[Intro: French Montana]
Montana, Breezy
You know what it is when you hear that haan

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Don't you open up that window
Chrome .45 with that extendo
Off that batch of molly, pussy, all we know
In the Lamborghini, how fast does your 'Rari go?
All my n***as trippin', you might catch a body flow
She pussy poppin', I'ma tip her, that's the way I roll
Told me thots are crazy, told her I've been here before
Her man came home and now I'm creepin' out that window
I ain't with the playin' games or sneakin' (Hey, hey, hey)
She just wanna twerk it on the weekend (Hey, yeah, yeah)
I'm fuckin' with a bad Puerto Rican (Oh)
Pussy so wet, my dick a ten like the deep end (Oh)
We in Las Vegas, so you know we never sleepin' (Oh)
A hundred bottles and you know I snuck my weed in

[Verse 2: French Montana, Chris Brown]
Montana, haan (Yeah, yeah, ow!)
Go to LIV on Sunday (Ayy, ayy)
Wake up and go to court on Monday (Haan)
I just met a actress this week (Oh my God)
She came through the crib with six freaks (Oh my God)
I've been trappin' since fifteen (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' back when bricks was fifteen (Haan)
Don't you open up that window (Oh)
I don't chase bitches, I just pimp hoes (Pimpin', pimpin')
Talkin' 'bout that brown bag is all we know (Oh my God)
Hollywood bitches always wanna smoke (Hot, Hollywood)
I just made three mil this week (This week)
In them streets, Montana hotter than fish grease (Haan, ayy, ayy)
All the bitches in my face, paparazzi takin' pictures
That's that Californication, I just need my medication
Talkin' Reggie for the Pacers (Oh), sippin' yellow, purple, Lakers
Got green and blue faces, talkin' crib, fifty acres, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Call up your bitches, come fuck with the squad (Squad)
All of my n***as, we roll like the mob (Mob, haam)
Tell 'em broke n***as don't get on ya job (Job, haan)
Bitches wanna pillow talk, workin' a job (Oh my God)
Hit up Miami, woke up in Atlanta
Hop out the Porshe and I jump the Phantom (Skrrt)
Hop off your bitch and I pose for the camera
You n***as can't stand us
Should've never let us through that window (Oh my God)
Clip bottles long as a Lambo' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm talkin' brown bags is all we now (All we know)
Them Hollywood bitches wanna smoke (Haan)