Текст песни Married to the Streets - French Montana
(Konvict)
Akon
and
French
Montana
I
don't
know
what
it
is
But
it
keeps
callin'
my
name,
I
can't
imagine
me
leavin'
this
game
I'll
tell
you
what
it
is
It's
the
money,
the
cars,
the
clothes
and
all
these
fast
ass
hoes
(hoes)
It
got
me
married
to
the
streets
Married
to
the
streets,
married
to
the
streets
(streets)
It
got
me
married
to
the
streets,
married
to
the
streets
Yeah,
yeah,
honey
I'm
home
1
French
Montana:
A
hammer
for
a
ring,
a
vest
for
a
suit
And
a
judge
for
a
priest,
jury
taking
seats
Now
your
married
to
the
streets,
death
do
us
apart
My
next
move
to
the
charts,
French
movin'
that
Parkay
(yeah,
yeah)
I'm
what
you
niggaz
never
was
Came
in
coughin'
kushy,
walked
out
coughin'
blood
A
G
or
more,
on
that
Automar'
Montana
play
the
cut
like
Neospore
What
the
bloodclaat,
dreadlock,
murder
them
Yessir,
left
his
body
shakin'
like
turbulence
(yeah,
yeah)
I
been
in
bread,
said
he
been
vet
A
killer
sending
threats
on
the
internet
I'm
a
pimp,
50
large,
rubber
bands
Conversation,
bitch
pawned
her
wedding
band
I'm
cold
as
a
fridge
top
I
got
the
game
in
a
headlock
(yeah,
yeah)
(Honey
I'm
home)
I
don't
know
what
it
is
But
it
keeps
callin'
my
name,
I
can't
imagine
me
leavin'
this
game
I'll
tell
you
what
it
is
It's
the
money,
the
cars,
the
clothes
and
all
these
fast
ass
hoes
(hoes)
It
got
me
married
to
the
streets
Married
to
the
streets,
married
to
the
streets
(streets)
It
got
me
married
to
the
streets,
married
to
the
streets
Yeah,
yeah,
honey
I'm
home
2
French
Montana:
I'm
married
to
the
streets,
100
karats
on
my
piece
Got
money
on
money,
you'll
be
countin'
it
for
weeks
No
top,
hit
the
block,
get
the
head,
get
a
shot
Hit
the
club,
I'm
a
star,
see
my
table
be
the
bar
Fuck
'em
all,
fuck
'em
all,
money
stack,
money
tall
Hit
the
dealer,
100
large,
hit
the
club,
100
cars
Cut
a
check,
I'ma
work,
tell
Flex
bomb
it
first
Throw
it
back,
show
me
love,
crack
a
bottle,
blow
a
dub
(Haaah)
It's
Macaroni
nigga
don't
even
drop
(Haaah)
Over
the
sticker,
lookin'
slick
in
the
drop
(Haaah)
The
drought
is
over,
Coke
Wave,
baking
soda
Twerkin',
my
weed
purple
like
grape
soda
Me
and
'Kon
like
Shaq
and
Lebron
It's
Montana
baby,
lookin'
like
you
mad
I
made
it
Catch
me
in
the
fresh
Airs,
Louis
bag,
white
tee,
Gucci
hat
Game
in
a
doobie
wrap,
streets
keep
calling
back
I
don't
know
what
it
is
But
it
keeps
callin'
my
name,
I
can't
imagine
me
leavin'
this
game
I'll
tell
you
what
it
is
It's
the
money,
the
cars,
the
clothes
and
all
these
fast
ass
hoes
(hoes)
It
got
me
married
to
the
streets
Married
to
the
streets,
married
to
the
streets
(streets)
It
got
me
married
to
the
streets,
married
to
the
streets
Yeah,
yeah,
honey
I'm
home
Yeah,
yeah
Honey
I'm
home
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Honey
I'm
home
Yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
honey
I'm
home
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