Me Too Lyrics – French Montana, Max B

Read the full Me Too lyrics by French Montana and Max B from the album Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos 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 Effortless and Serenation, two other songs by French Montana.

[Intro: Max B & French Montana]
Yeah
Montana, Don Veli
Rails, what’s popping?
40, I see you, baby, let’s roll
Yeah

[Verse 1: Max B]
I gave ’em my signature on the C-note
When it come to these speakers, I’m the keynot
lock 19 tucked in the peacoat (Peacoat)
I’m a peacock, she like to deepthroat, ma

Do new tricks, get it all clean
Quarter million on the truck, I’ma get it all green
Don’t you fu*k with them EMGs, n!ggas all team
Black, Stevie and more, been across seas
We be on patrol, money won’t fold
Sweet and sour on the bagel, honеy on the roll
Tryna show my man the globe, but Donniе on parole, damn
P.O. a d!ck, money on patrol, damn
I been chose, better off road
Don Veli on the building, letters all bold
I just hit me a royal flush, better off fold
On the oven, I bake cakes, but better on the stove, yeah

[Verse 2: French Montana]
If you wanna make one million, you gotta make two
Say don’t bring sand to the beach, I brought the beach through (Haan)
When New York fell off, Montana brought the East through (Ah)
Malibu Estates, mansion on the beach, at least two (Haan)
Don Tega, outer space with a b!tch who can’t breathe
Rap a sixteen, but my contract like an athlete
From birds on the block to the jet, CB on the wings
Tell your big homie my watch cost a hundred billion streams
When it come to Max, you know my name’s Me Too
‘Cause when he got the cash, I was like, “Me too”
And when he got the drop, I was like, “Me too”

When he almost got shot, I was like, “Me too”
Man, this s*it right here, dog, is just a preview
Wave Gods on a wave, Cosmo Brothers part two, haan

[Chorus: Max B]
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto, me too
Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle, me too
Yeah, I’m fiending to hit the model, me too
I’m having issues, somebody I need to speak to
I’m just tryna get my floss on, me too
I’m tryna flow like the boss don, me too
Big chain with the frost on, me too
I need cool of that Pérignon, me too

[Verse 3: Max B]
You ain’t fu*king with them boys, they got a choice (They got a choice)
Buttery flows and silk voices (Silk voices)
See, I fu*k with them hoes, I get ’em ownership (I get ’em ownership)
Yeah, I own a black Rolls-Royce
Like a building on wheels, hundred stacks peeled
Lost in 2K20, run it back, chill
Like the streets in ’09, I want it back for real (Want it back)
They want my face on a hundred-dollar bill
Been in prison, twenty joints, ten-million-dollar deal, yeah
You hear the sound, hit ’em off now
If they started at the bottom, I’ll get ’em off the ground, get up
We in the jack, n!ggas all vets
I could fu*k around and resurrect the Dipsets, yeah
Minus the Rell, minus the Writers (Fu*k all that)
Big Apple minus the ciders
Tryna fu*k Zendaya and Miley Cyrus, come on

[Chorus: Max B]
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto, me too
Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle, me too
Yeah, I’m fiending to hit the model, me too
I’m having issues, somebody I need to speak to
I’m just tryna get my floss on, me too
I’m tryna flow like the boss don, me too
Big chain with the frost on, me too
I need cool of that Pérignon, me too
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto, me too
Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle, me too
Yeah, I’m fiending to hit the model, me too
I’m having issues, somebody I need to speak to
I’m just tryna get my floss on, me too
I’m tryna flow like the boss don, me too
Big chain with the frost on, me too
I need cool of that Pérignon, me too