Kharbouch released his debut mixtape in 2007 and had his first breakthrough with the single "Choppa Choppa Down" in 2010. He released his debut studio album Excuse My French in May 2013, which was met with generally mixed reviews despite commercial success from its lead single, "Pop That" (featuring Rick Ross, Drake, and Lil Wayne). In July 2017, he released his second studio album Jungle Rules, which peaked at number three on the Billboard 200.
Mac & Cheese
French Montana Lyrics
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Think about me, think about me
Sometimes, oh baby
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Say a prayer for me
Say a pray for me sometime
Lil mama do a nigga right
We playin in the wind, play to win
Don't pretend got my work and my pistol now
Only guap-amoley in the Hefty bag
Haze in the 50 bag
Nigga on the corner with a 50 slab
Ray Allen UConn, challenger the 2 tong
Breath of fresh air, like a newborn
Suit on, Montana right
Fight the fight while sittin
On the floor seats
We like 4 deep, engine 500 horses
I'm in the horse seat, that's a whole budget
What it cost me, 4 sweets for the freaks
Poppin pills, can't sleep
I ain't never off me
Paying my doos to the streets
They don't wanna see a nigga free
Free gettin money in the fast lane
My niggas in the sstreets
Fuck the rap game, hala at us
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Think about me, think about me
Sometimes, oh baby
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Said pray for me, said pray for me
The money so good keep it all hood
The cops shootin all day
We ready for that gunplay
That's Sunday, next day Monday
Grease count a hundred stacks
Then he bring it back in the slab rollin
Rollin the blunts right up
Baby, take it easy, flip it like a spatula
Late night roll, I guess you go there
Drinkin up the creak, turn you to a bolder
Catch me with the Crack crew
Max and French too we so high like ships
You call that a G cloud
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Think about me, think about me
Sometimes, oh baby
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Said pray for me, said pray for me
The lyrics to French Montana's song "Mac & Cheese" convey a sense of hustle and street life, with references to money, drugs, and the struggles of life on the streets. The repeated line "Mac with the cheese" can be interpreted as a metaphor for the combination of street smarts and financial success. It suggests that despite the challenges and risks involved, the singer continues to strive for success and asks others to think of him and pray for him in his journey.
The song begins with the line "Lil mama do a nigga right," indicating a romantic interest that supports and uplifts the singer. The mention of smoking and flying high can be interpreted as both a literal reference to drug use and a metaphor for reaching new heights in life. The lyrics also mention accumulating money ("guap-amoley") and carrying a weapon for self-protection ("my work and my pistol now").
The second verse reinforces the idea of financial success with references to expensive possessions like a "Hefty bag" filled with money and a "Haze in the 50 bag" (referring to high-quality marijuana). The mention of Ray Allen, a former basketball player for the University of Connecticut, suggests that the singer is making bold moves like a skilled athlete. The line "Fight the fight while sittin on the floor seats" suggests that the singer is actively engaged in his pursuit of success despite the challenges and obstacles in his path.
Overall, "Mac & Cheese" portrays French Montana's determination to overcome struggles and make it in the streets, while calling on others to support and pray for him.
Line by Line Meaning
Mac with the cheese, oh baby
Enjoying the wealthy lifestyle, oh darling
Think about me, think about me
Let me occupy your thoughts
Sometimes, oh baby
Occasionally, my dear
Say a prayer for me
Ask for divine intervention on my behalf
Say a pray for me sometime
Offer a prayer for me at some point
Lil mama do a nigga right
Young lady pleases a man properly
Smokin it all in, all my niggas fly sky high
Inhaling marijuana, my friends are all elevated
We playin in the wind, play to win
Engaging in risky activities with determination to succeed
Don't pretend got my work and my pistol now
Don't fake it, I have my hustle and my gun
Only guap-amoley in the Hefty bag
Stacks of money are the only things in the large bag
Haze in the 50 bag
Marijuana of high quality in the 50 dollar bag
Nigga on the corner with a 50 slab
Man dealing drugs on the street with 50 grams of drugs
Ray Allen UConn, challenger the 2 tong
Comparing myself to successful basketball player Ray Allen in college
Breath of fresh air, like a newborn
Refreshing energy, similar to a newborn baby
Suit on, Montana right
Wearing a suit, feeling great like Montana
Fight the fight while sittin
Struggling while being seated
On the floor seats
Watching an event from the front-row seats
We like 4 deep, engine 500 horses
We are a group of four, with fast and powerful cars
I'm in the horse seat, that's a whole budget
I have the best position, it requires a lot of money
What it cost me, 4 sweets for the freaks
The price I paid, four attractive women for intimate encounters
Poppin pills, can't sleep
Taking drugs, unable to rest
I ain't never off me
I am always armed
Paying my doos to the streets
Respecting and paying tribute to the streets
They don't wanna see a nigga free
Others don't want to see me succeed
Free gettin money in the fast lane
Being liberated while earning money quickly
My niggas in the streets
My friends are involved in street life
Fuck the rap game, hala at us
Disregarding the rap industry, come talk to us
The money so good keep it all hood
The money is excellent, let's keep it authentic
The cops shootin all day
The police are active with firearms throughout the day
We ready for that gunplay
We are prepared for violent confrontations
That's Sunday, next day Monday
That's how we live, from one day to the next
Grease count a hundred stacks
Counting a large sum of money
Then he bring it back in the slab rollin
Then he returns to the block in the car, cruising
Rollin the blunts right up
Rolling marijuana cigarettes precisely
Baby, take it easy, flip it like a spatula
Darling, relax and handle things skillfully
Late night roll, I guess you go there
Late-night activities, perhaps you're familiar with that scene
Drinkin up the creak, turn you to a bolder
Drinking alcohol excessively, making you more daring
Catch me with the Crack crew
Find me with the group involved in drug dealing
Max and French too we so high like ships
Max and French are also intoxicated like ships
You call that a G cloud
Is that what you consider being a gangster?
