys always spitting them bars
Gotta stay on your Ps and Qs when you’re sitting in Oz
And that’s why I’m in the Cullanin
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
Came through all white coping gold chains
I was giving out shit like the Oprah show came (Look)
Drip can’t save you if they aiming 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