Released: December 6, 2019

Songwriter: Harry Fraud Myles Martin French Montana

Producer: Harry Fraud

[Intro]
Yeah, think about me, baby, oh
Think about me, baby, oh
Montana, wanna see me fall
(La música de Harry Fraud)
This gon' rock the fall with ’em
You wanna see me fall
Like the seasons, both fall in fall
Like the trees, it's gon' fall with ’em, oh

[Chorus]
Don't know what it cost
That's why I'm saucy, yeah
Suit on like I'm Rothstein, yeah
I'm so saucy
Montana so saucy, yeah

[Verse 1]
One life, live it up, hate strong, fillin' up
Engine sound like a twelve cylinder
Net worth, top demand, sneeze, I drop a band
Stunt like Muslim on Eid, I cop the Lam'
When I get hot head and cold feet
I got heat ’em up
Facilitate, disintegrate through the
Harry Truman in that presidential suite
Or Keanu Reeves in that white ’Rari speedin' (Skrrt)
You know I’m comin' when you hear the trunk
Chain clickin' and it got choppers if you duck the punches (Punches)
I don't do the brunches
Or yoga with Russell, I do
Batch house with crunches
I’m in the back, black with duffels
Ice chilly, blind your left eye (Eye), milli' up
Heart full of fire, gasoline
Drugs through that hail storm
You don't skate like ice on herringbone
Stony, I practice it, West Indian OV (Woo)

[Refrain]
Tryna change my ways
Tryna play my play
Think about me, baby
Change my ways
Tryna play my play (Yeah)
Think about me, baby (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Food for thought, cleaned the dishes, breakfast, lunch and dinner
Moved with the yay', Kris Jenner
South Bronx, Bronx boogie, Dirk Diggler, Boogie Nights
Money orders for my dawgs in the feds doin' life
Table full of white
Now it's commas for my vocal point
Yachts by the shoreline, foreigns like the borderline
Your bitch down low, that's an app
You could burn bridges or bridge the gap
I'm playin' Chinese chess
Ninety-nine mil' just to even the odds
Built with the gods
Never gossip, young Picasso
We the lynch mob with the night vision goggles (Woo)
My alliance feed the lions
Brainwash 'em 'til it's free to buy it
Conclusion, your reality become illusion
Ayy, I see you gaspin', feel that media
'Til you gaspin' for air, your friends leavin' ya
You ain't remotely close, but they control you
Montana, I been pimpin' like I'm Goldie
Chain gang, free my brother chain
Me and Max go back like rubber slang
Tense on you, flame, broil, it blow your mind
Tried to blind me but I still see through my loyal eye

[Refrain]
Yeah, think about me, baby
Yeah, oh
Wanna see me fall
Like the seasons, both fall

[Chorus]
Don't know what it cost
That's why I'm saucy, yeah
Suit on like I'm Rothstein, yeah
I'm so saucy
Montana so saucy, yeah

French Montana

Born Karim Kharbouch in Casablanca, Morocco, 1984, French Montana’s pursuit of the “American Dream” began in 1996 when he and his family emigrated to the Bronx, New York.

He began by selling ‘Cocaine City’ mixtapes and DVD’s with his mentor Max B, and eventually garnered the attention of major label executives, signing a deal with Akon’s Konvict Music Label. The deal fell through in 2011 due to album delays, and as a result, French signed a joint deal with Bad Boy and Maybach Music in late 2011 early 2012.

He is possibly one of the hardest working rappers of the past era, releasing over 23 bodies of work along with many features, chart-toppers, and production credits.