Splash Brothers
(M-M-M-M)
Haan?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and Lil Weezyana
Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammer's
I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I'm on that coke wave, stay in your own lane
Nigga, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got OGs listenin' to me like the O'Jays
Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Now I put that snow on private planes, call 'em jet-skis
All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah
Hot Boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah
Young Mula
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)
On double MG, I'll fuck a rapper's wife (huh)
Blow a Birkin on her, and I won't even touch her twice (haan?)
Your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays
When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (put 'em on your grave)
Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boy, baby)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt)
Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (woo)
Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes
Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam' (bah)
I follow OGs, not the IG
Me and Splash Brothers like the Isleys
I couldn't rhyme fast, made the pie stretch (haan?)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi on her (bah-bah-bah)
You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby)
Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know you, clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on? My bitch got a bigger truck (skrrt)
Paul Pierce on live, I don't give a fuck (Montana)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)
Huh, biggest (M-M-M-M)
Never ask, I only came to do the Devil's task
Feelin' fast, so I just gotta get a pedal gas
Never crash, I'm spendin' money like I never had
Several bags I give to bitches that'll never last (uh)
Say my name, niggas lookin' for you with treasure maps (woo)
Can't pedal back, and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (hahaha)
Wavin' flags, but you the one we all still aimin' at (huh)
40 bottles and left you pussies with the table tab (brrt)
Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes
And I done smoked a lot of niggas and a lot of mine (woo)
Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines
Or I could turn you niggas up and that's the bottom line (Maybach Music)
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Haan?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and Lil Weezyana
Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammer's
I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I'm on that coke wave, stay in your own lane
Nigga, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got OGs listenin' to me like the O'Jays
Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Now I put that snow on private planes, call 'em jet-skis
All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah
Hot Boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah
Young Mula
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)
On double MG, I'll fuck a rapper's wife (huh)
Blow a Birkin on her, and I won't even touch her twice (haan?)
Your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays
When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (put 'em on your grave)
Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boy, baby)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt)
Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (woo)
Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes
Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam' (bah)
I follow OGs, not the IG
Me and Splash Brothers like the Isleys
I couldn't rhyme fast, made the pie stretch (haan?)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi on her (bah-bah-bah)
You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby)
Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know you, clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on? My bitch got a bigger truck (skrrt)
Paul Pierce on live, I don't give a fuck (Montana)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)
Huh, biggest (M-M-M-M)
Never ask, I only came to do the Devil's task
Feelin' fast, so I just gotta get a pedal gas
Never crash, I'm spendin' money like I never had
Several bags I give to bitches that'll never last (uh)
Say my name, niggas lookin' for you with treasure maps (woo)
Can't pedal back, and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (hahaha)
Wavin' flags, but you the one we all still aimin' at (huh)
40 bottles and left you pussies with the table tab (brrt)
Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes
And I done smoked a lot of niggas and a lot of mine (woo)
Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines
Or I could turn you niggas up and that's the bottom line (Maybach Music)
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
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Writer(s): French Montana
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