[{"id":9162558,"name":"Stake Sauce","trackName":"Stake Sauce","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Coke Wave","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coke Wave\nDamn\nUh, yeah\nCoke wavy season\nBoss Don, French\nLet's go\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that\n\nUh, yeah\nCoke wavy season\nBoss Don, French\nLet's go\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that Henny mixed with Coke\nGot that Cliquot mixed with ice\nThey just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\nI was born and raised in the ghetto\n(Born and raised baby)\n\nYeah\nI'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\nCrusing in that Beamer like I'm 70\n20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go\nMy mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe\nPut it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves\nThese bitches best believe in me\nWhen I tell em\n\"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\nBiggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in\nMake em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks\nHit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life\nSlippin' and I paid the price\nLeft my bitch alone and let her roam\nShe's a thousand miles away from home\nSittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\nMilk, tryna rope the game\nRecord labels is now focusing\nOn the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to\nBigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that Henny mixed with Coke\nGot that Cliquot mixed with ice\nThey just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\nI was born and raised in the ghetto\n\nHit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up\nWork I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do\nYoung boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head\n16, one in the head, homie that's what I do\nIn the hood I was born and raised\nHomie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down\nThem metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up\nParamedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up\nWelcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks\nNiggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot\nA silverback ape\nCop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight\nWe got the streets, steak sauce\nWe on top of beef, a whole lotta heat\nWe never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles\nI ain't gotta see, nigga we got the streets\n\nDamn, these niggas is runnin' the streets","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] Coke Wave\n[00:04.49] Uh yeah\n[00:07.58] Coke Wavy Season\n[00:11.37] Boss Don French\n[00:14.65] Let's go\n[00:16.80] Yeah, I'm in the ghetto every day\n[00:18.54] And ever since this little beef, I tote that metal every day\n[00:22.04] In the industry\n[00:23.16] Tell the ghetto I'm heavy in between\n[00:26.39] Baby, so come and play\n[00:28.48] I got that-\n[00:30.70] Uh yeah\n[00:33.89] Coke Wavy Season\n[00:37.46] Boss Don French\n[00:39.74] Let's go\n[00:43.09] Yeah, I'm in the ghetto every day\n[00:45.19] And ever since this little beef, I tote that metal every day\n[00:48.23] In the industry, tell the ghetto I'm heavy in between\n[00:52.40] Baby, so come and play\n[00:54.86] I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n[00:56.59] Got that Clicquot mixed with ice\n[00:58.27] They just put me on the line, and my free throw lookin' nice\n[01:03.19] I was born and raised in the ghetto\n[01:08.05] Yeah\n[01:09.30] I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\n[01:11.32] Cruising in that Beamer like I'm 70\n[01:14.19] 20 miles an hour in a 50 zone\n[01:16.61] Just so you can see me go\n[01:18.92] My man right lookin' at all that tailpipe\n[01:21.60] Put it up on that scale, right?\n[01:23.43] Bet it come back Even Stevens\n[01:25.65] These bitches best believe in me\n[01:27.50] When I tell 'em\n[01:28.32] \"Baby, let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\n[01:32.12] Biggaveli 'bout his Benjamins\n[01:33.95] Send 'em in\n[01:34.82] Make 'em suck and fuck them dicks\n[01:36.56] Lately I don't trust the tricks\n[01:38.10] Hit me up let's stay the night\n[01:39.79] Pimpin' was my way of life\n[01:41.25] Slippin', and I paid the price\n[01:43.08] Left my bitch alone let her roam\n[01:45.39] She's a thousand miles away from home\n[01:47.15] Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\n[01:49.44] Mill, tryna rope the game\n[01:51.84] Record labels is now focusing\n[01:53.74] On the weak shit y'all provide\n[01:55.94] So my son he can listen to\n[01:57.98] Bigga speak the truth\n[01:59.04] I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n[02:01.71] Yeah, I'm in the ghetto every day\n[02:03.67] And ever since this little beef, I tote that metal every day\n[02:07.22] In the industry\n[02:08.43] Tell the ghetto I'm heavy in between\n[02:11.54] Baby, so come and play\n[02:13.76] I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n[02:15.57] Got that Clicquot mixed with ice\n[02:17.19] They just put me on the line, and my free throw lookin' nice\n[02:21.88] I was born and raised in the ghetto\n[02:26.42] Yeah\n[02:27.42] Hit him if he actin' up\n[02:29.19] Bread I be stackin' up\n[02:30.78] Work I be baggin' up\n[02:32.30] Homie that's what I do\n[02:34.20] Young boys duckin' feds\n[02:36.06] Niggas comin' for ya head\n[02:37.43] 16, one in the head\n[02:39.06] Homie that's what I do\n[02:41.12] In the hood I was born and raised\n[02:43.16] Homie ghetto-bound\n[02:44.75] Life's a bitch I'm tryna settle down\n[02:47.68] Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up\n[02:49.47] Split ya up\n[02:50.46] Paramedics get ya up\n[02:52.07] Coke Boys fix ya up\n[02:53.96] Welcome to the hood\n[02:54.82] To the corners back blocks\n[02:56.91] Niggas foamin' out the mouth\n[02:58.65] Lookin' for a jackpot\n[03:01.04] A silverback ape\n[03:02.68] Cop it when it's here\n[03:04.05] In a drought I be sellin' back weight\n[03:07.69] We got the streets steak sauce\n[03:10.72] We on top of beef\n[03:12.08] A whole lotta heat\n[03:13.93] We never sleep\n[03:15.58] Homie I'm Ray Charles\n[03:17.35] I ain't gotta see\n[03:18.63] Nigga we got the streets\n[03:22.27] Damn\n[03:23.77] These niggas\n[03:25.15] Is runnin' the streets\n[03:27.67] Y'all can't stop it\n[03:27.