Montana, Breezy, you know what it is when you hear that haa
Don't you open up that window
Chrome 45. with that extendo
Off that batch of molly, pussy, all we know
In that Lamborghini, how fast does your 'Rarri go?
All my niggas trippin', you might catch a body flow
She pussy poppin' I'mma tip her, that's the way I roll
Told me thots are crazy, told her I've been here before
Her man came home and now I'm creepin' out that window
I ain't with that bling it's a sneak in, she just wanna twerk it on a weekend
I'm fuckin' with a bad Puerto Rican, pussy so wet, my dick a ten like the deep end
We in Las Vegas so you know we never sleepin'
100 bottles and you know I snuck my weed in
Go to LIV on Sunday
Wake up and go to court on Monday
I just met an actress this week
She came through the crib with six freaks
I've been trappin' since fifteen
Talkin' back when bricks was fifteen
Don't you open up that window
I don't chase bitches, I just pimp hoes
Talkin' 'bout that brown bag is all we know
Hollywood bitches always wanna smoke
I just made 3 mil this week
In the streets, Montana hotter than fish grease
All the bitches in my face, paparazzis takin' pictures
That's that Californiacation, I just need my medication
Talkin' reggie for the patiences, sippin' yellow, purple, Lakers
Got green and blue faces, talkin' crib, 50 acres, ooh
Call up your bitches, come fuck with the squad
All of my niggas, we roll like the mob
Tell 'em broke niggas don't get on ya job
Bitch wanna pillow talk, working a job
Hit up Miami, woke up in Atlanta
Hop out the Porshe and I jump the Phantom
Hop off your bitch and I pose for the camera
You niggas can't stand us
She up and let us through that window
Clip bottles long as a Lambo
I'm talkin' brown bags is all we now
Them Hollywood bitches wanna smoke
