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conversations.value: Write me a song called Whiskey Eyes with the following description: The opener for French Montana’s Jungle Rules is a strong one. In the chorus of this song, a woman seems to be attracted to Montana, and wants to have a conversation with him. In Montana’s verses, he is explaining to the girl how great success is, and what he did to get to the top. Chinx also talks about success and makes a nice feature on the song. This song is filled with emotion, explanations, and bragging. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: 
  Chinx
  ]
  On the count of three I want everyone to say it
  (Ciroc party)
  Hold up, baba
  On the count of three I want everyone to say it
  "I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy"
  1, 2, 3
  I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy
  [Chorus: Fe]
  You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
  You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
  I'll fall, I'll fall for you
  And there's nothin' I can do
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  Yea, Montana
  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
  Ev-Everything that's gold ain't what it glitter
  I seen killers fold, foes turn to killers
  Have your money right when the law call
  I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
  The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
  (Turn the pain into music)
  Turn the music into millions, haan
  Got jerked my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
  Once I made my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
  Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's empire
  L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
  Had to learn taxes, help you relax
  If you don't own your masters, your classics turn to ashes
  So hit the round table, count it all up
  Or get the brown bag, count it all up
  Call the bad bitches, round 'em all up
  Count it first, we can count it all up
  Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
  (International superstar, you know who we are) [Chorus: Fe]
  You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
  You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
  I'll fall, I'll fall for you
  And there's nothin' I can't do
  [Verse 2: French Montana]
  They said kill 'em with success, toe tag ya up
  N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain't rag up
  P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
  The karma turn to commas
  If the block told you eye to eye
  Seeing dreams in a bottle
  The younger son of Pablo
  Trips out to Cabo, deep sea with a model
  That's Tammy from Miami, 
  put her face on the white like Sosa
  Come and get a close up
  I'm on the post like the power forward
  From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
  Big up, f-for the stick up
  They wanted me to hiccup
  I copped the Bent' over sticker
  A- about to come and pick your chick up
  Gladiator
   theme music with Casino suits
  Godfather
   trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
  This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
  This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
  Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
  In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Palm Beach
  We was climbin' fences, we was playin' benches
  One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
  European boots, European suits
  African diamonds, my niggas shinin'
  My nigga Chinx son became my own son
  The block where I'm from, you need your own gun [Verse 3: Chinx]
  Devil held me up, figured that I'd convert to God
  Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
  Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp'
  The game ain't for the weak, go and play the church
  Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
  Ridin' on these suckas that opposed it
  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
  [Chorus: Fe]
  You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
  You'll tell me things, I know they're all lies
  I'll fall, I'll fall for you
  And there's nothin' I can do