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.
The Intro
French Montana Lyrics
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Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in
We had to get back in the neighborhood, it's out of control
These kids wanna shoot people in the foot
Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner
(Coke Boy, baby)
I guess it was about that time
(Would you leave me?)
We back at it (pretty baby)
Coke Boys 6, the god's here
(And if I thought it best to set you free) oh yeah
After this, the price is goin' up, like the 80's (yeah, would you hate me?)
DJ Drama (if you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
Montana (Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)
(If I thought it best to set you free) if I thought it best
Set you free (yeah)
(Would you hate me?) Would you hate me?
Y'all ready? (If you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)
Money to the plug
The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk
We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up
No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked
The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug
They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)
Got the police state to state
This shit too real, you can't relate
Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate
I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)
Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate
Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her
In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)
Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to ashes (Bronx to ashes)
Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress kill us faster (kills us faster)
You mistaken that, attention for success
I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, the wave like Cardi baby (baby)
Nigga, it's, "Fuck you, pay me" (fuck you)
And you know I'm from the Bronx
Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi
Benz black, Audi it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy
One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium
They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)
The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie
They shot him at Mercedes, screamin', "Should've paid me"
He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (damn)
I made a killin' off the shop-steps
Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness
I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest
She ain't ever seen this view (view), Whoopi Goldberg
A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole verse
Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)
Sober lately, hard to line me
Real success is keepin' bars behind me
Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie
First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)
Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces
Miller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces
California King sheets, satin Fendi pillow cases
Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces
Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages
And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages
Minor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages
And I get high off the za', grabba with the papers
Loud probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors
They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors
One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (block)
Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks
Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Welcome to '23
The Jordan of this shit
Mixtape king, like LBJ
CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy
The wave's back
Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride
Yours truly
I wanna welcome y'all out
To none other than somethin' legendary
Coke Boys 6, suckers
These kids don't wanna pay no homage
They wanna forget who influenced 'em
You should let me loose on 'em
I'll go 'round the neighborhood with a basket, you know
They can put what they got in their pockets in there
Fives, tens, nickels, dimes
They treatin' pennies like they're sewer cats, mo
The lyrics to French Montana's song Intro depict the lifestyle of a drug dealer who is focused on gaining wealth and power. The first line, "I'm not a fool, I just love that you're dead inside," speaks to the singer's cynical outlook on life and how the people around him are just as disconnected as he is. The second line, "I'm not a fool, I'm just lifeless" suggests he has lost all sense of morality and purpose, and is consumed by his illegal activities. The singer makes reference to chopping the top off his car, smoking, drinking, and taking women home, all while boasting about his wealth and dismissing anyone who tries to stop or trap him.
The second verse continues with the theme of drug dealing and hustling, with the singer counting his money and reflecting on his journey from selling drugs on the street to making millions. He raps about how he has overcome obstacles, slept with countless women, and achieved success in the rap game. Despite his tough guy facade, the singer is also vulnerable, referring to his drug use and paranoia about his legal troubles.
Overall, the song's lyrics paint a picture of a life consumed by materialism, drug use, and danger. The singer's ego is inflated, but he is constantly looking over his shoulder, trying to stay one step ahead of his enemies and the law.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
French Montana starts his song with an enthusiastic affirmation.
I'm not a fool
Despite any appearances otherwise, French Montana is not a naive or foolish person.
I just love that you're dead inside
Rather than loving a person's happy or joyful qualities, French Montana enjoys their cold or cynical demeanor.
I'm just lifeless
French Montana describes himself as lacking vitality or energy.
Haan, yeah
A repetition of the affirmation from the first line.
When you got the space you chop the top off, got the brain out Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain 'bout All my niggas playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread 'bout (Bread 'bout) Smokin' medication, got my bread right Niggas try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em (We ain't gon' let 'em) Bitches try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em (We ain't gon' let 'em) Man, we just get ready (Just get ready) Haah, we just get ready
French Montana describes his lifestyle and his focus on making money.
Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot
French Montana expresses his abundance of wealth in a crude way by referencing bread, which is often used as slang for money.
Said pray for the ones that niggas got the ball out God damn, watch the ball work Got rich, put 'em on work Finish last nigga, ball first
French Montana describes his success in making money, putting people to work, and aiming to finish first in life.
Now curve bitches cold turkey In the game nigga, no mercy For the weak nigga Couldn't focus then leap nigga Shoot the shepherd and the sheep nigga From my head to my feet nigga
French Montana asserts his ruthless attitude towards his competition and his willingness to overcome any obstacles in his way.
Countin' millions 'fore I sleep nigga High school to the league nigga Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out 'Rari sittin' low, gotta crawl out If that pussy wet, never pull out If that pussy good, bite 'em all out Sittin' court side in my court case Drinkin' lean, poppin' pills, heart racin'
French Montana continues to boast about his wealth, sexual conquests, and extravagant lifestyle.
Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace Thirty six O's, foundation Word around town, I'm the man, nigga Breakin' down work to the grams, nigga Whip it in the Pan, nigga Gettin' money with the fam, nigga
French Montana brags about his accomplishments in the drug and music industries, boasts his reputation, and makes it clear that he is successful with his friends.
Aye, young nigga from the trap, bitch can't trap me Young cold nigga get money like an athlete Now I'm straight like 12:30 Pussy clean, baby talk dirty Need the work nigga, call early Rap game sabotage and we gon' burn it Nigga cold murder And I'm comin' for ya head nigga And I did what I said nigga Mine get it how I live nigga Go playin' with the bread nigga I blow off your dread nigga Get the hoes sprayin' nigga From the bottom it was all I Told your whole story, it was all lies Drink and smoke till I fall out Thought he get the bread and it's all out Nah nigga, jumped in the fire nigga Still ridin' with the fire nigga Countin' money, gettin' high nigga Praise due to the high nigga But my niggas on set, I can die nigga Started from the block nigga I done earned my spot nigga From the bot', couldn't see the top nigga Coke Boy non-stop nigga
French Montana concludes the song by asserting his dominance in the music industry, and reminds listeners where he came from and what he had to do to get where he is now.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Tyree Simmons, Aaron Cooks
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@StayAlert_StayAlive
One of the best intros
@walterflores51
Big facts!
@austinm3865
Facts in 2020 still playing this
@banks585
Austin Melo me to
@kingsavage5832
Still give me chills 💯🌊
@banks585
2022
@ChrisDroppinGems
Miss the old French and the good days of Coke Boys man!!!! RIP CHINX
@tipac4451
2020 dis shit still gettin spins in my whip🐐
@NasfrmH52ver
Remember being on Datpiff watching the countdown until the day this mixtape came out , 20 seconds into this intro I was going crazy lol #Cokeboyz #RipLionel
@stephenmac23
harry fraud is one of the greatest producers