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Whiskey Eyes
French Montana, Chinx
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You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You will tell me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can do
Yeah, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Gon' tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I'll snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shoot out with the police like Sigel did it
Middle of the streets like the Beatles did it
Can't be in it when you leave or they leave you in it
E-Everything that's gold ain't what it glitter
I seen killers fold, foes turn to killers
Have your money right when the law calls
See, I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
Turn the pain into music, turn the music into millions
I got jerked my first deal and I told 'em, "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil', told 'em, "Fuck a brick"
Brick by brick 'til it's empire
Lick by lick, goin' to sleep wired
Had to learn taxes help you relax
If you don't own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call them bad bitches, round 'em all up
Count it first, nigga, count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
The national superstar, you know I shine
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You will tell me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can do
Yeah, Montana
They said, "Kill 'em with success," toe tag, yeah
Na-named a Hollywood bitch, I ain't rag, yeah
Pro-promise, that pressure turn to diamonds
That karma turn to commas
If that block taught you eye to eye
See your dreams in a bottle
The youngins turn to Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, deep sea with a model
That's Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I'm on the post like a Power Forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent over sticker
A-About to come and pick your chick up
The gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shoot
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleece
In the jungle while you holdin' hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was playin' benches
One time for my bitches naked under trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my nigga shinin'
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I'm from, you need your own gun
Devil held me, I'm thinkin' that I'll convert to God (Ayy)
Took my grind from the pavement and
Aimed it at the stars (That's right)
Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp (Yeah)
The game ain't for the weak, go and play to church (Uh)
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughin' (Coughin')
Ridin' on these suckers that are posin' (Uh)
Ballin', took the whistle from the ref
And made my own call (That's right)
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call (Yeah)
No work, money goes under the mattress only (Uh)
Hands clean, got some youngins that'll
Back it for me (What's up, man?)
Really skatin', bunch of conflict diamonds only (Skrrt)
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony (Ayy)
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You will tell me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can do
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