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Jay Montana It's Jay Montana man Yea Oh my God it's Jay Montana Choppa with me and it came with a beam This shorty blowing my phone, she annoying, I left her on seen 'Member the days I was broke I get money now, this shit it feel like a dream Bitch I been balling, my money got tall Holy shit bitch I feel like Kareem Getting dubs, bitch I need me a ring In the V, bitch I'm doing two hunnid Going straight to the top, to the summit Fuck your bitch from the back and she love it See that blick, that boy get to running Hear the bullets, that boy get to ducking Yea my demons be wilding, they bugging They would tell me that I would be nothing Well I just turned that nothing to something Ninеty nine at the of Montana With Gorillas, they going bananas My nеw coupe black and white like a Panda And I'm mixing the drank with the Fanta Heard your bitch wanna fuck me on camera With the gang, and we out to Atlanta Met a bad bitch, her name is Savanah Oh wait no, I think her name Miranda Talking down on the gang leave you devastated Smoking za to the chest got me medicated Don't get high anymore, I get elevated And you niggas gon' copy, I demonstrate it I'm gon' take what I want, bitch I captivate it Stop the cap, we know that shit is fabricated And that boy is a bitch, he domesticated All I want is the breesh, it ain't complicated I can't fuck on that hoe, she got mileage On a jet and we straight to the Islands Yea I'm straight to the top, I be climbing To the bank I be laughing and smiling Diamonds cold, bitch they changing the climate Money stacking, that shit is compiling Like I told you my demons be wilding Mix the Ksubi with Louie, I'm styling In the V, bitch I'm pushing the ghost Now your bitch want my dick in her throat And I'm rocking Balenci the coat And my Diamonds they wet like a boat Know a white bitch, she loves to do coke Feel like Tay-K cause murder she wrote Niggas dirty, they not using soap How I'm stepping, I feel like a goat It's Montana the rockstar Double cup, sipping Wockhardt Yea, we know you are not hard You get popped like a Pop-Tart And your bitch she be giving me face Twelve can't catch me I'm doing the race Choppa with me, I'm keeping a K Shooters with me, they do what I say
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