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finessemo - montana lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
ayy, ayy it’s bigtime rippin’ 919, bitch
ayy, uh+huh, ayy, yuh, ayy

[chorus]
sippin’ that wock’ like fanta, uh (yeah)
drippin’ like tony montana, uh (yeah)
money too long like mansa, uh
i heard that shorty a— (yeah)
i heard that shorty a cancer
i’m a young, rich, nigga, romancin’
everytime that i get in my zone
when they hit up my phone
shit, i don’t even answer (yeah)
for me, for me, she like, “you not gon’ answer for me?” (nah)
i’ma do better for you, ooh, so you can do better for me (yeah)
and lately i’ve been in my bag, so she just want patek philippe (uh+huh)
so i’m get product for you, so you can be prada of me
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
so i’ma get product for you, so you can be prada of me
shit, i don’t even dream when i sleep
get off your ass bro, get on your feet
fuck that bitch, nigga, get off your knees
if she gon’ do it for him she gon’ do it for me
yeah, yeah, yeah, look
don’t judge me, need to check yourself
did this shit, i ain’t need no help (no help)
played my cards with the hand i was dealt
it’s a big ass, heavy ass b on my belt
when she see this shit, better ask [?]
and i came in this bitch with a glock on my belt, on gang
uh, fuck it, look (yeah, ayy)
feel like this way too long
writing this shit might take too long (uh+huh)
i want you bad, but i hate your past
and i hate that nigga so i hate this song
fuck so good, but it feels so wrong
hate my life and i did you wrong
i hate myself and i know that’s lame
i hate that bitch and the way i changed
i’m not shit and i know that shit
but these bitches don’t know so i play that game (pshh)
i ain’t even blink when i switch my lane
i feel alive when i swerve in the rain
i want the same when i’m filled with that pain
almost broke my heart, wanna blow my brain
[chorus]
sippin’ that wock’ like fanta, uh (yeah)
drippin’ like tony montana, uh (yeah)
money too long like mansa, uh
i heard that shorty a— (yeah)
i heard that shorty a cancer
i’m a young, rich, nigga, romancin’
everytime that i get in my zone
when they hit up my phone
shit, i don’t even answer (yeah)
for me, for me, she like, “you not gon’ answer for me?” (nah)
i’ma do better for you, ooh, so you can do better for me (yeah)
and lately i’ve been in my bag, so she just want patek philippe (uh+huh)
so i’m get product for you, so you can be prada of me
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

- finessemo lyrics

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