Wall To Wall

feat Busta Rhymes & French Montana

[Intro: French Montana]

My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh

Everythin' you want you don't need

And don't believe everythin' you read

And only have what you see

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only have what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall

My money's stacked up, wall to wall

My shows' packed up, wall to wall

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk

[Verse 1: French Montana]

Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench

White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends

('Til they called it love)

Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers

('Bout to go to war)

Prices on your head, I'm a spend it

Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it

On my son, I was in it, I was in it

Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin', I ain't meant it

I'm shinin' every minute

Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino

Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop

I done counted ten mills whenever I drop

Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out on (?)

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only have what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall

My money's stacked up, wall to wall

My shows' packed up, wall to wall

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Frozen fish scale, you better go to Ishmael

Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill

Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair

Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit

Enough money to (?) kids, kings will pillows

Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters

Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix

Come out the hole, this is weight (?)

So much bread, we build lead houses

Run in the shed, seen dead thousands

Faces, we call 'em big noses

Flashin' in the farmer shit, grubbed up niggas is wasted

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only have what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall

My money's stacked up, wall to wall

My shows' packed up, wall to wall

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zap

And spectacular visuals

Niggas be camera phonin' up my movement

Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents

While we go stackin' procedurals

Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it

Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)

Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum

Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra

Cause the money traced back

To them diamond mines out in Africa

We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures

Phone'd have me speak with holograms

When I'm buildin' with bitches

And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes

Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles

Fuck it, decided to blow and Em just bein' silly

With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi

And for the five percent with the signs

And 'em ones that really get me

I got a lot to do with civilizin' account and I'm busy

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]

I don't need it, yeah

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah

Only have what you see, yeah

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]

It's "Hello", oh, Lord

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall

My money's stacked up, wall to wall

My shows' packed up, wall to wall

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk

[Outro: Raekwon]

Salute, salute, yeah

Montana, what up, baby?

Word up, you know what it is, my nigga

Louis (?) right here, baby

Yeah, get it, you know what this is, nigga