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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[Chorus]
Gm D# Cm Dm
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
Gm D# Cm Dm
You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
Gm D# Cm Dm
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
Gm D# Cm Dm
And there's nothin' I can't do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana..
Gm
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
D#
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
Cm
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Dm
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Gm
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
D#
Can't be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Cm
Ev-Everything that's gold ain't what it glitter
Dm
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Gm
Have your money right when the law costs
D#
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
Cm
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Dm
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Gm
Got jerked my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
D#
Once I made my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Cm
Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's empire
Dm
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Gm
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
D#
If you don't own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
Cm
So hit the round table, count it all up
Dm
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Gm
Call the bad bitches, round 'em all up
D#
Count it first, we can count it all up
Cm
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
Dm
(International superstar)
[Chorus]
Gm D# Cm Dm
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
Gm D# Cm Dm
You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
Gm D# Cm Dm
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
Gm D# Cm Dm
And there's nothin' I can't do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Gm
They said kill 'em with success, toe tag ya up
D#
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain't rag up
Cm
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
Dm
The karma turn to commas
Gm
If the block told you eye to eye
D#
Seeing dreams in a bottle
Cm
The younger son of Pablo
Dm
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
Gm D#
That's Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Cm
Come and get a close up
Dm
I'm on the post like the power forward
Gm
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
D#
Big up, f-for the stick up
Cm
They wanted me to hiccup
Dm
I copped the Bent' over sticker
Gm
A- about to come and pick your chick up
D#
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Cm
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
Dm
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
Gm
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
D#
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
Cm
In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Palm Beach.
Dm
We was climbin' fences, we was playin' benches
Gm
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
D#
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin'
Cm
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
Dm
The block where I'm from, you need your own gun
[Verse 3: Chinx]
Gm
Devil held me up, figured that I'd convert to God
D#
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Cm
Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp'
Dm
The game ain't for the weak, go and play the church
Gm
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
D#
Ridin' on these suckas that opposed it
Cm
Ballin', took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
Dm
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
Gm
No work, money goes under the mattress only
D#
Hands clean, got some youngins that'll back it for me
Cm
Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds only
Dm
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can't do
Gm D# Cm Dm
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
Gm D# Cm Dm
You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
Gm D# Cm Dm
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
Gm D# Cm Dm
And there's nothin' I can't do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana..
Gm
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
D#
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
Cm
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Dm
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Gm
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
D#
Can't be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Cm
Ev-Everything that's gold ain't what it glitter
Dm
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Gm
Have your money right when the law costs
D#
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
Cm
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Dm
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Gm
Got jerked my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
D#
Once I made my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Cm
Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's empire
Dm
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Gm
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
D#
If you don't own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
Cm
So hit the round table, count it all up
Dm
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Gm
Call the bad bitches, round 'em all up
D#
Count it first, we can count it all up
Cm
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
Dm
(International superstar)
[Chorus]
Gm D# Cm Dm
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
Gm D# Cm Dm
You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
Gm D# Cm Dm
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
Gm D# Cm Dm
And there's nothin' I can't do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Gm
They said kill 'em with success, toe tag ya up
D#
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain't rag up
Cm
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
Dm
The karma turn to commas
Gm
If the block told you eye to eye
D#
Seeing dreams in a bottle
Cm
The younger son of Pablo
Dm
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
Gm D#
That's Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Cm
Come and get a close up
Dm
I'm on the post like the power forward
Gm
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
D#
Big up, f-for the stick up
Cm
They wanted me to hiccup
Dm
I copped the Bent' over sticker
Gm
A- about to come and pick your chick up
D#
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Cm
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
Dm
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
Gm
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
D#
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
Cm
In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Palm Beach.
Dm
We was climbin' fences, we was playin' benches
Gm
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
D#
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin'
Cm
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
Dm
The block where I'm from, you need your own gun
[Verse 3: Chinx]
Gm
Devil held me up, figured that I'd convert to God
D#
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Cm
Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp'
Dm
The game ain't for the weak, go and play the church
Gm
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
D#
Ridin' on these suckas that opposed it
Cm
Ballin', took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
Dm
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
Gm
No work, money goes under the mattress only
D#
Hands clean, got some youngins that'll back it for me
Cm
Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds only
Dm
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can't do
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