Uh huh, Jay Montana man
Oh my God it's Jay Montana man
Bitch I'm Montana, not talking about Tony
Steak on my plate, no more eating baloney
Pour me a four, bitch I'm sipping on forty
Damn I fucked up, all this Wock in my sodie
Tell me how you my brother when you do not know me
Got me twin Glockies, that's Zack and that's Cody
If I cannot find him, I'll up at his homie
If you making money stop talking, just show me
Sipping on Wocky, I'm sipping on drank
Pop me a Xanny, I pop me a crank
I'm inna big body, pushing the tank
You a low level, you not in my rank
I do what I want and you can't, cause you can't
I do what I want, yea I do what you can't
I'm laughing so hard when I walk to the bank
Got diamonds all over my wrist and my chain
Pop me a Percocet thirty, I'm bussin
Keep an AK, bitch I feel like a Russian
N would tell me that I would be nothing
Told them to shut up, I knew they was bluffing
I get to the Chicken, you get to the stuffing
Chop got a beam, it gon aim at your muffin
You talking on gang, then we taking your cousin
Got vvs all over my neck, I ain't tucking
I'm sipping too much, bitch I'm bugging I'm bugging
Run up the commas, I'm thumbing I'm thumbing
Pour me the drank and I'm chugging I'm chugging
Stick on my hip like I'm drumming I'm drumming
The bass in the back and it's thumping it's thumping
Shooters they with me, they dumping they dumping
That boy ain't bout it, he ducking he ducking
Caught him in person, he running he running
Wifey she hit me, she told me be safe
I told her baby I'm coming your way
Hop on a flight and we straight to LA
Fuck it, I'm stuck in the Bay with my bae
I'm smoking exotic, I can't feel my face
Shooters, they with me, they spraying like mace
Keep a green tip, bitch I feel like I'm Jace
You a lil boy, n stay in your place
I feel like I'm cursed, I been chilling with demons
My n fucking up shit and we leaving
I was down bad, they wouldn't give me a reason
Now that I'm up, they gon say they believing
I feel like I'm Roddy, I ball every season
Where was you at, I was down, I was bleeding
Dropping this heat, yea the streets I been feeding
They like Montana keep dropping, I'm feining
Bitch I'm Montana, not talking about Tony
Steak on my plate, no more eating baloney
Pour me a four, bitch I'm sipping on forty
Damn I fucked up, all this Wock in my sodie
Tell me how you my brother when you do not know me
Got me twin Glockies, that's Zack and that's Cody
If I cannot find him, I'll up at his homie
If you making money stop talking, just show me