Yeah (Montana)
Don Velli
Rellz, what's poppin'?
48, I see you, baby, let's roll (Architects, bitch)
Yeah
I gave 'em my signature on the C-note
When it come to these speakers, I'm the keynote
Glock 19 tucked in the peacoat (Peacoat)
I'm a peacock (Ah), she like to suck me off
Do new tricks, get it all clean
Quarter million on the truck, I'ma get it all green
Don't you fuck with them EMG niggas, all team black
Stevie and more, bigger cross seas, we
Be on patrol, money won't fold
Sweet and sour on the bagel, honey on the roll
Tryna show my man the globe, but dunny on parole, damn
P.O. in jail, money on patrol, damn
I been chose, better off road
Don Velli on the buildin', letters all bold
I just hit me a royal flush, better off fold
On the oven, I bake cakes, but better on the stove, yeah
If you wan' make one million, you gotta make two
Said don't bring sand to the beach, I brought the beach through (Ha)
When New York fell off, Montana brought the East through (Ah)
Malibu estates, mansion on the beach, at least two (Ha)
Dante got out of space with a bitch who can't breathe
Rappin' sixteen, but my contract like an athlete
From birds on the block to the jet, CB on the wings (Phew)
Tell your big homie my watch cost a hundred billion streams
When it come to maxin' out, my name's me too
'Cause when he got the cash, I was like, "Me too"
And when he got the drop, I was like, "Me too"
When he almost got shot, I was like, "Me too"
Man, this shit right here, dawg, is just the preview
The Wave God's on the way, Cosmo Brothers part two, ha
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (Me too)
Smokin' dope while I hit the bottle (Me too)
Yeah, I'm fiendin' to hit the model (Me too)
I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to
I'm just tryna get my floss on (Me too)
I'm tryna feel like the boss don (Me too)
Big chain with the frost on (Me too)
I need Crüe and that Pérignon (Me too)
You ain't fuckin' with the boys, nigga, I had choices (I had choices)
Buttery flows and silk voices (Silk voices)
See, I fuck with them hoes, I get 'em moist (I get 'em moist)
Yeah, I own a black Rolls-Royce
Like a buildin' on wheels, hundred stacks peeled
Lost in 2K20, run it back, chill
Like the streets in '09, I want it back for real (Want it back)
They want my face on a hundred dollar bill
Been in prison, twenty joints, ten million dollar deal, yeah
You hear the sound, hit 'em off now
If they started at the bottom, I get 'em off the ground (Get 'em)
We in the jet, niggas all vets
I could fuck around and resurrect the Dipset, yeah
Minus the Rellz, minus the writers, fuck all that
Big Apple minus the ciders
Tryna fuck Zendaya and Miley Cyrus, come on
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (Me too)
Smokin' dope while I hit the bottle (Me too)
Yeah, I'm fiendin' to hit the model (Me too)
I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to
I'm just tryna get my floss on (Me too)
I'm tryna feel like the boss don (Me too)
Big chain with the frost on (Me too)
I need Crüe and that Pérignon (Me too)
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (Me too)
Smokin' dope while I hit the bottle (Me too)
Yeah, I'm fiendin' to hit the model (Me too)
I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to
I'm just tryna get my floss on (Me too)
I'm tryna feel like the boss don (Me too)
Big chain with the frost on (Me too)
I need Crüe and that Pérignon (Me too)
