Lyrics
Montega
(M-M-Murda)
Let's go, oww
Time to show 'em
Tell me what's the type of shit these niggas really on?
I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off
Milli' worth in jewels, thirty thousand on the cloth
I ain't never tricked me thirty thousand on the slot
Popping bottles on the tour
Feel this wavy shit, we rob you and some more
I be runnin' up a bag, now it's time to get some more
Steppin' out the water like I'm Bruce Leroy with the glow
I can't fuck with Biggaveli, he be cheatin' on the low
Spend the weekend with your ho, never beating on the new
Baby, when you get to creepin' you just keep it on the low
We could travel to the ocean, I'll be leapin' out the boat
Man, when you see us in the streets don't be thinkin' shit is sweet
I got the steppers that be all over the states (all over the states)
Nigga fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hidin'
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (to your place)
You were just poppin' tags, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up ya stomach and your face (stomach and your face, damn)
Niggas really ain't even in the race (haan, Montana)
She off that Don Julio, actin' foolio
Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after
Taste so good, make her wanna lick the wrapper
School of hard knock, got it from the soft (soft)
Turnin' money up, turnin' bitches off (off)
Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off (off)
She a full course meal, mami got the sauce (sauce)
Keep your heart 'cause these hoes vicious (vicious)
We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal, we spoil loyal bitches (woo)
Still be reppin' for my dawg, fuck the other side (side)
Only dead presidents make her come alive ('live)
Boricua mami screamin', "Aye, papi" ('pi)
I seen a lot of thangs but shorty top three (three)
Coke Wave Boys (Boys), gotta dope 'em up (up)
Tell her keep her face down, get her motion up (haan)
Man, when you see us in the streets don't be thinkin' shit is sweet
I got the steppers that be all over the states (all over the states)
Nigga fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hidin'
Got some niggas that'll show up to your place (to your place)
You were just poppin' tags, you should throw it in the bag
Niggas fuckin' up ya stomach and your face (stomach and your face, damn)
Niggas really ain't even in the race