Yea Yea Yea Jay Montana man We are castaways We are Yea Yea Yea Yea I pour the deuce in my Fanta Thirty shots make him a dancer And I know these bitches be fallin' in love On my story they callin' me handsome Man these niggas be sick like some cancer I'm makin' money I cash out Coutin' up all of these racks now Pop me a perc and I blackout Got a thirty it came wit' a stick Get to neckin' I don't wanna kiss Feel like Juice bitch I hit me a lick Yea that boy tryna that I'm broke and I'm bummy But I got his bitch inna whip If he keep talkin' crazy I pull up I'm shooting like Curry I swear I won't miss Yea Yea Yea Yea I pour the deuce in my Fanta Thirty shots make him a dancer And I know these bitches be fallin' in love On my story they callin' me handsome Man these niggas be sick like some cancer I'm makin' money I cash out Coutin' up all of these racks now Pop me a perc and I blackout Got a thirty it came wit' a stick Get to neckin' I don't wanna kiss Feel like Juice bitch I hit me a lick Yea that boy tryna that I'm broke and I'm bummy But I got his bitch inna whip If he keep talkin' crazy I pull up I'm shooting like Curry I swear I wont miss