[{"id":17946436,"name":"40","trackName":"40","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Excuse My French","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lay down\nMontana\nTrigga\n\nMoney ain't everything nigga it's the only thing\nI pop bottles like I got 40 rings\n40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches\nI got 40 names\nA, K, K, K, K, K\nKarma, drama, never been to college\nThink about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing\n40 cars, 40 chains\n\nBust, bust it, what the business is?\nCars, cribs, couple businesses\nLean, percs and them blacks\nBeen to hell and back\nThen I cut off my rearview, 'cause I ain't looking back\nNow my bad bitch neck tatted, blue dye my bladder\nRip it off that rack boy, what it cost don't matter\nI say starin down and I'm in it\nTrap money I'm spending\nPG for that dream team, you fucking right we winning\n40, 40, another 40 boy\nThey ask me why I sell, feel that YSL?\nDrunk in the front, your bitch in the back\nI land in the front, and I start from the back\n\nHop out the jet, what city is this?\n3 bitches in bed, I'm like who's titty is this?\nThey fucked around and let a nigga like me get rich\nI don't know another nigga like me exist\nThese girls be 'bout that YOLO life\nI ask you now if you a ho, no right?\nBut my dick's still meeting with your throat tonight\nPimp game strong, cold as ice\nTold em I'd show you right\nYou pay for pussy, you know the price\nThat's hard to handle, this life a gamble\nI want the dice, minute rice\nTo business life, I'm an enterprise\nAnd I'll drop whatever on whatever you ain't finna buy\nLive every moment like my last, like I'm finna die\nKnow I sing it now, wonder will I sing it when I'm in the sky\n\nBust it, bust it, she let that 40 flame\nMy AKA is what shorty name\nJust call my crew the Rolex and Audi gang\nBut we still got no time for these lames\nI'm with my Mexican homies out of wares\nThey'll hook you up, give you a cares\nWe campaigning like we running for pres\nStill watching out for JC and Torres\nNew york undercovers amongst the others\nThe family be couple hundred of us\nGot a hundred brothers, AKA the Jacklsons\nGot a hundred sisters, AKA the Braxtons","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.34] Lay down\n[00:08.19] Montana\n[00:10.39] Trigga\n[00:13.95] Money ain't everything nigga it's the only thing\n[00:17.94] I pop bottles like I got 40 rings\n[00:20.61] 40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches\n[00:25.33] I got 40 names\n[00:27.66] A, K, K, K, K, K\n[00:31.15] Karma, drama, never been to college\n[00:33.65] Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing\n[00:37.00] 40 cars, 40 chains\n[00:40.67] Bust, bust it, what the business is?\n[00:44.30] Cars, cribs, couple businesses\n[00:47.59] Lean, percs and them blacks\n[00:49.16] Been to hell and back\n[00:51.18] Then I cut off my rearview, 'cause I ain't looking back\n[00:53.87] Now my bad bitch neck tatted, blue dye my bladder\n[00:57.42] Rip it off that rack boy, what it cost don't matter\n[01:00.52] I say starin down and I'm in it\n[01:03.07] Trap money I'm spending\n[01:04.76] PG for that dream team, you fucking right we winning\n[01:07.74] 40, 40, another 40 boy\n[01:11.46] They ask me why I sell, feel that YSL?\n[01:14.91] Drunk in the front, your bitch in the back\n[01:17.66] I land in the front, and I start from the back\n[01:24.08] Hop out the jet, what city is this?\n[01:51.96] 3 bitches in bed, I'm like who's titty is this?\n[01:56.05] They fucked around and let a nigga like me get rich\n[01:59.23] I don't know another nigga like me exist\n[02:04.14] These girls be 'bout that YOLO life\n[02:05.70] I ask you now if you a ho, no right?\n[02:07.48] But my dick's still meeting with your throat tonight\n[02:09.34] Pimp game strong, cold as ice\n[02:10.99] Told em I'd show you right\n[02:12.73] You pay for pussy, you know the price\n[02:14.18] That's hard to handle, this life a gamble\n[02:15.91] I want the dice, minute rice\n[02:17.76] To business life, I'm an enterprise\n[02:19.45] And I'll drop whatever on whatever you ain't finna buy\n[02:22.86] Live every moment like my last, like I'm finna die\n[02:26.32] Know I sing it now, wonder will I sing it when I'm in the sky\n[02:29.75] Bust it, bust it, she let that 40 flame\n[03:00.63] My AKA is what shorty name\n[03:04.92] Just call my crew the Rolex and Audi gang\n[03:07.44] But we still got no time for these lames\n[03:10.60] I'm with my Mexican homies out of wares\n[03:14.30] They'll hook you up, give you a cares\n[03:17.71] We campaigning like we running for pres\n[03:21.22] Still watching out for JC and Torres\n[03:24.53] New york undercovers amongst the others\n[03:28.19] The family be couple hundred of us\n[03:31.68] Got a hundred brothers, AKA the Jacklsons\n[03:34.97] Got a hundred sisters, AKA the Braxtons\n[03:38.