Made it Out Lyrics – French Montana, Max B

Read the full Made it Out lyrics by French Montana and Max B from the album Wave Gods 2: Cosmos Brothers along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy French Montana’s music, you can also explore We Gettin Money and Break You Off, two other songs by French Montana.

[Intro]

[Chorus]
Gotta keep my wrists on froz
otta keep Mamis on go
Gotta keep my pockets full
Gotta keep dumping on fools
Coke Wave Boys I’m rollin
Anywhere we go is our next move
Mami said she want new tits, new boobs
Bad b!tches, European cars and jewels

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Jay retired, Nas still dropping
The block’s still hot, fiends still copping
Cam and Mase got the podcast
Tracy Morgan got two hundred million for the car crash
Shout to OutKast, we never been a fluke, word to Andre 3K
Coke Wave Boys, dog, name a better group
Used to drive it out of town, get triple what it costs
Had the plug on the phone way beforе the aux
Used to see the youngins on thе corner on the first
Now they all confused ’cause their idols wearing purses
Greatest of our time, yeah, we the greats
Contract like number 8 with the Lakers when I sign
‘Cause we the Cosmos Brothers, untouchable
Uncrushable, getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz
Ask your friends who the illest
Don Snow, Don (??) , b!tch, you know we the realest
Benz, ask your friends who the illest
Don Snow, Don (??), b!tch, you know we the realest

[Chorus]
Gotta keep my wrists on froz
otta keep Mamis on go
Gotta keep my pockets full
Gotta keep dumping on fools

Coke Wave Boys I’m rollin
Anywhere we go is our next move
Mami said she want new tits, new boobs
Bad b!tches, European cars and jewels

[Verse 2: Max B]
Yeah, I be getting drinks some liquor trying to lace me
N!ggas take my style come from somewhere from space B
I’m looking at your style and you n!ggas is madd hasty
I cut a n!gga down (??) like a pastry
N!ggas (??) AC
Back in ’93 (??) escape key
Riding on any n!gga that think he can take me
Driving off any liquor
Play tricks crazy made a b!tch hate me
Played a b!tch safely, kill it if it nick me
Pop (??)
Finally here, finally n!ggas made it
We with the bulls*it, the wave’s contagious

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t ask, we made it out the hood

[Chorus]
Gotta keep my wrists on froz
otta keep my Mamis on go
Gotta keep my pockets full
Gotta keep dumping on fools
Coke Wave Boys I’m rollin
Anywhere we go is our next move
Mami said she want new tits, new boobs
Bad b!tches, European cars and jewels

[Outro: French Montana]
Came through the front, slid through the back
Walk like a pimp, talk like a mack
Shorty tried to snide, so I slid through the back
She won’t do it for the love, she’ll do it for a stack