MF’s Mad Pt. 2

[Hook: Montana of 300]
Bitch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that mufuckin' cash
That's why these mufuckas mad (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that mufuckin' cash
That's why these mufuckas mad (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
I be fly till I die like
I just jumped out a plane, yeah
I just go and get the cash while
You wonder why it hasn't came yet
Though I fly naked in my chain (No homo)
And Ralph Lauren everything (Polo)
Still chasin' bills by the hunnid
You know some shit doesn't change, yeah
Fell in before, still with em’ (Click-clack)
Kano, I hit 'em
Won't be no time to forgive 'em (Pop pop)
They mad and they show all the symptoms
Pray he don't tip 'em or I'll have to fill a prescription (Pop pop)
Your bitch tryna get her skirt lifted (Yeah)
You prolly wonder why she trippin' (You is)
'Cause she follow me like an attendant
While I drip sauce like a chef in the kitchen (Drip drip)
Motherfuckers mad, it's so fuckin' sad
It's so fuckin' funny but don't make me laugh
It's still on my lap, you still will get blast
I finger the .12, I still hit the gas
I'm stealin' the stash, I'm still on my way
Clockin' that money like I work a cab
But bitch I'm an Uber, don't get in the way of a shooter
'Cause your first time will be your last
Pow pow!

[Hook: Montana of 300]
Bitch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that mufuckin' cash
That's why these mufuckas mad (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that mufuckin' cash
That's why these mufuckas mad (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Strapped up in the whip with my goons
Don't get your pic on the news
Just spent your rent on my shoes
Look like I went to the moon
I got Polo on my draws
Run up, this pole will go off
These bitches know I'm a boss
They know I'm drippin' with sauce
I get dough on the regular
Like hot pockets, I'm breaded up
Dreads swingin' like the Predator
Two steps ahead of ya
My bitch bad as Angelica
Bitch, I've been poppin', no 7-Up
Your bitch, she frantic
She went down, I called her Titanic
Blew on me like Captain Planet
Fuck nigga, don't panic
That toolie on me, no mechanic
Klay Thompson with heat, no ceramic
If it ain't no Polo, then I'm rockin' my logo
Pockets swoler than Bolo
I walk in my closet
See more kicks than a dojo
Ya hoe all on my mojo
Talk shit, that's a no no
Hit ya corner in slow-mo
Then roll up like a yoyo
Shots flickin', no photo
But once I done nailed 'em like Flo Jo
I bet you they won't play no more though
Then back to that dough dough

[Hook: Montana of 300]
Bitch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that mufuckin' cash
That's why these mufuckas mad (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that mufuckin' cash
That's why these mufuckas mad (Uh-huh)