Said pray for me, said pray for me
I requested a prayer on my behalf
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Em mA
sweetest thing 💞
Intro: Sample]
Words came to me that I wrote on the back of my boarding pass
Words for you
I called to you, you passed me by
Singing long goodbyes made you cry
I went away again to play a show
What I had to say, you'll never know
So I caught my plane and I hit the sky
30 thousand feet, yeah up so high
I'm lonely as I'm sitting here watching the clouds go by
The song is just a star
To make up for all the time we've been apart
And all it has to say
Is what I tried to say today
[Hook]
Gon' bust it wide, get me in the mood
Still gettin' high with the same old crew
Gon' bend it over from the back and make it talk
We ain't gotta put a title on to play your part
Real niggas back in style
Real bitches back in style
Real niggas back in style
She gon' put it in, was the sweetest thing she ever said
"Hit it from the back" was the sweetest thing she ever said
Gon' bend it over, baby, gon' make it talk
We ain't gotta put a title on to play your part
[Verse 1]
Baby I always come back for you
Baby I always come back for you
She don't like R&B, she like a thug
Every time goin' deep, she fall in love
On the island, Dominican rum
Bend it over from the back 'til your leg get numb
Baby, forever be my lady
Twisted off the Yac and the purp, Montana been waitin'
If I ever came in your mouth without tellin' yah, my fault
Baby gon' bend down, hit the bottom, don't talk
Baby please, got the same friends, enemies
[Hook]
[Outro]
Real niggas back in style
Real bitches back in style
Real niggas back in style
Real bitches back in style
Em mA
how u want it
We always do it Fraud. You know sometimes you gotta take that risk, you know?
If you make it, you hit the jackpot
And if you miss, nigga, know to never do that stupid ass shit again
HAAAAAN! Montana
I swear to God, when I die, go and bury me in linen
I was high in that courthouse when Max got sentenced
I was blind when them niggas switched on me for them pennies
I was ridin' 'til he shot me on the corner, left me skinny
Shock for 8 weeks, lie in their sheets
Now I menage with their freaks
12 cars, 8 Jeeps, Skydwellers, APs
Roses, ferocious, keep God the closest
Where it's crumbs it's roaches, where theres corpses, it's vultures
What you seek is seekin' you, baby don't leave
I'm leavin' you, play for keeps, keepin' you arm length
Park bench, now we buy the whole park
Hampshire with the golf cart
Keep the streets, buy the whole chart
This shit is all tough, you can't curve the pitcher
These birds'll get yah
Hundred chains, three furs
Wack bitch, the nerve of you
Honor before the comma
Welcome drama with open arms, coke boy, peep the lineup
I'm talkin' Tango and Cash, hit the bank, no mass
Out the freezer, cold cash, put Grammy winners in cabs
Never happens twice, gotta take a chance
Never ends, never starts, got cars that never start
No plan B, can't sleep, my mind racin'
'Round paper, put it underground, build the foundation
Never worry 'bout the shit you gotta lose
Worry 'bout the shit you gotta gain, nigga I done lost my brain
Paint you another sky
Could sing you a lullaby
Flowers never bloom, baby
Wish I never knew you, baby
Came out the concrete
Straight to the money
Kept it 100
Now tell me how you want it
Tell me how you want it, darling
Tell me how you want it, darling
Bottom to the top
Then top to the bottom with my dawg
We gon' toss it out
I done came from the bottom
They done fucked up and shot him
Now I can't stay sober
You thought it should be over
Go hard with it's our time
Come a little closer
Try to stop us, no sir
Try to stop us, no sir
We in the lead
Drinkin' 'Roc, smokin' weed
What's your promise? Never leave me
My headhunters can't believe it
White mink, drop when the hoes on it
Whole team hot when it's cold
Big body, 6 clean
She pop molly, I'm sippin' lean
Every time I look, I see a nigga hate
Every time he turn, I see there's bitches waitin'
Pull up in that Aston with no mileage
Pull up like a dealer, baby, no wallet
I done came from the bottom
They done fucked up and shot him
Now I can't stay sober
You thought it should be over
Go hard with it's our time
Come a little closer
Try to stop us, no sir
Try to stop us, no sir
Em mA
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Oh baby why?
Don't you
You want a real nigga, don't you? (Don't you)
Don't front, baby, don't you?
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Christopher Johnson Sr
I slept on French Montana. I've listened to most of his music this week. Heavily underrated.
jay stackz
shutup u the type to say he was ass before shutup clown
Dj Manny Pistolas
@wes coast Yes this is a straight banger
Jimmy Black
@R. D. I’m gonna
LOWBLOW CHAMP
French got hella sleepers go back and listen to his old tapes with max b
Just 93
BabajiontheGames the come up was real
Winston 1875
This one of the best tapes I've ever heard! 🔥
OTERO
The Truth
DBoy0113
Harry fraud a genius
eldonsneako
@Sk LW what u saying he a god or Suttin