20 of the Best Lyrics from French Montana’s ‘Jungle Rules’ Album
A lot can happen in a four-year span. Just ask French Montana, who has lived through more in that period than most experience in a lifetime. Releasing his debut album, Excuse My French, in 2013, after a decade spent building his reputation as one of the more prolific artists on the New York rap scene, French was riding high off his hit singles “Pop That” and “Ain’t Worried About Nothin,” and christened as a star in the making. Despite being a relative newcomer on the mainstream level, the Bronx native also had his sights set on becoming a boss in his own right, introducing Coke Boys, his own crew of lyrical bandits. Standout member Chinx proved French’s ability to brand his own artist, further increasing his stock.
However, tragedy would strike in 2015, when Chinx was gunned down in Queens, leaving French, who had already lost his former collaborator Max B to prison, in a state of mourning, and the future of Coke Boys in question. Two years after the fact, French has managed to bounce back in a big way from the adversity with his long-awaited sophomore album, Jungle Rules.
The project finds him attempting to build on the foundation he set with his debut LP, Excuse My French, and subsequent releases. Despite the setback of scrapping MC4 as his initial sophomore LP, French delivers a solid effort with Jungle Rules. Hooking up with Future, Travis Scott, The Weeknd, Young Thug, Pharrell Williams, Quavo, T.I., Swae Lee and Marc E. Bassy, as well as a glorious showing by Max B and a posthumous verse from Chinx, French turns in a high-powered effort, with enough hits to keep his name in rotation for the foreseeable future.
We’ve picked out 20 of the best lyrics from Jungle Rules that are sure to become among your favorite quotables sooner than later. Enjoy.
“Ay, hit the game, put the wave in it/Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it/I, I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it/Shootout with the police like Sigel did it/Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it/Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it” – French Montana
“Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls/From the pens, got my homie on the phone call/No work, money goes under the mattress only/Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me/Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only/Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony” – Chinx
“No time for restin’/My life’s invested in bein’ a fuckin’ legend/An icon, tryna cement it/I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7/I feel like problems in my city been deaded/I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened/My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’/I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause of my exes” – The Weeknd
“Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke/’Fore, before I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker/Only the red in my eyes see where you come from/We, we the gang, either you run with or run from/I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock/Me, me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton” – French Montana
“Hit it, top down, gang with me/Throwing up five cities/Trapping through the boost phone, buying those minutes/Me and Trav in that four, running through limits/Fucking with your boy, man sky ain’t the limit/Now Sky-Dweller OG five with the chemist, ah” – French Montana
“’Bout to go drive my Diablo/Grab the stick and wheel with my eyes closed/All up in yo phone, fucking on my model/On the narcos, feel like Pablo/Got my first chain, was rose golden/White bitches on me like I’m Kobe/Turn my jewellery to my trainer/Tell ’em ‘Ice me,’ ’cause I’m swollen” – Travis Scott
“Bring Dem Things”
“Chanel scarf like rainbow barf/$1,000 sip, nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth/You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce/I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles/I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe/1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth/Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice” – Pharrell Williams
“Bring Dem Things”
“Tried to put me in a box, I’m in the box office/All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off/Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller/Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback, Steelers/White villa from crack dealing/Now Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer/I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em, get ’em off me/Crib Calabasas on the hill” – French Montana
“Came from the bottom, watch what I do/You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo/You got a buzz, I’m the whole field/Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal/Try to book me for my watch/I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch/Call the coroner and call the pastor/And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter” – French Montana
“Look at my diamonds dancing/Look at the bitches panic/Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion/I’m higher than the Grand Canyon/You know I’m walking with the cannon/I got Dakota Fanning/I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas/But I taught her how to get the Benjis” – Quavo
“Hoppin’ up stage, got my diamonds, dirty dancin’/You know I work dirty, got ’em higher than a parasail/Tell my other bitch I’m on my other bitch, yeah/I just do that shit to make my other bitch jealous/40 in the kitchen and then he whippin’ up the dressin’/Every time you call, I be like, look, hold on, don’t stress me” – French Montana
“In Atlanta out with Flocka, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci/Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche/Got the score like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi/They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci/Gotta leave it up to God, cook it up and dry it/Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job”
“Blue cheese, revenue/I got a bitch that’s selling on the avenue/And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it/But I’ll still get ’em whacked for a band or two/And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth with you, we ain’t on a tennis court/And niggas talk big, when you see ’em, they don’t handle business though/They wanna let down” – T.I.
“My driveway cost a couple million just in cars/That loud weight, I just drop some chickens in that hole/Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark/Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad/I got bitches on me, ayy and I know they want me to raw dog/I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana” – Young Thug
“I’ma catch that off the rim/And I hope your man cool when I’m calling you/Don’t be acting like Iggy all fancy/Shoutout to Selena for the mansion/Shawty on the Bieber, she dancing/Catch me with J Lo in the Hamptons/Shawty got a groove, let’s make this a vibe/Back at the crib, playing bogus or not” – French Montana
“Ride like a foreigner/Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know/One show, what you get for a tour, you know/You want my face on the wall, you know/Fuck niggas motive was my motivation/Money on the floor, built the foundation” – French Montana
“Hope you never get famous/Flying low with the angels/They said, ‘Fake it ’til you make it’/I guess you fake when you make it/I told you, ‘Stick to the basics’/Built an empire started from the basement/If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken, you know it might cut ya”
“Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump/Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump/Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks/You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth/Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce/Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off/Snipe squad, roof top, dump, free Bump Stacks/Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps”
“’Cause you control my vices/I just want to fuck you on your nice shit/Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis/You control my vices/We was up grindin’ on the night shift/All that gave my dog suicidal crisis/Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress/I’ll bet, oh I think she like it”
“Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe/I burn my bridges, I’ma call the boat/Willie beaming with the audible/Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault/They counted us out/The bag is a mountain/I fucked my accountant/That pussy’s a fountain/I pledge of allegiance/You better believe it/I boarded a flight/Trump fucked up a Visa”