Biography:
Karim Kharbouch (Arabic: ???? ?????? Karim Kharbuš [kæ?i?m ???bu??]; born November 9, 1984), better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13.[1][2] He is the founder of Coke Boys Records, and its predecessor Cocaine City Records. After years of independent material, he was signed as joint-venture record deal with Puff Daddy's Bad Boy Records and Rick Ross's Maybach Music Group in 2012.
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[Intro: Max B & French Montana]
F#m
Uh, Boss Don shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
D
Thought I'd have a little fun with it
Bm C#m
Montana, Montana, ow
F#m
You know what it is when you're hearin' that, haaaaan
D
Yep, we gon' get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Bm
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
C#m
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
F#m
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin' fix, yeah
D
Sippin' all day got me leanin' off the kickstand
Bm
House on my neck, 'nother house on my wristband
C#m
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin' six pack
F#m
No time for restin' (restin')
D
My life's a mess, end up bein' a fuckin' legend (legend)
Bm
An icon, tryna cement it ('ment it)
C#m
I'm treatin' every year like it's game 7 (game 7)
F#m
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
D
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
Bm
My new girl hate it when I'm always spendin' (all the time)
C#m
I guess I gotta get used to it 'cause my ex is
F#m
But it's true, though (but it's true, though)
D
But it's true, though (but it's true, though)
Bm C#m
I'm in the cold, rep the north like I'm Trudeau (yeah)
F#m
Yeah it's true, though (true, though)
D
Yeah it's true, though (true, though)
Bm C#m
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
F#m
Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
D
He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
Bm
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
C#m
They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
Bm
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
C#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
Bm
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
C#m
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
F#m
It's true, though (it's true, though)
D
It, it's true, though (it's true, though)
Bm C#m
I hope the box don't spread like the rumors
F#m
Sad, but it's true, though (it's true, though)
D
It's true, though (it's true, though)
Bm C#m
We was bite down, now we true'd up (a lie)
F#m
She, she say the baby mine's, that's a lie (that's a lie)
D
If I ain't the hottest in the city, that's a lie (that's a lie)
Bm
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
C#m
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
F#m
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don't want no smoke
D
'Fore, 'fore I choke, baby, I'ma choke 'em from their choker (yeah)
Bm
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
C#m
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
F#m
I, I'm the head, rockin' bet it's re-up in the sock
D
Me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
Bm
And if I ain't the new Chapo, that's a lie (that's a lie)
C#m
And if he try and tell you we gon' stop, that's a lie
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
F#m
Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
D
He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
Bm
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
C#m
They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Bm
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
C#m
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
[Verse 3: Max B]
F#m
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
D
Daddy'll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Bm
Knowin' I gotta make
C#m
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
F#m
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
D
Told me, "Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Bm
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man"
C#m
Bustin' quickies and dippin'
That be somethin' I can't stand
F#m
Other plans, baby, had of late
D
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain't talkin' cereal
Bm
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
C#m
Baby girl, comin' home and you can't stay, oww
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
F#m
Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
D
He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
Bm
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
C#m
They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Bm
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
C#m
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
F#m
Uh, Boss Don shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
D
Thought I'd have a little fun with it
Bm C#m
Montana, Montana, ow
F#m
You know what it is when you're hearin' that, haaaaan
D
Yep, we gon' get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Bm
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
C#m
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
F#m
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin' fix, yeah
D
Sippin' all day got me leanin' off the kickstand
Bm
House on my neck, 'nother house on my wristband
C#m
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin' six pack
F#m
No time for restin' (restin')
D
My life's a mess, end up bein' a fuckin' legend (legend)
Bm
An icon, tryna cement it ('ment it)
C#m
I'm treatin' every year like it's game 7 (game 7)
F#m
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
D
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
Bm
My new girl hate it when I'm always spendin' (all the time)
C#m
I guess I gotta get used to it 'cause my ex is
F#m
But it's true, though (but it's true, though)
D
But it's true, though (but it's true, though)
Bm C#m
I'm in the cold, rep the north like I'm Trudeau (yeah)
F#m
Yeah it's true, though (true, though)
D
Yeah it's true, though (true, though)
Bm C#m
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
F#m
Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
D
He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
Bm
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
C#m
They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
Bm
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
C#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie)
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
Bm
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
C#m
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
F#m
It's true, though (it's true, though)
D
It, it's true, though (it's true, though)
Bm C#m
I hope the box don't spread like the rumors
F#m
Sad, but it's true, though (it's true, though)
D
It's true, though (it's true, though)
Bm C#m
We was bite down, now we true'd up (a lie)
F#m
She, she say the baby mine's, that's a lie (that's a lie)
D
If I ain't the hottest in the city, that's a lie (that's a lie)
Bm
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
C#m
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
F#m
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don't want no smoke
D
'Fore, 'fore I choke, baby, I'ma choke 'em from their choker (yeah)
Bm
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
C#m
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
F#m
I, I'm the head, rockin' bet it's re-up in the sock
D
Me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
Bm
And if I ain't the new Chapo, that's a lie (that's a lie)
C#m
And if he try and tell you we gon' stop, that's a lie
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
F#m
Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
D
He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
Bm
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
C#m
They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Bm
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
C#m
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
[Verse 3: Max B]
F#m
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
D
Daddy'll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Bm
Knowin' I gotta make
C#m
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
F#m
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
D
Told me, "Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Bm
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man"
C#m
Bustin' quickies and dippin'
That be somethin' I can't stand
F#m
Other plans, baby, had of late
D
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain't talkin' cereal
Bm
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
C#m
Baby girl, comin' home and you can't stay, oww
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
F#m
Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
D
He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah)
Bm
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
C#m
They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah
F#m
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
D
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Bm
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
C#m
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
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