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Haan?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia
Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and Lil Weezyana
Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammer's
I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I'm on that coke wave
Stay in your own lane, nigga, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got OGs listenin' to me like the O'Jays
Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Now I put that snow on private planes, call 'em jet skis
All-gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah
Hot boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah
Young mula
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia
Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)
On double MG, I'll fuck a rapper's wife (huh)
Blow a Birkin on her and I won't even touch her twice (haan? Twice)
Your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays
When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (ah)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (put 'em on your grave)
Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boy, baby)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt)
Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (whoo)
Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes