Mad Selfish

[Verse 1]

Aye
Lil Mont get the cash or don’t talk
We ain’t fricken friends, if I don’t see bands then I walk
You be itching, slim chance you in my kitchen when I plot
See my avenue not having you, nobody backing you
You ain’t P.H.I or westside get the hell up off my stoop
I be taking girls by accident, girlfriends got me on loop
Pimping pink since like forever, playing ball in wingtip shoes
I’ma spend all of my cheques on a bunch of things I like
I offend on internet
If not me then I don’t type
Groupies make me sick no time or energy to give them pipe
I ain’t rich enough to share
Like a toddler, this is mine
I was barely here for the past month my guy
I be on planes more than on the bus my guy
It’s like my new public transit only things that fly
But Air Canada got to make it up my guy
It’s crazy people that I know personally
They be acting weird as hell or they nervous around me
Homies from my hood confused when I be walking the streets
And you lame as hell for throwing hands at Lil B
Aye

[Pre-Chorus]

For real-a, Gorilla, Co chilling
Style like these 80’s coke dealers, paid in full Cozilla, what

For reala, Gorilla, Co chilling
Style paisley print up on my neck tie now that’s fly
That’s fly

[Chorus]

I’m not doing favors
I’m too fricken famous
Bought a couple acres
I don’t want to see my neighbors

[Verse 2]

Lil Mont get the cash
Lil Mont from the ave
Lil Mont popping tags
Never donate from my stack
People push me from the pack so I ain’t gon’ hit you back
Why you mad I’m being frank
Raise suspicion with my bank
Hop up off my nuts ain’t your homie not your bud
We ain’t blood, not your cuz, not your nigga, not your love
Ain’t a figure big enough for groupies booties getting bumped
Biddies fibbing for a buck, so a negro never stuck
Pretty sure the label making off of Lil Mont, aye
Anything I touch is bound to see a money bump, aye
Wifey looking too when I look at another butt, aye
I ain’t even met your girlfriend yet but she in love

(Chorus)