Jeep

Jay Montana
Oh my God, it's Jay Montana

Trackhawk with me, I'm pushing the Jeep
She annoying, I block and delete
Ice on my body, I think Imma freeze
Thumbing through money, this shit is a breeze
My girl in Chanelly, that's double the C's
I'm in Gucci, that's double the G's
She got big titties, that's double the D's
Plug not from here, I think he Lebanese
Double cup, sipping on drank
Look at my cup, and my Sprite done turned pink
I'm getting money, boy what do you think
I'm laughing so hard when I walk to the bank
Balling so hard like I'm Shaq in the paint
Diamonds so icy, I feel like a rink
I want the money man, fuck all the fame
Talking on gang, and I'm shooting like Dame
Mе and the gang and we up in LA
Took your bitch, and left hеr in the bay
I just been making these hits and counting up money
So I do not care what you say

Blocking this bitch, man I don't wanna text
That bitch annoying, she getting me vexed
They like Montana you blowing, you next
Imma be real, man I feel like the best
Talking down on me, you gon' need a vest
Matter fact, we gon' aim at your neck
Balling so hard like I play for the Nets
Diamonds my ear, and they making me deaf
I'm in the coupe and I'm dropping the top
Stick super long, bitch it look like a mop
Your bitch a hoe she be giving me bop
Caught that boy lacking, he running in Crocs
She give me head, if it's good, Imma toss
You a lil nigga, my boy Imma boss
Niggas be snitching, they talking to cops
I'm up in New England, I'm balling like Moss
Spin on your block like a fidget
Count up my money, I count up my digits
Niggas be ratting, these niggas be snitching
My money tall and your money like midgets
Pour me a four in a twenty, I'm sipping
Hop in the V, double R I be whipping
Talking on gang and you coming up missing
Then fuck on your bitch on the floor of your kitchen
Sipping on Wock' but I miss my Act'
I've been blowing up, so they ring my jack
Your pockets skinny, my pockets fat
Montana so tuff, nigga that's a fact
I was down bad now I'm counting racks
Talking on gang, my demons gon' black
'Member I was broke, I ain't going back
Don't wanna cuff her, nigga she's a gnat

Trackhawk with me, I'm pushing the Jeep
She annoying, I block and delete
Ice on my body, I think Imma freeze
Thumbing through money, this shit is a breeze
My girl in Chanelly, that's double the C's
I'm in Gucci, that's double the G's
She got big titties, that's double the D's
Plug not from here, I think he Lebanese
Double cup, sipping on drank
Look at my cup, and my Sprite done turned pink
I'm getting money, boy what do you think
I'm laughing so hard when I walk to the bank
Balling so hard like I'm Shaq in the paint
Diamonds so icy, I feel like a rink
I want the money man, fuck all the fame
Talking on gang, and I'm shooting like Dame
Mе and the gang and we up in LA
Took your bitch, and left hеr in the bay
I just been making these hits and counting up money
So I do not care what you say



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