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montana of 300 - in my bag lyrics

[chorus]
my chips, my cash, my drip, my splash
my kicks, my swag, your b-tch, i smash
live fly, live life, like it’s my last
my clip might blast, i’m in my bag

[verse 1: no fatigue]
in my bag, like chips, i got salsa
never ask for that p-ssy, she offer
yeah i be drippin’ water
keep a pole on me like my charger
act like a hero, get put in a suit
check on me just like a swoosh
this off the head, no salute
just like a beetle, got juice
mad they can’t do what i do
expect me to fail
got your hands out, someone give him a rail
bread on me blue, but not stale
had to bounce back off them l’s
me and bro rockin’ like kenan & kel
get up everyday and i hustle like ed
i’m gon’ chase cash ’til a young n-gg- dead
down to get money, no i’m never scared
i’m just gon’ do it, i don’t gotta say it
catch me drippin’ in that louis or fendi
i got that soul like a 10 piece
clean like a butler, no jimmy
that sh-t that you talk don’t offend me
i’ma keep rapping and make n-gg-s envy
my bro be shooting like steph ’til it’s empty
none of my n-gg-s is friendly, aye
i’m tryna ball just like nba
flash flood when i drip on the scene
i’m a collector machine
living my life, i’m living my dream
cut n-gg-s off like a scene
feeling your b-tch today
ooh, your chick i filet
honey dip d-ck in your b-tch
flex, she blowing me like the tec, yeah

[chorus]
my chips, my cash, my drip, my splash
my kicks, my swag, your b-tch, i smash
live fly, live life, like it’s my last
my clip might blast, i’m in my bag

[verse 2: montana of 300]
call it what you wanna, i stay with that blicker, that burner
that glizzy, that toolie, that iron
my momma told me you n-gg-s gon’ hate us
some said i wouldn’t make it, i knew they was lying
count on me, i done won too many times
i like to drip in that louis vuitton
that ain’t my b-tch, but that coochie is mine
she want me to lay up, like she threw me a dime
feeling good, n-gg- how about ya?
bro keep a glock and n-gg- i’ll vouch
if a f-ck n-gg- get buck-wheat
point it at his top, ooh, alfalfa
d-ck for you p-ss-es, i’m too raw
you are not f-ckin’ with me, that’s blue b-lls
keep a move in the whip, like a u-haul
don’t get hit with the stick, like a cue ball
used to ride with that tec in my drawers
moving ’round with that weight, like a medicine ball
i’m rapping facts, i ain’t never been fraud
i got blamed for some murders that never been solved, yeah
had to drive way before i was 16
clothes to hoes to designer and ripped jeans
i’m not kevin gates, but my kicks clean
my whole squad drip, like a swim team
my daughter and son, they be fresher than easter
flexin’ and ballin’, batista
b-tches know i’m a boss
i got cheese, i got dough, i got sauce, i could make me a pizza
haters talk ’til it’s “hasta la vista”
sit the f-ck down, or get fanned like the bleachers
word to god, it ain’t sh-t to take money out
i’ll make everyone pay, like the preacher

[chorus]
my chips, my cash, my drip, my splash
my kicks, my swag, your b-tch, i smash
live fly, live life, like it’s my last
my clip might blast, i’m in my bag

- montana of 300 lyrics

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