Didn’t Get Far French Montana (Ft. Fabolous)

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[Intro: French Montana & Songstress]
Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Big bag like Santa Claus
No, no (Hitmaka)
That loopy wave
Yeah, baby
The aroma smell like that Dyckman hookah
Montega, han

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Black coffee, the glasses same color molasses
Same night at the Aspens (Ah), mami shakin' asses
Far from the hood but close enough to caption (Yeah)
Not the 'Gram one night thousand grand (Yeah), you do the math
She won't bounce back even if I threw the pass
Lion Head, Medusa mask, haan (Haan), I hit the bottom and flip
I got juice, you can bottle me up (Up)
And sell me for a lottery pick (Ah)
We live likе the Vikings, you ain't gettin' far
If you confuse bеtween the hoes and the wifin'
Merge like a hyphen, it ain't about the money (Money)
I ain't tryna lose the excitement, Montana

[Chorus: Songstress & Fabolous]
Wouldn't get far
I tried, but I wouldn't get far
My bad that I didn't get far
It's my fault that I didn't get far
I tried, but I didn't get far (You see, everybody ain't gon' make it)
My bad that I didn't get far
My fault that I didn't get far (It's a fact of life and you gotta respect that, yo, OG, tell 'em)
I tried, but I didn't get far, didn't get far (But don't let it hold you back though, look, yeah)