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Montana of 300

"Real Long"

[Intro: Montana of 300]
Real long
That n*gga Real home
I done put my n*gga Real on
That money real long

[Hook: Montana of 300]
All these b*tches on my di*k they know it's real long
Haters hate cause they know that money real long
But they don't play cause they know we keep that steel on
30 in that .40 shorty that clip real long
Real long
R-R-R Real long
Haters hate cause they know that money real long
Real long
R-R-R Real long
.30 and that .40 shorty that clip real long

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
I got so much swagger I could share some
I'm headed for the top like a flare gun
b*tch montana got that money in a bear hug
And I'm just balling with my dog SWISH Airbud
Lil mama body nice I hope that head mean
She like when I flash that .40 with the red beam
I swear these hoes go nuts when my dreads swing
I get in they bed and then I bounce them like a bed spring
So many on me, n*ggas think that I'm pimping
I make these hoes fall in love the instant that I slide My di*k in
Old hoes still wanna lick it
Fake n*ggas wanna kick it
I get money and admit it
Man I can't lie I'm addicted
Boy I'm your connect, Connect
And I got a beautiful ticket
This money out here, We out here
I tell my n*ggas let's get it
If any n*gga feel different, I hit his ass with the Smith &
Stay strapped like click it or ticket I give you f*ckboys the business MONTANA

[Hook]

[Verse 2: J Real]
Fresh up out the motherf*cking pin ho
Still getting dough selling endo
b*tch I'm from the south where we kick goals
Shout out my homie Tony that's my big bro
b*tches on my di*k they glad that Real home
Playing in my hair because it's real long
f*ck a Trap I'm booming off the cellphone
Bullsh*t you know that's what Real on
.30 up with my .40 them b*tches glide like Jordan
I shoot n*ggas like you n*gga
Just to show I ain't going
My young n*ggas they rolling
Know I can't control them
Bad b*tch with me going, I'mma catch it when she throw it
Selling drugs is my occupation
I done rob n*ggas
I done caught cases
I done went to jail
I done got out and got right back to stacking paper
Swag ass b*tch that money long
J Real leave him alone
Unless you don't want to live long
That .40 cal clip real long

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Montana of 300]
b*tches on my (Uh Huh)
b*tches on my di*k
Got a house around my neck
And got a car sitting on my wrist
And the way a n*gga shining they be asking who I'm signed to
Boy I got so much mother f*cking money I could sign you
I'm breaded up, My partners too
We f*cking paid no prostitutes
Your b*tch on my Popsicle
Getting brain while I'm riding through
Red b*tch that's gonna suck and f*ck
Steel on me no sucker punch
J Real he be double cupped
FGE what the f*ck is up
So fly I'm in Heaven fam
Stay fly I won't never land
I'm so caked up I'm married to the money I got wedding bands
He p*ssed like he wet his pants
Think twice, yea you better fam
.30 and that .40 and that shorty feel like Megaman
Just know if I want you my n*gga I'mma come haunt you
Come to your spot with that gun out
Find you then air you the f*ck out
So n*gga stop with that fronting
I'll put a end to that fussing
Montana been out here bussing
Ain't got these teardrops for nothing 3hunna

[Hook]

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