[Intro: Max B, French Montana]
We wasn't really doin' that shit for money, dawg, we was in there. N***as in there talkin' about our lives, n***as is, n***as is baldin' and we was, we was, n***as was like blood. We was doin' our shit, that shit was fun, we was doin' that shit 'cause we believed in this shit. So n***as don't really believe in this shit no more, it's like everything's wannabe (Coke Boy, baby) if you come out with some shit too, too heavy on these n***as... These guy—, that shit gon' fly over these n***a's heads. You know I'm sayin'? So I be like damn, like I don't know, like you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, I be tryna do it on these n***as, what you really wanna do? Like you, you tryin', you like, you might need some old conscious shit, man, I'm tellin' you

[Interlude: Paul Rodgers, French Montana]
Now these towns, they all know my name
(La musical de Harry Fraud)
The six-gun sound is our claim to fame
Ayy, ayy, yeah, Montana

[Verse: French Montana, Paul Rodgers, Chris Brown]
They threw me in the black hole, had to climb up (Up)
Once Chinx passed, I took some time off
(I can hear them say)
They hated on the wave, now they ride the wave
(Company always on the run)
My baby mama trippin', tryna get my son to hate me
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Told me, "Watch out for Diddy, he jerked every artist"
But once I got with Diddy, I bought my mom a marble (Marbles)
Big homie right, it's lonely at the top (Fly high)
(Now these)
Fuck rap, he got me right, millions on CÎROC (CÎROC)
(Now these)
And told Rozay, happy b-day, kept it real with me (Kept it real with me)
(Now these)
Always kept it hunnid, nowhere near 50 (Near 50)
(Now these)
I got straight to the bacon, as-salāmu ʿalaykum (Yeah)
(Now these)
Straight from the jungle to the lion's gate (Lion's gate)
(Now these)
Never been a fuckboy, you can ask Trina (Trina)
(Now these)
All the glimpse and chains, n***a belong to the game
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
I was ridin' in the hoopty with the five choppers (Brrrr)
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
Now I'm ridin' in the Wraith, bitch, with five Oscars (Ha)
I was tryna ball like Kyle Watson (Watson)
But the system knocked me down like Bernard Hopkins (Hopkins)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Sittin' in the crib dreamin' about a G5 and Benzes
Why street rap ain't sellin' like Kendrick? (Oh)
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
If I was you too, I would think I was Illuminati (Illuminati)
Shoot the devil between the eyes for that new Bugatti (Brrrr)
Can't get to the money when hoes in the way (Hoes in the way)
(Company always on the run)
Mac and Cheese 4 on the way (On the man)
Montana
[Outro: Chris Brown]
Now these towns, they all know my name
Too many snakes around us, them bright lights is too fake, ooh
This fast money, what can I say?
Don't believe that everyone's one hunna
The jealousy could be from the ones you love