Montana Of 300 - Versace (Remix) lyrics

(300) Start stacking yo money stop spending that sh** on that Louis and Gucci I'm still in the good if I'm broke all the hoes in the building gone throw me that coochie These haters be yapping and bluffing Acting the toughest but they can not fool me I stay with that tooly, don't play with me goofy,I shoot like I'm making a movie Please don't run up on me got bread I got heat I promise I'm toasty Get hit with that 40 I knock you off yo feet and lay you right next to yo broskie Yellin free my OG Mother f** the police You n***as don't know me I started with half of an OZ Versace,Versace Air Jordan I'm scoring the oops they can't stop me MJ in his prime I stay on my grind Moving weight like a Dolly Bad little b**h on my dick Beautiful face and a wonderful body b**h if you ain't f**ing Hell no we can't kick it I don't know karate Shout out to my j**eler I'm sliding on ice but I ain't playing hockey I promise I'm rocky keep my gun beside me so come try to rob me This b**h got a big clip inside it When It let off b**h yo whole click get demolished That tough tony look don't mean sh** to me Charlie Think sh** a game till n***as get bodied My n***as is wild gone off that loud Over here looking like mr. Miyagi You run up on us gun gonna bust Multiple shots you get popped like a Molly Get hit with these shells you gone take a L I'm gonna raise hell like the illuminati Boy it's not a probably My murder my hobby You get out your body you're gonna get bodied Stampede threw your set just like Jumanji Yo n***as is queer p**y in yo posey I feel me with fear they fill up with tears I soon as they hear I whacked you like a nazi Yea that n***a dead under the body Takes shots if you want to I pop up like paparazzi I stay with that glocky Be flashy and co*ky Flow colder then hockey More checks then Horrace Yea this n***a paid This n***a made And all of my shooters gone blow like grenades We stay with them guns And shine line the sun If you can't stand the heat you gone die in the shade From the the PC so shout out to my jets 2820 south cal you met Straight off the low end And when I start flowing you know Ima go in like nothing but net Was up in the trap like i was caught in a net Waiting on the 1st of the month for them checks My mom was a victim Cocaine in her system sometimes It felt like my OG was possessed Young n***a stressed Bad up in school acting a fool report card full of F's As I grew older I got a little wiser Opened my eyes and realized that I'm blessed Check out my chest b**h I'm the best Put so much work in I ain't gotta flex Put me on a track and I bet I catch wreck Just bring bread and that beat ima put it to rest Make sure when you come that you coming correct You gone show love or gone show me respect Anything less I'm uping that tech It got one In the neck You'll get one in ya neck I shot yo dog up so call me the vet And if you keep on barking my n***a you next Man you can't trust this n***as can't trust these b**hes Ever heard of a devil in a dress Ima big dog you is a poodle so be cool I pull up in that 2 door they all on my you know Started from the bottom with oodles in noodles With n***as who hustle moving weight like a sumo Swag on the honeys they loving it They all on my dick they want some of it Id rather get money then f** a b**h But ima get money then f** a b**h Might f** someone chick for the f** of it Her mouth on my pipe like a cluck and sh** All that was yo b**h I didn't even notice it Man that ho know she can s** a dick Everytime I hit the block I keep a Glock in the car for the opps No Ls but I'm whipping while I'm getting top Im ballin I'm tatted up feeling like I'm PAC Picture me Rollin while she blowing co*k She decent eating that D like a Brot You'll think that I'm Italian the way I be styling Now I'm finna crank it up just a notch Straight out Chicago hip hop Pica**o Lyrically sick b**h I kick it like taboo When I step out look like I hit the lotto Gucci, Louie , Ralph Lauren Ferragamo Later that night I slide dick in a model p**y so wet man that n***a need goggles Sometimes I feel like a Soprano How I be strapped I feel like desperado Long 30 clip and it's filled up with hollows Talking that sh** and it's clapping like bravo Got you ducking like you daffy and Donald Body yo a** then get to my dough b**h I ain't rocko but I'm all about my nachos Doing muey colossal Just let that Glock off (bang bang) and a f** n***a top off Try to cross me like hot sauce I swear to god y'all all y'all n***as act macho Especially when they with their vatos I got them shells if they say they want beef well come get you a taco Everywhere I go best believe I keep my toast p**y b**h I can not go Fire like Phyro I shoot like my n***a Fonzo b**h n***as eyes closed I think I'm Pablo MOB still the motto Got a b**h making drop offs tell her don't nod off I'm 55 with that work Call that sh** cinco de mayo b**h I'm a mob boss