[Hook]
Day dreaming out the loft
Coke prices in my head
N***as scheming on the mob, shoot 'em dead
N***as coming for me, n***as got nothing on me
All my n***as go hard
Coke boys go hard
Montana, n***a, go hard
Go hard, go hard

[Verse 1]
Bentley coupe, I ride up front
Vision like a hawk and n***as 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 n***as ride with me
Knock up on 'em, any minute, n***a
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 n***as 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 n***as 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, n***as
Sip syrup like a Houston n***a
I be the future, n***a

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