montana

[Chorus]
Baby, why you nodding yo head?
I know you stay lost in what I said
I wanna get you lost in the music
I love when we do drugs and abuse them
I get every bitch I like, no pick and choosing
I don't got no type—any bitch that love me, I'm cool with
Got this gun, it's sitting on my lap, big like a poolstick
Riding 'round Miami with a chopper like Montana
She fuck with me, got lucky, lucky, dirty up the Fanta
I might pull up in some shit she can't even see, it's like a phantom
And I never wrote a lyric down, I couldn't understand it
I ain't even rapping—I'm just talking man to man

[Verse]
It's me and God in the mirror
I pray that God finally here
I'm finally grateful for the music and grateful for my peers
That's my bro on the guitar, I bet he'll make you shed a tear
And I got bitches in Miami, but I wish that you were here
It's Seemar on the stereo
Broadcast live from the 305
That's just my life—no brag, no boast
No lies, no shows
Yo life all smoke and mirrors, oh no

[Bridge]
(If she fuck with me, got lucky—yuh, yuh
If she fuck with me, she lucky
If she fuck with me
If she fuck with me, she lucky
I might dirty up the Fanta)

[Chorus]
Baby, why you nodding yo head?
I know you stay lost in what I said
I wanna get you lost in the music
I love when we do drugs and abuse them
I get every bitch I like, no pick and choosing
I don't got no type—any bitch that love me, I'm cool with
Got this gun, it's sitting on my lap, big like a poolstick
Riding 'round Miami with a chopper like Montana
She fuck with me, got lucky, lucky, dirty up the Fanta
I might pull up in some shit she can't even see, it's like a phantom
And I never wrote a lyric down, I couldn't understand it
I ain't even rapping—I'm just talking man to man