Fresh Air
French Montana Lyrics


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100 grand, rubber band
A nigga low, a wanted man
Sure you're right, I know ya high
Talkin' crazy, run for your life
They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
Money can't buy the streets
I been paid, my men spray
100 rounds, sound like merengue
Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
That's what they thought
Now it's 40 on ya hat what's the matter huh
I'm the new breath of fresh air
Like a asthma pump representing
My militant squad that snatch you out
Ya car that you're renting
Told 'Kon put ya leg up
Five stacks on the floor
Watch homie fuckin' dig up

If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
We done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow

Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro
My seat is low
They fold up like that Peter Rowe
Get 'em in the mood off
The versatile, squirt it loud
Baby let me beat
Kuz I can make it worth ya while
I can do it easy, sleazy
Niggas speak and revokin' my bail
They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
I was weekly, creeply, sticks
Smoked 'em at a fast pace
Kuz mami this ya last take
Came in, only dropped the the glee way
Had 'em play DJs
Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies?
(Naw) big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I can clear ya minutes
Out with one conversation, waitin'
Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
Niggas they be hatin'
Makin' shit that don't matter to the game
Kuz most of you niggas is lames ow

If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
We done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow

Shorty from the Lou'
She take it in the Coope
And niggas talkin' crazy
I'm shakin' in my boots
A couple thou, I'm Mr childs
Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
A proper team, I mean badabing
With a model bitch in the back gargling
I'm so high, open cooch baby
I told Grease, let me loose baby
Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
RIP to my dude Adee
My transition is phenomenal
Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
French Montana, everything signed and sealed

If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
If you stick me I'mma stick you back
I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
We done stick 'em
Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him




Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Fresh Air" by French Montana feat. Max B convey a sense of confidence and toughness. The opening lines, "100 grand, rubber band / A nigga low, a wanted man," suggest a persona who is both financially successful and also on the run from something or someone. The lyrics reference being high and talking crazy, warning others to run for their lives if they cross the singer. French Montana asserts that nothing is hotter than him and that money cannot buy the streets.


The chorus repeats the idea of retaliation: "If you hit me I'mma hit ya back / We got 'em on the Rose, Oww / If you stick me I'mma stick you back / I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww." This indicates a willingness to defend oneself and seek revenge if provoked. The lyrics also mention being part of a militant squad that will snatch someone out of their car and references placing a bounty on someone's leg.


Throughout the song, there is a sense of bravado and superiority. The lyrics mention driving in expensive cars, having a crew that is feared, and being able to handle enemies easily. French Montana and Max B portray themselves as dominant figures in their environment, unafraid to confront those who challenge them.


Line by Line Meaning

100 grand, rubber band
I have a hundred thousand dollars and I keep it wrapped with a rubber band.


A nigga low, a wanted man
I'm keeping a low profile because I'm being sought after.


Sure you're right, I know ya high
I agree with you, I know you're under the influence of drugs.


Talkin' crazy, run for your life
If you speak foolishly, you better run and save yourself.


They can't believe, nuttin' new hot as me
Others can't comprehend that there's nothing new that's as popular as me.


Money can't buy the streets
No amount of money can gain control over the streets.


I been paid, my men spray
I have received my payment and my associates are armed and ready to shoot.


100 rounds, sound like merengue
When we shoot a hundred rounds, it makes a sound similar to a merengue dance rhythm.


Or the Nolia Clap, it's only rap
The sound of gunshots in the Nolia neighborhood is often referenced in rap songs, but it's not a reality.


That's what they thought
People had the misconception that it was just a fictional concept.


Now it's 40 on ya hat what's the matter huh
Now there's a target on your head, what's the problem?


I'm the new breath of fresh air
I represent a new, invigorating change in the music industry.


Like a asthma pump representing
Similar to how an asthma pump provides relief, I represent a refreshing change in the genre.


My militant squad that snatch you out
My disciplined group will forcibly remove you from a situation.


Ya car that you're renting
Even the car you are temporarily using.


Told 'Kon put ya leg up
I instructed my acquaintance 'Kon' to prepare for a criminal operation.


Five stacks on the floor
I placed five thousand dollars on the ground.


Watch homie fuckin' dig up
Observe how my friend retrieves something from the ground.


If you hit me I'mma hit ya back
If you strike me, I will retaliate.


We got 'em on the Rose, Oww
We have our adversaries deceived and under our control.


