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montana 700 - million dollar run lyrics

[intro: montana 700]
(fuelz got that heat)
(yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: montana 700]
ridin’ in a benz (a benz)
bad b+tch, told her go grab all her friends (get all of ’em)
really got money to burn, don’t ask me what i spend (don’t ask)
n+ggas seen that paperwork, quit calling me your twin (n+gga)
i’m on a different time (different)
playin’ games, get ’em smackеd, that’s the bottom line (the bottom linе)
don’t act like you with me now, you ain’t believe the grind (you didn’t)
told bro to stay down, it’s just gon’ take some time
this sh+t too easy (too easy)
made my first hundred, i was ridin’ ’round with peezy (my first hundred)
broke a b+tch for a fifty, me and my n+gga beezy (me and my n+gga beezy)
show you how to bust it down, these n+ggas too greedy (these n+ggas too greedy)

[chorus: montana 700]
real trap n+gga (real trap n+gga)
gettin’ a load off (load off)
hundred on the way, i ain’t never sold soft (a hundred)
whole city sold up from the cliff to the north (to the north)
finna drop a hundred off, i’m with the youngest boss (with the youngest boss)
[verse 2: peezy]
ghetto
real trap n+gga
gettin’ a load off
redecorate the old school, lift the doors up
if the top down, that mean she took her clothes off
real results, i’ve been grindin’ for a whole month
yeah, i’ve been tryna win
bought a hundred, they was gone soon as we got ’em in
vacuum seal the money up, i’m right back to the plug
finna sn+tch us up another m while n+ggas at the club
f+ck ’em, let ’em have fun
keep stacking, boy, you on a million dollar run
two hundred for a ounce, come and bless your lungs
n+ggas can’t f+ck with a picture of my son

[verse 3: montana 700]
got two hundred stored in a downtown loft
take a risk to get rich, that’s what i was taught
signed a deal, but i still ain’t turn my phone off
catch me in the trap house, somewhere getting off
thirty days straight, i’ma stay down
name really ring bells, i don’t play around
bro f+cked the money off tryna take somethin’ down
i ain’t gotta touch the b+tch, she f+ck it all by herself
[chorus: montana 700]
real trap n+gga (trap n+gga)
gettin’ a load off (real trap n+gga)
hundred on the way, i ain’t never sold soft (a hundred)
whole city sold up from the cliff to the north (to the north)
finna drop a hundred off, i’m with the youngest boss (with the youngest boss)

[outro: montana 700]
finna drop a hundred off, i’m with the youngest boss (the youngest boss)

- montana 700 lyrics

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