Lyrics French Montana – Hoop
Text:
Part I
Quavo (French Montana):
Flex
(Flexin’ like I came from nothin’)
{That-that-that-that, that be Maaly Raw}
Quavo:
Hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop
Hoop like LeBron (Hoop)
Bad tings on my arm (Bad, bad)
You know she love the guns (She love the guns)
Choppers in the trunk
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (Flex, flex, flex)
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (Flex)
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop
French Montana:
Flexin’ like I came from nothin’ (Flex, flex, flex)
Flexin’ like I came from nothin’
Quavo:
Flexin’ like I came from nothin’ (Flex, flex, flex)
Flexin’ like I came from nothin’
French Montana (Quavo):
Yeah, flex to flex it (Flex)
‘Nother hundred on the dresser, flex to flex it (Flex)
It’s a blessing, multi-millionaire, adolescent
I flex to flex it (Flex)
Double up and drop the price (Flex, hey)
Shooters hoppin’ out with rifles (Flex)
Crisis, crisis, crisis, crisis
You know, watch quarter mil’ but my time priceless (Flex)
Shake it up, hey (Flex)
A brown bag, wait (Flex)
You know them niggas hatin’ (Hatin’)
Now we moonwalkin’ to the bank (Flex)
Faded, faded
Flex to flex it (Flex), we drug related (Related)
My brothers in the Carter like not McGrady (Flex)
Part II
Quavo:
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (Flex, flex)
Hoop, hoop
(Mix on the beat)
French Montana (Quavo):
Youngin got rich now, count it up
Millions off the strip now, count it up
Millions ’round my wrist now, count it up
Million dollar bitch
Check the bezel, never frontin’, got a check
Yeah, you on my level (With a baddie)
Yeah, rock and roll with the metal (Like a baddie)
Breakin’ bread with the gang (Yeah)
I’m talkin’ hundred chains, diamond ring
Quavo:
Young nigga too paid (Yeah, yeah)
I send the plug dat way (Dat way)
Standin’ over the pot, I beat it, Beat by Dre (Beat it up, beat it up)
All this jewelry and money, I’m a walkin’ safe (Hey, walk)
No insurance, we got good hands, Allstate (Rrah)
Set me at the table, I eat up all plates
Young, young nigga wildin’, money still pilin’
Right hand up, look like I did the Heisman
She in love with diamonds and we got all sizes
Know she love a gangster, but ain’t here for the violence
I buy the car, come with zero mileage
Huncho Joel Embiid, I told her trust the process
French Montana (Quavo):
Youngin got rich now, count it up
Millions off the strip now, count it up
Millions ’round my wrist now, count it up
Million dollar bitch
Check the bezel, never frontin’, got a check
Yeah, you on my level (With a baddie)
Yeah, rock and roll with the metal (Like a baddie)
Breakin’ bread with the gang (Yeah)
I’m talkin’ hundred chains, diamond ring
Album
Dijon – Montana
