Monte
You really know who they fuckin with?
So nice, say it twice
Yeah, yeah
It's Rah Rah, and I'm in the spot
Ya dig?
It's the boy, chasing breesh
Hun at least on the east side
Imma get them bands
Watch them dance on the seaside
Keep the drama when I'm about my action
Comedy life
Laughing at these haters getting mad
Ima stay fly
Summit man, 100 on the dash
I be on the zoom
Gonna glance at lil shawty's ass
When I'm with your boo
Stunning fam, looking like the man, I just stay GQ
Understand
Never coming last when you wit the crew
Put you in submission, missing missions
Imma look for you
Dipping out in foreigns, with a tourist
It's a custom, boo
Butterfly the doors,
That's of course when you in cocoons
I'm a megalodon, fuck a tank
Swimming in them blue notes
Get the bag, shit is Coach
Remember used to make the new spliff
Out the old roach, it still hit tho
Who dat knocking at the front door?
If it's 12, tell em blow the grip
And they better know
I can tell when you fail, seen it since a snotty nose
Imma step like a vet, nigga
Riding for our own
If you stand for nothing, man you'll always fall for something
Standing on the green, money only thing that's fallin'
Bitch I'm ballin'
Perfect shift, shit too official
Perfect bitch, I work the middle
She on my lap, Gran Turismo
I hit the gas, she blow the whistle
Did the overtime just to ball a little
At the complex, but let's keep it simple
Percocets and grams of drizzo
Counting a check in Monte Cristo
Pulling strings, I'm Eric Clapton, I can't play no fiddle
We not fucking with no capping, I ain't Ness or Mitchell
Pulling baddies, shawty buss it, hair on point, no frizzle
She got em bouncing at the same time, that's a double dribble
Too official, 2Ahunnid
Riding private out in public
Talk that bullshit, bite the bullet
All ya niggas gon kick the bucket
'Kuna matata, I just said fuck it
Hole in ya chest, no running on Dunkin
105 press, push weight, gang hustlin
Give it thy best, or don't give nothing
Hold up
Ain't no way that pussy lil boy said something
Tony Montana, put a scar on your face
Pablo Montoya, I'm winning this race
Used to hoop w JP, now it's bank what I chase
Coulda macced on Morgan, woulda hit it in 8th
Shawty on all fours, yeah you know she did great
Dick long like a hero, I just put on my cape
Perfect shift, shit too official
Perfect bitch, I work the middle
She on my lap, Gran Turismo
I hit the gas, she blow the whistle
Did the overtime just to ball a little
At the complex, but let's keep it simple
Percocets and grams of drizzo
Counting a check in Monte Cristo
So nice, say it twice
Yeah, yeah
It's Rah Rah, and I'm in the spot
Ya dig?
It's the boy, chasing breesh
Hun at least on the east side
Imma get them bands
Watch them dance on the seaside
Keep the drama when I'm about my action
Comedy life
Laughing at these haters getting mad
Ima stay fly
Summit man, 100 on the dash
I be on the zoom
Gonna glance at lil shawty's ass
When I'm with your boo
Stunning fam, looking like the man, I just stay GQ
Understand
Never coming last when you wit the crew
Put you in submission, missing missions
Imma look for you
Dipping out in foreigns, with a tourist
It's a custom, boo
Butterfly the doors,
That's of course when you in cocoons
I'm a megalodon, fuck a tank
Swimming in them blue notes
Get the bag, shit is Coach
Remember used to make the new spliff
Out the old roach, it still hit tho
Who dat knocking at the front door?
If it's 12, tell em blow the grip
And they better know
I can tell when you fail, seen it since a snotty nose
Imma step like a vet, nigga
Riding for our own
If you stand for nothing, man you'll always fall for something
Standing on the green, money only thing that's fallin'
Bitch I'm ballin'
Perfect shift, shit too official
Perfect bitch, I work the middle
She on my lap, Gran Turismo
I hit the gas, she blow the whistle
Did the overtime just to ball a little
At the complex, but let's keep it simple
Percocets and grams of drizzo
Counting a check in Monte Cristo
Pulling strings, I'm Eric Clapton, I can't play no fiddle
We not fucking with no capping, I ain't Ness or Mitchell
Pulling baddies, shawty buss it, hair on point, no frizzle
She got em bouncing at the same time, that's a double dribble
Too official, 2Ahunnid
Riding private out in public
Talk that bullshit, bite the bullet
All ya niggas gon kick the bucket
'Kuna matata, I just said fuck it
Hole in ya chest, no running on Dunkin
105 press, push weight, gang hustlin
Give it thy best, or don't give nothing
Hold up
Ain't no way that pussy lil boy said something
Tony Montana, put a scar on your face
Pablo Montoya, I'm winning this race
Used to hoop w JP, now it's bank what I chase
Coulda macced on Morgan, woulda hit it in 8th
Shawty on all fours, yeah you know she did great
Dick long like a hero, I just put on my cape
Perfect shift, shit too official
Perfect bitch, I work the middle
She on my lap, Gran Turismo
I hit the gas, she blow the whistle
Did the overtime just to ball a little
At the complex, but let's keep it simple
Percocets and grams of drizzo
Counting a check in Monte Cristo
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Writer(s): Raheem Williams
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