[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
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Interlude: Paul Rodgers]
Now these towns, they all know my name
The six-gun sound is our claim to fame
Now I hear them say

[Chorus: Chris Brown, French Montana]
Now these towns, they all know my name
Too many snakes around us, them bright lights are too fake, ooh
This fast money, what can I say?
Don't believe (Breezy) that everyone's one hunna
The jealousy could be from the ones you love
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, Montana)

[Verse 1: French Montana, Chris Brown, Paul Rodgers]
They threw me in the black hole, had to climb up (Oh-oh, oh, up)
Once Chinx passed, I took some time off (Oh-oh, off)
They hated on the wave, now they ride the wave (Oh-oh, ride the wave)
My baby mama trippin', tryna get my son to hate me (Ow!)
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)
Fuck rap, he got me right, millions on CÎROC (Ow! CÎROC)
And told Rozay, happy b-day, kept it real with me (Kept it real with me)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Always kept it hunnid, nowhere near 50 (Near 50)
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
I got straight to the bacon, as-salāmu ʿalaykum (Yeah)
Straight from the jungle to the lion's gate (Lion's gate)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Never been a fuckboy, you can ask Trina (Trina)
All the glimpse and chains, n***a belong to the game
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
I was ridin' in the hoopty with the five choppers (Brrrr)
(Company always on the run)
Now I'm ridin' in the Wraith, bitch, with five Oscars (Ow! Ha)
I was tryna ball like Kyle Watson (Watson)
But the system knocked me down like Bernard Hopkins (Hopkins)
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Sittin' in the crib dreamin' about a G5 and Benzes
Why street rap ain't sellin' like Kendrick? (Oh)
(Company always on the run)
If I was you too, I would think I was Illuminati (Illuminati)
Shoot the devil between the eyes for that new Bugatti (Skrrt)
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Can't get to the money when hoes in the way (Hoes in the way)
Mac and Cheese 4 on the way
Montana (Mac and Cheese 4 on the way)
[Chorus: 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 (Hey! Ow!)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I'm like Jordan, the .45, respect the shooter (Woo!)
You chasin' molly, I'm chasin' money like Masa Musa (Oh-oh, woo!)
Look at my wallet, look at my n***as, we really do it (Yeah, woo!)
Married to the money, bitch, I need my restitution (Yeah)
No more actin' brazy since I had my baby (No)
Baby mama crazy, but I'm still gon' make my payments (Yeah)
Bought a Jackson 5, I was brackin' five
You know my n***as run the street, oh, no (Woo!)

[Outro: Paul Rodgers]
I was born six-gun in my hand
Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand
I was born six-gun in my hand
Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand