Dontchu - French Montana

Don’t push me down, God, push me.

He kept on pushin' and pushin',

he wanted to see how much he could push a human being.

Then I fell like a bag of potatoes on Northern Avenue

Baby why don’t you

You want a real nigga, don’t you?

Don’t front, baby, don’t you?

Gon' keep it 100, baby don’t you lie

Don’t you

Gon' keep a hundred, baby don’t you?

I know you need a real nigga, don’t you?

Baby don’t front, don’t you

Wish my money was a little taller, wish I was a baller

Wish I had a bitch on stand, I could call her

Count a hundred bands, we be fuckin' 'til the morn'

I’m a baller, baby

You want a real nigga, baby

Don’t post me on your 'Gram, baby

Gon' bust it wide open, baby, don’t you

Drop dead, blowin' smoke, baby don’t you?

Baby don’t you, don’t you lie

Whippin' in the Benzo

Never put me in the friend zone

Montana, I’m the Don Dada

Gucci suit with the brown collars

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ye, shimmy ye

Walk up in the club with the hammer on my hip

What up my G?

We be’s the hottest out in NYC

Watch, run through, they gon' talk about it later

I be playin' with the birds like the Falcons in Decatur

Playin' with the 45, Blake that’s my DJ

Got work, 4, 5 states, call me Freeway

Brick, shawty on the mick

Gon' bend it over, bounce it back, I ain’t picky

From the project, grind 'til it heal

Hundred proof, real ones sign and conceal

If we started from the bottom I’ll give you mine

Niggas want shine but they don’t wanna grind

You can tell from the haters, a nigga made it

Car European and the suit tailored

Hundred chains, Lambo

Hangin' off the horse like Rambo