[Hook] Day dreaming out the loft Coke prices in my head Niggas scheming on the mob, shoot 'em dead Niggas coming for me, niggas got nothing on me All my niggas go hard Coke boys go hard Montana, nigga, go hard Go hard, go hard
[Verse 1] Bentley coupe, I ride up front Vision like a hawk and niggas talking, we ain't gotta front Gotta stunt Do it for my doggy bitches on me, let 'em gobble then Put 'em on the mic, in couple hours, she's a album then Follow me, money tall, all my niggas ride with me Knock up on 'em, any minute, nigga Keep ya eye on me, fly on me Couple pills and liquor got me thinking I could stop a plane I'm a dog, balls on her head like a soccer game Dog it on the kitchen floor She cooked the word, pigeon-toe Used to do it free, now I'm six a show Bitches know, no I never cuff 'em, bitch front Fucking no, I got plenty more Welcome to the Frenchy show, Montana
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[Verse 2] Money, drugs, bitches be a part of life It's sort of like all the real niggas had the same thought of life Harlem nights, flat screen, call ya wife No, I never spoil 'em, never dog 'em on a sober night Getting me in the mood when that dope is right All my niggas do it for the love and they fall in love overnight Montana, cold as ice I could match you, call the price Ask about the game, they'll tell you I brung it back like a quarter of white Casino lights, two chains, Beemer lights Coupe, no top, all-red like mosquito bites But I'm a four-door, never coupe, niggas Sip syrup like a Houston nigga I be the future, nigga