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: '40'\n artist: French Montana\n album: Excuse My French\n duration_ms: 252000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lay down\n start_ms: 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Shorty what you need?\n My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'\n Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'\n You got V12, I got 12 V's\n Got bottles, got weed, got molly\n I'm all the way up\n Shorty what you want? I got what you need\n Shorty what you want? I got what you need\n Shorty what you want? 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(Nope)\nCartier white buffs (Yup)\nThis money of mine, can't get it up off of my mind (Nope)\nUp in the front of the line, I'm selling this liquor and wine (Yup)\nNot low on paper, a hater that's what I'll never be (Nope)\nLongevity, OG he got the recipe (Yup)\nHenny on me, she the baddest and her booty not the flattest (Nope)\nSicker than the marijuana UPS weed package (Yup)\nShe asked a player do I eat booty (Nope)\nI told her nope but I eat coochie (Yup)\nSnort Belushi (Nope)\nSmoke Lemon Tree Cherry Pie & Cookie (Yup)\nLame (Nope)\nTalk slick mouthpiece, hella game (Yup)\nHeart pump fear (Nope)\nGot your own beer (Yup)\nOverrated (Nope)\nUnderrated (Yup), bitch!\n\nEverybody got choices\nI choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread\nEverybody got choices\nThese bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head\nEverybody got choices\nKeep it one thou' 'bout the life that I chose\nEverybody got choices\nThese niggas be hatin', I already know\nBut I never go broke (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta sell my soul (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nIf you broke, you ain't like me (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nI give a fuck if you don't like me (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nStraight to the top\nDid you eat that box? (Nope)\nDid you get that top? (Yup)\nStill givin' out consignment? (Nope)\nYou want all your money, huh? (Yup)\nYou rockin' fake jewels? (Nope)\nStay strapped with the tool? (Yup)\nYou be goin' in raw? (Nope)\nLet a bitch know from the door? (Yup)\nMontana, no dummy (Nope)\nGettin' straight to the money (Yup)\nWas you always rich? (Nope)\nDid you grind, go get it? (Yup)\nYou be stuntin' for the 'Gram? (Nope)\nYou really got those bands? (Yup)\nBitch wanna hold some money (Nope)\nAlways trill, one hundred (Yup)\nNo guts, no glory (Nope)\nReal Gs keep ballin' (Yup)\nShe wanna put me on Maury (Nope)\nShe see the coupe foreign (Yup)\nYou got my money? (Nope)\nYou gon' get my money? (Yup)\nStay trill, never fronted? (Nope)\nFrenchy, 4100 (Yup)\n\nEverybody got choices\nI choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread\nEverybody got choices\nThese bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head\nEverybody got choices\nKeep it one thou' 'bout the life that I chose\nEverybody got choices\nThese niggas be hatin', I already know\nBut I never go broke (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAnd I ain't gotta sell my soul (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nIf you broke, you ain't like me (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nI give a fuck if you don't like me (No, no, no)\nI'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nKid Ink\nThought I was finished? (Nope)\nI been at it for a minute (Yup)\nDo they wanna give me credit? (Nope)\nIt's cool, I'ma get it (Yup)\nDope, I ain't no beginner (Nope)\nLookin' at the score, I'm winnin' (Yup)\nLookin' like I scored at casino (Nope)\nMan, this shit fuckin' up my ego (Yup)\nIf you know a nigga higher, I ain't met him (Nope)\nFeel my eyes gettin' heavy (Yup)\nWon't smoke no reggie (Nope)\nJust straight OG from the medic (Yup)\nIs this the first time you said it? (Nope)\nBut now they finally get the message? (Yup)\nBut do you answer when they call now? (Nope)\nNah, I just send 'em to the message (Yup)\nNigga for you? 