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stake Sauce\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: Coke Wave\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Coke Wave\n  start_ms: 230\n  end_ms: 4490\n- text: Uh yeah\n  start_ms: 4490\n  end_ms: 7580\n- text: Coke Wavy Season\n  start_ms: 7580\n  end_ms: 11370\n- text: Boss Don French\n  start_ms: 11370\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Let's go\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 16800\n- text: 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tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n  Got that Cliquot mixed with ice\n  They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\n  I was born and raised in the ghetto\n  (Born and raised baby)\n\n  Yeah\n  I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\n  Crusing in that Beamer like I'm 70\n  20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go\n  My mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe\n  Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves\n  These bitches best believe in me\n  When I tell em\n  \"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\n  Biggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in\n  Make em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks\n  Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life\n  Slippin' and I paid the price\n  Left my bitch alone and let her roam\n  She's a thousand miles away from home\n  Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\n  Milk, tryna rope the game\n  Record labels is now focusing\n  On the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to\n  Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n  Got that Cliquot mixed with ice\n  They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\n  I was born and raised in the ghetto\n\n  Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up\n  Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do\n  Young boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head\n  16, one in the head, homie that's what I do\n  In the hood I was born and raised\n  Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down\n  Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up\n  Paramedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up\n  Welcome to the hood, 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everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that Henny mixed with Coke\nGot that Cliquot mixed with ice\nThey just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\nI was born and raised in the ghetto\n(Born and raised baby)\n\nYeah\nI'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\nCrusing in that Beamer like I'm 70\n20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go\nMy mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe\nPut it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves\nThese bitches best believe in me\nWhen I tell em\n\"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\nBiggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in\nMake em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks\nHit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life\nSlippin' and I paid the price\nLeft my bitch alone and let her roam\nShe's a thousand miles away from home\nSittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\nMilk, tryna rope the game\nRecord labels is now focusing\nOn the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to\nBigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that Henny mixed with Coke\nGot that Cliquot mixed with ice\nThey just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\nI was born and raised in the ghetto\n\nHit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up\nWork I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do\nYoung boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head\n16, one in the head, homie that's what I do\nIn the hood I was born and raised\nHomie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down\nThem metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up\nParamedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up\nWelcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks\nNiggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot\nA silverback ape\nCop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight\nWe got the streets, steak sauce\nWe on top of beef, a whole lotta heat\nWe never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles\nI ain't gotta see, nigga we got the streets\n\nDamn, these niggas is runnin' the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stake Sauce\n  artist: French Montana;Max B\n  album: Coke Wave\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coke Wave\n  Damn\n  Uh, yeah\n  Coke wavy season\n  Boss Don, French\n  Let's go\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that\n\n  Uh, yeah\n  Coke wavy season\n  Boss Don, French\n  Let's go\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n  Got that Cliquot mixed with ice\n  They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\n  I was born and raised in the ghetto\n  (Born and raised baby)\n\n  Yeah\n  I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\n  Crusing in that Beamer like I'm 70\n  20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go\n  My mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe\n  Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves\n  These bitches best believe in me\n  When I tell em\n  \"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\n  Biggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in\n  Make em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks\n  Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life\n  Slippin' and I paid the price\n  Left my bitch alone and let her roam\n  She's a thousand miles away from home\n  Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\n  Milk, tryna rope the game\n  Record labels is now focusing\n  On the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to\n  Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n  Got that Cliquot mixed with ice\n  They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\n  I was born and raised in the ghetto\n\n  Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up\n  Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do\n  Young boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head\n  