Lyrics
Yeah
Montana
Don Veli
Rails, what's poppin'?
40, I see you, baby, let's roll (Architect Beats)
Yeah
I gave 'em a 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 ('cock), she like the deep throat
Ma, 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, big across 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 Donny on parole
Damn, P.O. a dick, money on patrol
Damn, I been chose, better off road
Don Veli on the building, letters all bold
I just hit me a royal flush, bet it off four
On the oven I bake cakes but better on the stove, yeah
If you wanna make one million, you gotta make two
Say don't bring sand to the beach, I brought the beach through (haan)
When New York fell off, Montana brought the East through
Malibu estates, mansion on the beach, at least two
Don take her outer space, with a bitch who can't breathe
Rappin' sixteen, but my contract like a athlete
From birds on the block to the jet, CB on the wings
Tell your big homie my watch cost a hundred billion streams
When it come to Max you know my name's Me Too
When he got the cash, I was like, "Me too"
And when he got the drop, I was like, "Me too"
And when he almost got shot, I was like, "Me too"
Man, this shit right here, dawg, is just a preview
Wave Gods on the way, Cosmo Brothers Part II (haan)
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (me too)
Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle (me too)
Yeah, I'm feenin' to hit the model (me too)
I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to
I'm just tryin' to get my floss on (me too)
I'm tryin' to feel like the boss Don (me too)
Big chain with the frost on (me too)
I need Cru and that Pérignon (me too)
You ain't fuckin' with them boys, they got a choice (they got a choice)
Buttery flows and silk voice (silk voice)
See I fuck with them hoes, I get 'em mosit (I get 'em mosit )
Yeah, I own a black Rolls Royce, like a building on wheels
Hundred stacks peeled, lost in 2K20, run it back chill
Like the streets in '09, I won it back for real (won 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'd get 'em off the ground (get 'em)
We in the jack, niggas all vets
I can fuck around and resurrect The Dipset, yeah
Minus the rails, 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)
Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle (me too)
Yeah, I'm feenin' to hit the model (me too)
I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to
I'm just tryin' to get my floss on (me too)
I'm tryin' to feel like the boss Don (me too)
Big chain with the frost on (me too)
I need Cru and that Pérignon (me too)
Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (me too)
Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle (me too)
Yeah, I'm feenin' to hit the model (me too)
I'm havin' issues, somebody I need to speak to
I'm just tryin' to get my floss on (me too)
I'm tryin' to feel like the boss Don (me too)
Big chain with the frost on (me too)
I need Cru and that Pérignon (me too)