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(Nope)\n Cartier white buffs (Yup)\n This money of mine, can't get it up off of my mind (Nope)\n Up in the front of the line, I'm selling this liquor and wine (Yup)\n Not low on paper, a hater that's what I'll never be (Nope)\n Longevity, OG he got the recipe (Yup)\n Henny on me, she the baddest and her booty not the flattest (Nope)\n Sicker than the marijuana UPS weed package (Yup)\n She asked a player do I eat booty (Nope)\n I told her nope but I eat coochie (Yup)\n Snort Belushi (Nope)\n Smoke Lemon Tree Cherry Pie & Cookie (Yup)\n Lame (Nope)\n Talk slick mouthpiece, hella game (Yup)\n Heart pump fear (Nope)\n Got your own beer (Yup)\n Overrated (Nope)\n Underrated (Yup), bitch!\n\n Everybody got choices\n I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread\n Everybody got choices\n These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head\n Everybody got choices\n Keep it one thou' 'bout the life that I chose\n Everybody got choices\n These niggas be hatin', I already know\n But I never go broke (No, no, no)\n I'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n And I ain't gotta sell my soul (No, no, no)\n I'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n If you broke, you ain't like me (No, no, no)\n I'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n I give a fuck if you don't like me (No, no, no)\n I'ma stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n Straight to the top\n Did you eat that box? (Nope)\n Did you get that top? (Yup)\n Still givin' out consignment? (Nope)\n You want all your money, huh? (Yup)\n You rockin' fake jewels? (Nope)\n Stay strapped with the tool? (Yup)\n You be goin' in raw? (Nope)\n Let a bitch know from the door? (Yup)\n Montana, no dummy (Nope)\n Gettin' straight to the money (Yup)\n Was you always rich? (Nope)\n Did you grind, go get it? (Yup)\n You be stuntin' for the 'Gram? (Nope)\n You really got those bands? (Yup)\n Bitch wanna hold some money (Nope)\n Always trill, one hundred (Yup)\n No guts, no glory (Nope)\n Real Gs keep ballin' (Yup)\n She wanna put me on Maury (Nope)\n She see the coupe foreign (Yup)\n You got my money? (Nope)\n You gon' get my money? (Yup)\n Stay trill, never fronted? 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don't stop\n[02:38.57] What you twerkin' with?\n[02:39.55] I'm about being single, seein' double, makin' triple (Right)\n[02:43.79] I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel (Right)\n[02:47.08] It's good to make it better when your people make it with you\n[02:50.23] Money comin', money goin', ain't like you can take it with you\n[02:53.86] It's about to be a hit right now\n[02:55.51] Fuck back then, we the shit right now\n[02:57.37] Dropped Take Care, bought a motherfuckin' crib\n[02:58.98] And I'm picking up the keys to the bitch right now\n[03:00.61] OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's Mayor shit\n[03:04.17] Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit\n[03:07.50] We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike\n[03:09.35] I shine different, I rhyme different\n[03:11.14] Only thing you got is some years on me\n[03:12.95] Man, fuck you and your time difference\n[03:14.67] I'm Young Papi, Champagne\n[03:16.37] They know the face, and they know the name\n[03:18.14] Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains\n[03:20.67] And you'd owe me change, ah!\n[03:22.47] Greystone, 20 bottles that's all me\n[03:25.28] On the couches, wildin' out\n[03:26.73] Yelling, \"Free my niggas\", 'til they all free\n[03:28.53] One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three\n[03:32.08] But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B, so\n[03:35.37] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop\n[03:37.72] Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)\n[03:39.07] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop\n[03:41.03] Pop that, pussy, pussy (What you twerkin' with?)\n[03:42.36] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop\n[03:44.50] Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce)\n[03:45.77] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop\n[03:48.03] What you twerkin' with?