16, one in the head, homie that's what I do\n  In the hood I was born and raised\n  Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down\n  Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up\n  Paramedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up\n  Welcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks\n  Niggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot\n  A silverback ape\n  Cop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight\n  We got the streets, steak sauce\n  We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat\n  We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles\n  I ain't gotta see, nigga we got the streets\n\n  Damn, these niggas is runnin' the streets\n"},{"id":6050530,"name":"Stake Sauce","trackName":"Stake Sauce","artistName":"French Montana feat. Max B","albumName":"Coke Wave","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coke Wave\nDamn\nUh, yeah\nCoke wavy season\nBoss Don, French\nLet's go\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that\n\nUh, yeah\nCoke wavy season\nBoss Don, French\nLet's go\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that Henny mixed with Coke\nGot that Cliquot mixed with ice\nThey just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\nI was born and raised in the ghetto\n(Born and raised baby)\n\nYeah\nI'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\nCrusing in that Beamer like I'm 70\n20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go\nMy mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe\nPut it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves\nThese bitches best believe in me\nWhen I tell em\n\"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\nBiggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in\nMake em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks\nHit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life\nSlippin' and I paid the price\nLeft my bitch alone and let her roam\nShe's a thousand miles away from home\nSittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\nMilk, tryna rope the game\nRecord labels is now focusing\nOn the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to\nBigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n\nYeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\nAnd ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\nIn the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\nBaby so come and play\n\nI got that Henny mixed with Coke\nGot that Cliquot mixed with ice\nThey just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\nI was born and raised in the ghetto\n\nHit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up\nWork I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do\nYoung boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head\n16, one in the head, homie that's what I do\nIn the hood I was born and raised\nHomie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down\nThem metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up\nParamedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up\nWelcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks\nNiggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot\nA silverback ape\nCop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight\nWe got the streets, steak sauce\nWe on top of beef, a whole lotta heat\nWe never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles\nI ain't gotta see, nigga we got the streets\n\nDamn, these niggas is runnin' the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stake Sauce\n  artist: French Montana feat. Max B\n  album: Coke Wave\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coke Wave\n  Damn\n  Uh, yeah\n  Coke wavy season\n  Boss Don, French\n  Let's go\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that\n\n  Uh, yeah\n  Coke wavy season\n  Boss Don, French\n  Let's go\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n  Got that Cliquot mixed with ice\n  They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\n  I was born and raised in the ghetto\n  (Born and raised baby)\n\n  Yeah\n  I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E\n  Crusing in that Beamer like I'm 70\n  20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go\n  My mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe\n  Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves\n  These bitches best believe in me\n  When I tell em\n  \"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in\"\n  Biggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in\n  Make em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks\n  Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life\n  Slippin' and I paid the price\n  Left my bitch alone and let her roam\n  She's a thousand miles away from home\n  Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain\n  Milk, tryna rope the game\n  Record labels is now focusing\n  On the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to\n  Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo\n\n  Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday\n  And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday\n  In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask \"What's wave?\"\n  Baby so come and play\n\n  I got that Henny mixed with Coke\n  Got that Cliquot mixed with ice\n  They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice\n  I was born and raised in the ghetto\n\n  Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up\n  Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do\n  Young boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head\n  16, one in the head, homie that's what I do\n  In the hood I was born and raised\n  Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down\n  Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up\n  Paramedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up\n  Welcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks\n  Niggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot\n  A silverback ape\n  Cop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight\n  We got the streets, steak sauce\n  We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat\n  We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles\n  I ain't gotta see, nigga we got the streets\n\n  Damn, these niggas is runnin' the streets\n"}]