If you stick me I'mma stick you back
If you attack or deceive me, I will respond in the same manner.


I got 'em fuckin' with hoes, Oww
I successfully manipulated and fooled them into engaging with promiscuous women.


Make ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down
I will make you obtain a gun and join us in seeking revenge.


We done stick 'em
We have successfully deceived and manipulated them.


Big Mac come they sorry they ever dick him
When Big Mac joins our group, our enemies will regret ever threatening him.


Cop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixes
We will obtain a 7-series BMW and drive it during the late hours within the neighborhood.


Convicts, gun under the armpit ow Ow
We are former prisoners and we conceal our guns under our armpits, ready for action.


Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro
We are shooting and injuring people with our firearms, my friend.


My seat is low
I have adjusted my car seat to a lower position.


They fold up like that Peter Rowe
They collapse or surrender easily, just like a folding chair named Peter Rowe.


Get 'em in the mood off
Let's provoke and anger them.


The versatile, squirt it loud
The weapon is adaptable and can shoot with a loud sound.


Baby let me beat
Darling, allow me to overpower and defeat our adversaries.


Kuz I can make it worth ya while
Because I assure you, the outcome will be beneficial and satisfying.


I can do it easy, sleazy
I can accomplish it without difficulty and with questionable ethics.


Niggas speak and revokin' my bail
People talk and jeopardize my bail money.


They be scared to smoke it in jail, well
They are afraid to indulge in drugs while incarcerated, you know.


I was weekly, creeply, sticks
In the past, I used to be active and cautious, carrying weapons.


Smoked 'em at a fast pace
I quickly confronted and defeated my enemies.


Kuz mami this ya last take
Because, darling, this is your final chance.


Came in, only dropped the glee way
I entered the scene and only showcased my enjoyment in a specific manner.


Had 'em play DJs
I influenced them to act like DJs, controlling the situation.


Heat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies?
We discharge gunfire, targeting both our enemies and those who pretend to be our friends.


(Naw) big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeah
No, a large gun will cause people to shake and tremble like a centipede.


I be in and out, I can clear the tenants out
I move swiftly and can force people to vacate a location.


I can clear ya minutes
I have the ability to erase any evidence or record of your presence.


Out with one conversation, waitin'
By engaging in a single conversation with someone, I can gather enough information for future actions.


Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'
I am anxiously waiting in the hallway and surveying the surroundings.


Niggas they be hatin'
Many people have a strong dislike or jealousy towards me.


Makin' shit that don't matter to the game
They focus on creating things that have no relevance or significance in the industry.


Kuz most of you niggas is lames ow
Because the majority of you individuals are uninteresting and unimpressive.


Shorty from the Lou'
A girl from St. Louis.


She take it in the Coope
She is willing to engage in sexual activities in the car.


And niggas talkin' crazy
And some individuals are speaking in a foolish and irrational manner.


I'm shakin' in my boots
It makes me nervous and uneasy.


A couple thou, I'm Mr childs
A few thousand dollars, I am a wealthy man.


Street nigga, like Kevin Chiles
I am a criminal involved in street activities, similar to Kevin Chiles.


You got a V6, I got a 6 V's
You have a car with a V6 engine, but I have six vehicles with V-shaped engines.


My young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheese
My young associates will shoot you multiple times, causing severe damage to your head.


A proper team, I mean badabing
We are an effective team, I mean we act quickly and efficiently.


With a model bitch in the back gargling
With an attractive woman in the backseat, performing oral sex.


I'm so high, open cooch baby
I'm under the influence of drugs and ready for sexual activities, baby.


I told Grease, let me loose baby
I informed my friend Grease to allow me to act freely and without restrictions.


Coupe 280, flyin' through 80
I am driving a Mercedes-Benz 280 Coupe at high speed, exceeding 80 miles per hour.


RIP to my dude Adee
Rest in peace to my deceased friend named Adee.


My transition is phenomenal
My transformation and progress are exceptional and noteworthy.


Still hop out, cop tapes and Amadu
I still exit the vehicle quickly and purchase illicit items and weapons.


My lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a mill
My younger brother posted bail for about five hundred thousand dollars.


French Montana, everything signed and sealed
I, French Montana, have finalized and secured all my contracts and agreements.




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Comments from YouTube:

@Frost32689

That's an understatement. This song is crazy

@loopinikin1940

thats wavey

@itzAcostaLBC

That wave

@archase4251

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