\n[03:49.76] Bitch, stop talkin' that shit\n[03:52.76] And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\n[03:55.71] Okay, I fuck a bitch and I'm gone\n[03:57.10] That's gangsta, Al Capone\n[03:59.34] I make that pussy spit like Bone\n[04:01.22] I'm talkin' 'bout bout bone, bone, bone bone\n[04:03.18] I'm fucking with French, excuse my French\n[04:04.42] I lose my mind 'fore I lose my bitch\n[04:06.43] Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing\n[04:08.25] Bitch, I ball like two eyelids\n[04:09.93] YMCM-beat that pussy up, stop playin'\n[04:13.59] I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands\n[04:17.00] I'ma beast, I'm off the leash\n[04:18.60] I am rich like a bitch\n[04:20.47] On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit\n[04:23.87] I go by the name Lil Tunechi\n[04:25.84] Your girl is a groupie\n[04:27.44] And nigga, you's a square\n[04:28.95] And I would twist you like a Rubik's\n[04:30.92] Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard\n[04:32.87] Watch me do a trick hoe\n[04:34.68] I'm 5'5\" but I could 6-9\n[04:36.21] Then beat that pussy like Klitschko\n[04:38.15] It's French Montana, fuck joe\n[04:39.70] It's Weezy F, fuck hoes\n[04:41.57] It's Truk the world\n[04:42.56] It's Truk yo girl\n[04:43.17] It's 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stand by you\nRight or wrong I stand by you\nKeep me strong, oh girl it's true\nKeep me strong, oh girl it's true\n\nEven though the world was meant for you\nI hope you don't get famous\n'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah\nHope you don't get famous\nStay home with me\nStay home with me\nI'll always love ya, I'll always\nHope you don't get\nHope you don't get famous\nHope you don't get famous\nHope you don't get famous\nHope you don't get famous","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.30] I hope no one discovers you\n[00:22.96] Hope no one sees her\n[00:28.31] I hope no one falls in love with you\n[00:32.57] I've got my reasons\n[00:37.74] 'Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn't stand a chance\n[00:45.38] \n[00:47.58] There's no way you would go for a man like me if you had options\n[00:56.51] Even though the world was meant for you\n[01:01.14] I hope you don't get famous\n[01:04.62] 'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh 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(Ha)\n[01:22.58] That pussy soakin'\n[01:25.63] \n[01:29.61] Bounce\n[01:29.84] What you twerkin' with?\n[01:30.92] Shout out to the Infernos\n[01:33.41] Strawberries\n[01:34.76] Luke, what it do?\n[01:35.86] Let's go\n[01:36.65] (M-M-Maybach Music)\n[01:37.51] I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture\n[01:41.17] Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper\n[01:44.52] Bitches know I'm that nigga, talkin' four-door Bugatti\n[01:48.19] I'm the life of the party, let's get these hoes on the molly\n[01:51.73] You know I came to stunt, so drop that pussy, bitch\n[01:55.42] I got what you want, drop that pussy, bitch\n[01:58.97] Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film it\n[02:02.49] Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England\n[02:05.70] Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute\n[02:09.11] That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fuckin' limits\n[02:12.62] Shout out to uncle Luke (Huh)\n[02:14.32] Shout out my bitches too (Huh)\n[02:16.30] We the 2 Live Crew, two for me, two for you (Woo)\n[02:19.79] Feed them bitches carrots (Huh)\n[02:21.56] Fuck 'em like a rabbit (Ha)\n[02:23.16] Sorry that's a habit\n[02:24.54] Smoke a spliff and then I vanish\n[02:29.31] Bounce\n[02:30.67] What you twerkin' with? (Yeah)\n[02:36.61] (Don't stop)\n[02:38.92] What you twerkin' with?\n[02:39.74] I'm about bein' single, seein' double\n[02:42.84] Makin' triple (Right)\n[02:43.81] I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel (Right)\n[02:47.55] It's good to make it better when your people make it with you\n[02:50.68] Money comin', money going, ain't like you can take it with you (Alright)\n[02:54.43] It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now\n[02:57.66] Dropped Take Care, bought a motherfuckin' crib\n[02:59.25] And I'm pickin' up the keys to the bitch right now\n[03:01.19] OVO, that's major shit\n[03:02.72] Toronto with me, that's mayor shit\n[03:04.36] Gettin' cheddar packs like K.D., OKC, that's player shit\n[03:07.87] We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike\n[03:09.65] I shine different, I rhyme different\n[03:11.36] Only thing you got is some years on me\n[03:13.00] Man, fuck you and yo' time difference\n[03:14.87] I'm Young Papi, champagne\n[03:16.63] They know the face and they know the name\n[03:18.20] Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains\n[03:20.87] And you'd owe me change, ah!