Uh huh, Jay Montana man
Okay, Jay Montana
Uh huh, Jay Montana man
Oh my God, it's Jay Montana man
Wait, how you getting mad, cause I count bands and you do not
I got diamonds on my neck and on my watch
Bitch I got hella knots, in my pocket
Keep that Glockie, I got hella knocks
Shoot like- fuck it
Talk onna gang, and we getting the drop
He in his crib then we shoot up the spot
If he not there then we spinning the block
Boy you not bout it, that's just a facade
I got designer from shirt to my sock
Balling so hard, bitch I feel like a jock
Got a bust down Prezzy, ain't talking Barack
Keeping artillery like I'm in COD, like hey
I'm at my graduation, living that good life I feel like Ye
Blowing these bands, the fuck is saving, I could die right now like any day
Wifey, she look like a model, don't walk past me just come my way
I already knew that I had to make it, I would hate my job like everyday
Now I'm not doing that
I got hunnids, I got twenties, I got stupid racks
I been smoking on exotic, I got stupid packs
All these knots up in my jeans, my pockets stupid fat
So let's go rack for rack
Hop in the v and I'm pushing, you ready
He dissing, I'm leaving him deady
Shot that boy down, I think he need a meddy
Setting the trend, I ain't talking bout Setty
Counting the guala, I'm counting the fetty
Shorty she wet, she a wetty
Went out to London, I got in the jetty
Diamonds, they freezing, they cold like a Yeti, like woah
Pop me a perc and I'm sipping on lean, I move too slow
Blowing a band on some kicks, I remember when I was broke
I was down bad on my ass back then, they ain't hit my phone
Now that I'm up they gon tell me like damn I knew you'd blow
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