Clientele
[Intro: Zillionaire Doe]
Gotta find you a route when the same clientele
This shit raw, so I got this shit on sale
He know what's good, he don't even check the scale
Biggest Boss, n***a (Fuelz got that heat)
[Verse 1: Montana 700]
Why you callin' 'bout the business? You don't got no clientele
They go by how they look, I don't care 'bout how they smell
Bro just made a hundred and he's sittin' in the cell
Main n***a playin' gangster, be the first one to tell
Five months and I'm wearin' the same clothеs
Me and my n***a in the trap got the samе goals
Find another plug, we'll work the same load
Smiles on the way and they all ready sold
I'm on my trap shit
Forty thousand, need a hundred-dollar outfit
I can't leave my n***as dry, I'm the outlet
Since I first got on the plane, ain't seen a drought yet
All blues on me now like I cashed the check
Gave my mama ten thousand and ain't break a sweat
You scared to put them on the road? Then put them on the jet
When you talkin' to the boss, you better come correct
[Chorus: Montana 700]
Five months and I'm wearin' the same clothes
Me and my n***a in the trap got the same goals
Find another plug, we'll work the same load
Smiles on the way and they all ready sold
I'm on my trap shit
Forty thousand, need a hundred-dollar outfit
I can't leave my n***as dry, I'm the outlet
Since I first got on the plane, ain't seen a drought yet
[Verse 2: HeadHuncho Amir]
TRX truck, finna put the Fs on it
Told them I'm the one, but I guess they slept on it
Ask around the D, they gon' say we get it on
Come to the East, I'm in the dope servin', really hands on
New Dallas, told you n***as it's our time
My n***a doin' life, all he wanted to do was shine
Ask around, fat boy never hate
When I say a life sentence, he ain't got a release date
When you tryna get it, gotta know how to stack
N***a count too long, fifty, twenty, that's a stack
Every time we do a show, guarantee that bitch packed
Big Amir, I'm puttin' on for the East, they know this shit facts
[Chorus: Montana 700]
Five months and I'm wearin' the same clothes
Me and my n***a in the trap got the same goals
Find another plug, we'll work the same load
Smiles on the way and they all ready sold
I'm on my trap shit
Forty thousand, need a hundred-dollar outfit
I can't leave my n***as dry, I'm the outlet
Since I first got on the plane, ain't seen a drought yet
[Verse 3: Zillionaire Doe]
You can sleep when you die, n***a, trap all day
This million-dollar phone, I'm always out of state
It's enough for everybody, new Dallas, we gon' be great
I'm in Houston politickin', Louis shoppin' with my n***a Ray
Fire year round with the same clientele
On some stay down shit, chicken noodles and some Rotel
If the shit rolled, probably got the shit for sale
Seen that paper every time, know my n***a really want some mail
N***a fake love, hate, know that come with it
Need the best kind, on curb got the best ticket
They talkin' all this boss talk, ain't even show a fifty
Rap money, trap money, I done ran me up a whole ticket, n***a
Gotta find you a route when the same clientele
This shit raw, so I got this shit on sale
He know what's good, he don't even check the scale
Biggest Boss, n***a (Fuelz got that heat)
[Verse 1: Montana 700]
Why you callin' 'bout the business? You don't got no clientele
They go by how they look, I don't care 'bout how they smell
Bro just made a hundred and he's sittin' in the cell
Main n***a playin' gangster, be the first one to tell
Five months and I'm wearin' the same clothеs
Me and my n***a in the trap got the samе goals
Find another plug, we'll work the same load
Smiles on the way and they all ready sold
I'm on my trap shit
Forty thousand, need a hundred-dollar outfit
I can't leave my n***as dry, I'm the outlet
Since I first got on the plane, ain't seen a drought yet
All blues on me now like I cashed the check
Gave my mama ten thousand and ain't break a sweat
You scared to put them on the road? Then put them on the jet
When you talkin' to the boss, you better come correct
[Chorus: Montana 700]
Five months and I'm wearin' the same clothes
Me and my n***a in the trap got the same goals
Find another plug, we'll work the same load
Smiles on the way and they all ready sold
I'm on my trap shit
Forty thousand, need a hundred-dollar outfit
I can't leave my n***as dry, I'm the outlet
Since I first got on the plane, ain't seen a drought yet
[Verse 2: HeadHuncho Amir]
TRX truck, finna put the Fs on it
Told them I'm the one, but I guess they slept on it
Ask around the D, they gon' say we get it on
Come to the East, I'm in the dope servin', really hands on
New Dallas, told you n***as it's our time
My n***a doin' life, all he wanted to do was shine
Ask around, fat boy never hate
When I say a life sentence, he ain't got a release date
When you tryna get it, gotta know how to stack
N***a count too long, fifty, twenty, that's a stack
Every time we do a show, guarantee that bitch packed
Big Amir, I'm puttin' on for the East, they know this shit facts
[Chorus: Montana 700]
Five months and I'm wearin' the same clothes
Me and my n***a in the trap got the same goals
Find another plug, we'll work the same load
Smiles on the way and they all ready sold
I'm on my trap shit
Forty thousand, need a hundred-dollar outfit
I can't leave my n***as dry, I'm the outlet
Since I first got on the plane, ain't seen a drought yet
[Verse 3: Zillionaire Doe]
You can sleep when you die, n***a, trap all day
This million-dollar phone, I'm always out of state
It's enough for everybody, new Dallas, we gon' be great
I'm in Houston politickin', Louis shoppin' with my n***a Ray
Fire year round with the same clientele
On some stay down shit, chicken noodles and some Rotel
If the shit rolled, probably got the shit for sale
Seen that paper every time, know my n***a really want some mail
N***a fake love, hate, know that come with it
Need the best kind, on curb got the best ticket
They talkin' all this boss talk, ain't even show a fifty
Rap money, trap money, I done ran me up a whole ticket, n***a