Scrimmage
Hmm Hmm
I'm up early like the bird, want the money, fuck the worm
All these niggas on me, soccer ball, I kick em to the curb
Got no purpose, he a dub
Make him sign on the prenup
(Hm) what's mines is mine, I do not share
Don't know what you thought (uhhhhhh)
This beat spicy, turn it up
What they doing? Not enough
Bitch it's Monty Starr, the brightest star, don't know me, look me up
Against me, you outta luck, too saucy ain't talking rub
You might catch me wearing black, but bitch I'm flyer than a dove
Na, na, na, These niggas sucking, and I ain't talking bout on dick
See they play with beats, but Im a beast, so know that imma feast
See the game is like sum math, and these niggas subtracting
Imma call they ass to duty if they talking all that static
Too far up, sum like a attic
High off life, sum like an addict
And I'm guess I'm Hollywood, cause I'm really with the action
Shining too bright, like a Patek
Tell yo homie to relax it
Trynna post me on the gram, Boy I just came for the backend
Run this bitch back, you won't get yo nigga back
If I catch 'em wandering again, ain't no take backs
Waist is gone like where it's at? My cash where my mouth at
If I ain't priority, I'm ghosting him like Snapchat
Uh
No introduction needed, it's Monty, the nigga they ain't topping
New day, but same mission, wake and bake, then back to stacking profit
They ain't got no vision, they shit tinted
Good thing they ain't pilots
Ain't seeing red lights, unless a nigga in the District
And my vision 20 20 'less it's bout some competition
Confidence yeah I come with it, and my wordplay so sadistic
If you see my haters faces, bet they looking oh so shitty
Only rocking with my bitches, who got they own way of living
Only smoking with the niggas, who got they own way of thinking
Ion think these niggas get that, nigga, Monty ain't kidding
I'm my own enemy, to me this shit is just a scrimmage
Run this bitch back, you won't get yo nigga back
If I catch 'em wandering again, ain't no take backs
Waist is gone like where it's at?
My cash where my mouth at
If I ain't priority I'm ghosting him like Snap
I'm up early like the bird, want the money, fuck the worm
All these niggas on me, soccer ball, I kick em to the curb
Got no purpose, he a dub
Make him sign on the prenup
(Hm) what's mines is mine, I do not share
Don't know what you thought (uhhhhhh)
This beat spicy, turn it up
What they doing? Not enough
Bitch it's Monty Starr, the brightest star, don't know me, look me up
Against me, you outta luck, too saucy ain't talking rub
You might catch me wearing black, but bitch I'm flyer than a dove
Na, na, na, These niggas sucking, and I ain't talking bout on dick
See they play with beats, but Im a beast, so know that imma feast
See the game is like sum math, and these niggas subtracting
Imma call they ass to duty if they talking all that static
Too far up, sum like a attic
High off life, sum like an addict
And I'm guess I'm Hollywood, cause I'm really with the action
Shining too bright, like a Patek
Tell yo homie to relax it
Trynna post me on the gram, Boy I just came for the backend
Run this bitch back, you won't get yo nigga back
If I catch 'em wandering again, ain't no take backs
Waist is gone like where it's at? My cash where my mouth at
If I ain't priority, I'm ghosting him like Snapchat
Uh
No introduction needed, it's Monty, the nigga they ain't topping
New day, but same mission, wake and bake, then back to stacking profit
They ain't got no vision, they shit tinted
Good thing they ain't pilots
Ain't seeing red lights, unless a nigga in the District
And my vision 20 20 'less it's bout some competition
Confidence yeah I come with it, and my wordplay so sadistic
If you see my haters faces, bet they looking oh so shitty
Only rocking with my bitches, who got they own way of living
Only smoking with the niggas, who got they own way of thinking
Ion think these niggas get that, nigga, Monty ain't kidding
I'm my own enemy, to me this shit is just a scrimmage
Run this bitch back, you won't get yo nigga back
If I catch 'em wandering again, ain't no take backs
Waist is gone like where it's at?
My cash where my mouth at
If I ain't priority I'm ghosting him like Snap
Credits
Writer(s): Montreo Sapp
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