Metro Wave Lyrics – French Montana

Read the full Metro Wave lyrics by French Montana, Max B and Metro Boomin 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 Narcos and Heaven, two other songs by French Montana.

[Intro: Max B]
Want it to sound right
Narcos music
Coke Wave Boys
Ace, Bigger Bell, Don Montego
Metro
Fu*k with this s*it right here, though
We don’t give a fu*k, let’s go

[Verse 1: Max B]
Yeah, park the double-R (Double-R), bring the truck out (Truck out)
B!tch is bulletproof, I got my nuts out

Ask about the don, I bring the out
Them n!ggas lucking up (Up), you n!ggas lucking out (Bye-bye)
Fu*k with the style, you must be bugging out (Bugging out)
I did a seven ball (Seven ball), I had to thug it out (Thug it out)
Flooded out, bring the Louis luggage out (Bring it out, baby)
This b!tch is flirting, I’m ’bout to come to your house (I am)
Unbutton her blouse (Blouse), I’m ’bout to fu*k her mouth (Her mouth)
She ’bout to make a play, I’ma comе on the couch
It’s lobsters, shrimp, I’m done with thе pouch (Done)
We run New York, but I fu*k with the south (Ow)

[Chorus: Max B]
You hate me, new AP, ooh, baby, new Mercedes
New paper, new caper, new blazer, look what you made me
Tryna screw you, get ’em drippy
Sipping sixty, made a mil’ on day three
I ain’t got a chance, y’all won’t give me no more
Look at what became of me (Montana)

[Verse 2: French Montana & Max B]
Silk tops, three-piece suits, sip more juice
‘Rari trucks and Bent’ coupes, got no roof (Skrrt)
And them bros off the PEM juice, they so loose
Can’t penetrate the dream team, we bulletproof (Bah, bah, bah)
About to park the coupe, bring the truck out (Bring the truck out)

About to go and grab the bag, break the fu*k out (Break the fu*k out)
Grab them b!tches, tell them hoes, “Make the fu*k out” (Make the fu*k out)
I got the cash, tell Heck to bring the stuff out (Bring the stuff out)
And we don’t coach ya, it don’t matter what’s out (What’s out)
Eighteen years later, bigger valley, fresh out
Counting eighteen million cash to get the stress out
We them boys, running through ’em, bring your best out (Ha)
Hidden hills, bad b!tches, kick the rest out (Kick the rest out)
We ain’t chasing moments, we ain’t gotta rush out (Gotta rush out)
Laying on his back, he came in with his chest out (With his chest out)
Elon Musk, flip the bird, put the X out, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
You hate me, new AP, ooh, baby, new Mercedes
New paper, new caper, new blazer, look what you made me
Tryna screw you, get ’em drippy
Sipping sixty, made a mil’ on day three
I ain’t got a chance, y’all won’t give me no more
Look at what became of me

[Outro: Max B]
Look at what became of me
Look at what became of me