\n[03:22.85] Greystone, twenty bottles, that's all me\n[03:25.52] On the couch, wildin' out\n[03:27.00] Yellin', \"Free my niggas till they all free\"\n[03:28.95] One of my closets dawgs got three kids and they all three\n[03:32.11] But we always been that type of crew that be good without a plan B, so?\n[03:38.47] Bounce\n[03:41.51] What you twerkin' with? (Bounce)\n[03:48.76] Bounce\n[03:48.98] What you twerkin' with? (Uh)\n[03:49.89] Bitch, stop talkin' that shit\n[03:53.07] And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit\n[03:56.10] Okay, I fuck a bitch and I'm gone\n[03:58.23] That's Gangsta, Al Capone\n[03:59.71] I make that pussy spit like bone\n[04:01.41] I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone, bone\n[04:03.28] I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French\n[04:04.90] I lose my mind 'fore I lose my bitch\n[04:06.75] Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing\n[04:08.45] Bitch, I ball like two eyelids\n[04:11.05] YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'\n[04:13.95] I make her ass scream and holler like rock bands\n[04:17.28] I'ma beast, I'm off the leash\n[04:18.93] I am rich like a bitch\n[04:20.72] On my Proactiv shit\n[04:22.33] Pop that pussy like a zit\n[04:24.18] I go by the name Lil' Tunechi, yo' girl is a groupie\n[04:27.93] And nigga, you's a square\n[04:29.30] And I would twist you like an Rubix\n[04:30.62] Motherfucka, I'm on my skateboard\n[04:33.33] Watch me do a trick, ho\n[04:34.88] I'm 5'5\", but I could 6-9\n[04:36.57] Then beat that pussy like Klitschko\n[04:38.35] It's French Montana, fuck Joe\n[04:40.19] It's Weezy F, fuck hoes\n[04:41.73] It's Truk the world, it's Truk yo' girl\n[04:43.57] And it's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch\n[04:51.97] Bounce\n[04:55.05] What you twerkin' with?\n[04:57.03] I forgot\n[04:57.96] Bounce\n[04:58.24] Young Moolah, baby! 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(Ha)\n That pussy soakin'\n\n Bounce\n What you twerkin' with?\n Shout out to the Infernos\n Strawberries\n Luke, what it do?\n Let's go\n (M-M-Maybach Music)\n\n I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture\n Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper\n Bitches know I'm that nigga, talkin' four-door Bugatti\n I'm the life of the party, let's get these hoes on the molly\n You know I came to stunt, so drop that pussy, bitch\n I got what you want, drop that pussy, bitch\n Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film it\n Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England\n Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute\n That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fuckin' limits\n Shout out to uncle Luke (Huh)\n Shout out my bitches too (Huh)\n We the 2 Live Crew, two for me, two for you (Woo)\n Feed them bitches carrots (Huh)\n Fuck 'em like a rabbit (Ha)\n Sorry that's a habit\n Smoke a spliff and then I vanish\n\n Bounce\n What you twerkin' with? (Yeah)\n (Don't stop)\n What you twerkin' with?\n\n I'm about bein' single, seein' double\n Makin' triple (Right)\n I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel (Right)\n It's good to make it better when your people make it with you\n Money comin', money going, ain't like you can take it with you (Alright)\n It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now\n Dropped Take Care, bought a motherfuckin' crib\n And I'm pickin' up the keys to the bitch right now\n OVO, that's major shit\n Toronto with me, that's mayor shit\n Gettin' cheddar packs like K.D., OKC, that's player shit\n We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike\n I shine different, I rhyme different\n Only thing you got is some years on me\n Man, fuck you and yo' time difference\n I'm Young Papi, champagne\n They know the face and they know the name\n Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains\n And you'd owe me change, ah!\n Greystone, twenty bottles, that's all me\n On the couch, wildin' out\n Yellin', \"Free my niggas till they all free\"\n One of my closets dawgs got three kids and they all three\n But we always been that type of crew that be good without a plan B, so?\n\n Bounce\n What you twerkin' with? (Bounce)\n Bounce\n What you twerkin' with? 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