Video Montreal de Cochise 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Cochise - Montreal Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Told that nigga to stop on callin' me
I can do a lot, but I ain't doin' no apology (No, yeah)
Got more money in my pocket that a lotte— (No, yeah)
I got so much money, I can switch up the econo— (No, yeah)

[Bridge]
God been with me the whole time
Like y'all nig—, y'all niggas be cappin', boy
All that lame-ass (Yeah), you know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
And these niggas with me and my nigga, it don't matter 'cause out here, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, it get messy (Messy)
Call my bestie (Call my bestie), diamonds Wesley (Diamonds Wesley)
Niggas hatin' on my phone, they gettin' pesty (Ha)
I be swingin' with that pole, they think I'm zesty (Mwah)
I just passed to all my niggas like I'm Messi
Lil' nigga, that's us (Yeah, that's us)
Don't act too tough (Don't act too tough)
'Fore your ass get bust ('Fore your ass get bust)
'Fore your ass get punched ('Fore your ass get punched)
(Give me that, give me that) Give me that lunch
(Give me that, give me that) Say, "Give me that lunch" (Like, hold on, okay)
I ain't talkin' Nike, tell a nigga, "Come and check me"
Got a couple thousand, see it hangin' from my neck piece
Ha, she gon' do it for the checky (Facts)
When it come to me, she gon' try to give me babies (Facts)
Give me that, yeah, uh, give me that, yeah-yeah
Give me that top, okay, got me lookin' like Pac
Okay, I be sippin' on 'ROC
Arms swole, got me lookin' like Rock
Okay, nigga, pass me that rock
Okay, niggas know I ain't hot
Had to her I'm an angel, huh, I ain't with the demons (No)
Paul Walker, all my niggas, they be speedin' (They be speedin')
Crackhead, all these niggas do is fiendin' (Fiendin')
Nigga think he beatin' me, he must be dreamin', yeah
Push the SRT, the oil started leakin', yeah
I just made half a million off of speakin', yeah
I just spent in half a milli', I be tweakin', yeah
Shawty keep on hittin' my phone, that shit be beepin' (Okay)
Don't try me, you get shot (Shot)
Took mama to Mercedes, then we copped it off the lot (I did)
I told you I'm not fightin', if you see me, you get popped (Facts)
They air at your truck and now it's lookin' like some Crocs (Facts)
I told you I don't stop (Stop)
[Outro]
These past months, I've been goin' through a lot
But I know that God gon' save me from the devil plot
Why you in the kitchen if you know it's gettin' hot?
And if the paper gettin' low, I scrap the—