Biography:
Karim Kharbouch (Arabic: ???? ?????? Karim Kharbuš [kæ?i?m ???bu??]; born November 9, 1984), better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13.[1][2] He is the founder of Coke Boys Records, and its predecessor Cocaine City Records. After years of independent material, he was signed as joint-venture record deal with Puff Daddy's Bad Boy Records and Rick Ross's Maybach Music Group in 2012.
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[Hook]
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
[Post-Hook]
Fm A#
Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Fm A#
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 1]
Fm A#
In the bars, Max behind the bars
Fm A#
Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog
Fm A#
I'mma ide with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
Fm A#
They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie
Fm A#
I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams
Fm A#
I just want the paper, I don't need no friends
Fm A#
I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop
Fm A#
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
Fm A#
I be ridin' with with Khaled, watchin' for the grease
Fm A#
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Hook]
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
[Post-Hook]
Fm A#
Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Fm A#
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 2]
Fm A#
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Fm A#
Got married to the mob, that's word to my mom
Fm A#
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
Fm A#
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
Fm A#
I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Fm A#
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three soldiers
Fm A#
In Atlanta out with Flocka, spinnin' 'round with Gucci
Fm A#
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Fm A#
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
Fm A#
They all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this Gucci
Fm A#
Gotta leave it up to God, cook it up and dry it
Fm A#
Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job
[Hook]
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
[Post-Hook]
Fm A#
Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Fm A#
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 1]
Fm A#
In the bars, Max behind the bars
Fm A#
Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog
Fm A#
I'mma ide with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
Fm A#
They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie
Fm A#
I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams
Fm A#
I just want the paper, I don't need no friends
Fm A#
I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop
Fm A#
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
Fm A#
I be ridin' with with Khaled, watchin' for the grease
Fm A#
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Hook]
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
[Post-Hook]
Fm A#
Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Fm A#
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 2]
Fm A#
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Fm A#
Got married to the mob, that's word to my mom
Fm A#
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
Fm A#
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
Fm A#
I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Fm A#
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three soldiers
Fm A#
In Atlanta out with Flocka, spinnin' 'round with Gucci
Fm A#
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Fm A#
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
Fm A#
They all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this Gucci
Fm A#
Gotta leave it up to God, cook it up and dry it
Fm A#
Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job
[Hook]
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A#
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A#
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A#
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
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