Текст песни Chinx & Max/Paid For (French Montana) с переводом

That’s my nigga man, that’s my bro

I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass

It’s hard to do this, and I ain’t gon' lie

I can’t do that shit now

Yeah, Montana!

Soon as you came home, took you on tour

Leave the streets, do whatever for your lil' boy

Fast money, bad bitches, livin' in a rush

Now worse when you love somethin' death can touch

Sometimes life hurt more than death homie

Locked up Max, took Chinx, I’m last one left homie

Told you Stack; died, did, done, lived that

You looked at me and laughed, you ain’t care

I remember we recorded «I'm A Coke Boy»

You lit the city up, I told you get that dough boy

I mean we both from the bottom with the same dreams

That’s why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V

Starin' at my phone waitin' for your phone call

I see your face every time I see your lil' boy

Life pleasant, death peaceful, transition

That’s the trouble some comin' where I’m comin' from

Why blood bleed memories nobody steals

Death leave heart ache, nobody heals

In my own zone drinkin' 'til I’m feelin' woozy

Knowin' I’ma die, remind me there ain’t nothin' to lose

It’s some real shit right here, yeah. I feel like he feels as far as far as not

being able to have your nigga there, me, Chinx and shit. Always know this B,

you’re blessed. You know I’m sayin'? And all you gotta do when you feel like

that, look at my situation, you know I’m sayin'? Think of my situation nigga

Damn how to start this off

One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn

Gave my nigga seven-five, damn

They tried to kill my dog alive

Wavy, it’s a law fightin' for your life

We live like it no tomorrow, I pray for you at night

Time flyin', it’s been seven years

While time flies fake friends disappear

Fast money, fast cars, lived it to the most

Penthouse, Zack, Chinx, Max, nobody close

Told you focus on the money, fuck the problems

But once you hit the Henny, you the wildest

Remember when you finger popped the joint

And found a condom in her? Haha, and you still hit her?

You crazy, they thought I was done when they locked you up

Haha, turn the city up

Tried to bury us but didn’t know we were seeds

International superstars overseas

Despite all our obstacles, against all odds

Keep your eyes on the prize and your faith on God

Every week talk to your mother

I see your baby boy gettin' older

Until you get the appeal we gon' fight homie

Spit that Coke Wave Boys for life homie

Montana

Just say a prayer for us, you ready ma?

Oh Father God we come to you right now. To bring Karim, AKA French Montana,

and Charley AKA Max B. Bring them both to the altar, Lord God, to give this to

you. I give this to you, Lord God, to keep him safe as I know that you do each

and every day Lord God. We ask you to give them wisdom, to use in a good way,

Lord God that will help them in their future; concernin' their children,

their children’s mothers, for their children are the future and their

children’s children are the future future. So Father God, we ask you Lord God

to anoint their music, anoint their thoughts, their dreams, their aspirations,

oh God. And to speak to them always oh God as we know that you do but let them

know Lord God that when you’re speaking to them that you already spoke to them

and that you always speak to them. It’s just a matter of them listening.

So Father God we ask to carry them through both separate situations under two

different circumstances, Lord God. And we ask you in your son’s name Lord God

to allow them to apply whatever it is they need to apply in their life,

Lord God, to make it better for them. And better for the music world, Lord God.

In this we say, we pray, amen

Thank you ma, hold on for a second ma

You like that one?

Yeah I loved that one ma

I want to say one more thing

Max, Chinx

Think about the times

Think about you sometimes

Think about the dimes

La musica de Harry Fraud

Know sometimes I’m goin' under

You won’t hustle, everything is paid for

She bust it open like I paid for it

Baby tell me what you came for

Make sure you won’t leave without

Wanna see you smile

Do it, don’t try

Designer shit, wanna see you fly

Live it up, thinkin' bout the time

Ayo, spark them phony fucks from deep

I’ma put them fucks to sleep, quarter million in my jeans

These bitches praise my dick

Penthouse, he in that six (Oww) we in this bitch

They raided on my cuh

They takin' all my bucks, they be rapin' all my sluts (Oww)

Maxie don’t like him

They got me all tightenin', even papi got that ten

Yeah I hit you niggas with that shotty pump

Leave you on that potty slump, shittin' on yourself

I put them bitches in the ground

I flip them with the pound, I’m empty, I need another round

Everything is paid for

She bust it open like I paid for it

Baby tell me what you came for

Make sure you won’t leave without

Wanna see you smile

Do it, don’t try

Designer shit, wanna see you fly

Live it up, thinkin' 'bout the time

Look these niggas wishin' on a fallen star

Double park the Vanquish and hop into a different car

We spend money like a whirlwind

Chinx Drugz don’t crack, smack a nigga heroin

Your girl went down and never came up

These niggas need to hang up

Three Jewish lawyers on retainer

These liars never tell the same story twice

Been a sucker all your life

Yellow gold stones dancin' off the lights, fuck your life

These niggas ass bent with life, don’t touch the dice

Never felt the fire till you touched it twice

What’s the price? Kush burnin', cruise control

Everyday’s a big game for me like the Superbowl

You won’t hustle, everything is paid for

She bust it open like I paid for it

Baby tell me what you came for

Make sure you won’t leave without

Wanna see you smile

Do it, don’t try

Designer shit, wanna see you fly

Live it up, thinkin' 'bout the time

Awo, thinkin' 'bout the time

I think about you sometimes

Awo, thinkin' 'bout the time

I think about you sometimes

Uh, thinkin' 'bout you, couldn’t even sleep

Man thinkin' 'bout you, couldn’t even speak

All the confusion had me in the Mosque Friday night

Tryna find a peace of mind but couldn’t find a piece of mine

Moral to the story, the story got no morals

Cause the real gon' struggle while the suckers get the glory

It’s a new day, she trippin' off a D’usse

Try and hit me with the lemonade when I met her drinkin' Kool-Aid

Tryna be rich and famous, showin' up to court twistin' fingers

If rap was a sport, we was ringers

Gotta lose it all just to make it, God giveth, God taketh

Strip you naked, shake the devil, get the cake

You won’t hustle, everything is paid for

She bust it open like I paid for it

Baby tell me what you came for

Make sure you won’t leave without

(Fraud you a motherfucker)

Wanna see you smile (Max)

Do it, don’t try

Designer shit, wanna see you fly (Chinx)

Live it up, thinkin' 'bout the time

Oww, thinkin' 'bout the time

(Miss you my nigga)

I think about you sometimes (CB for life)

Ow, thinkin' 'bout the time

(Wave God, MC4, Zach)

I think about the time

Think about you sometimes

(La musica di Harry Fraud)

I think about dyin'

Haan!