[Chorus: Montana of 300]
The flyest ni**a in the building
Haters tryna' knock, but I kept building
Stackin' my money to the ceiling
I had to punish these ni**as
I be sonin' these ni**as
They my...
The flyest ni**a in the building
Haters tryna' knock but I kept building
Stackin' my money to the ceiling
I had to punish these ni**as
I be sonin' these ni**as
They my...they my motherfu-
[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
They booking me like a locker, perform on these hoes like a doctor
She put on my music and [?]
These b*tches feelin' my team, these b*tches feelin' my roster
Yeah I'm the new guy with the sauce, I'm the new dude with the pasta
She get done like my gun, yeah I co*ked her
She lick a ni**a like Vodka, ay
Shorty always calling me daddy, I think she want me to adopt her
I'm making big bands like I'm rocking with Diddy
Pulling out racks, ain't no bra on them titties
He think his b*tch faithful, he gotta be silly
I'm crackin' this b*tch like I'm Bobby and Whitney