Montana Of 300 - No Excuses lyrics

[$avage Intro]: FGE, Fly Guy Entertainment Wings up in this b**h 2017 this our year man No more excuses Run it up [Hook: $avage] When that money call my phone I'm running to it (MOB) Say you gone do it when you see me better do it Say its just music sound like you making excuses You own me mine n***a I want every dime n***a Don't hit my line n***a lying with excuses Say you gone ride don't hide when its time to do it Get on your grind quit makin all these excuses We makin money my n***as don't make excuses No excuses [Verse 1: $avage] No excuses, no excuses, no excuses Wake up in the morning i roll me a blunt and im getting straight to it n***as they hating I hear what they sayin but what are they doin My b**hes exclusive my kicks exclusive my whip is the newest My n***as is shootas stay wit the drum they ain't makin no music I just bought me a uzi right outta philly its spittin like uzi So n***a don't do it, pull on ur block and just get to shooting So n***a don't do it, talkin that sh** like excuses is useless n***a Trick or treat these n***as sweet i bag them up like goodies Come through a n***a in a hoodie but this not A Boogie I'm not a rookie say they wanna k** me n***as p**y Cuz I ain't hiding u know where to find me not excuse [Hook: $avage] When that money call my phone I'm running to it (MOB) Say you gone do it when you see me better do it Say its just music sound like you making excuses You own me mine n***a I want every dime n***a Don't hit my line n***a lying with excuses Say you gone ride don't hide when its time to do it Get on your grind quit makin all these excuses We makin money my n***as don't make excuses No excuses [Verse 2: Talley of 300] You don't wanna know face Got red shirt no play Black gun black gloves O.J b**h that's no case What you know about the juice pull the coupe right in front of yo place I'll come and punch your clock then you gone inhale smoke break Like you deaf and read lips, better watch how the f** you talk Cuz you won't escape the steel n***a like you locked in a f**in vault Put a price on ya head yeah, ya life will get f**in bought And I don't mean good s**, when I let nina f** you up See these n***as b**hes love to talk But I'm cut from another cloth Wanna see me b**h it f**in cost Not money a f**in call From nothing to a f**in boss This gangsta sh** be rubbing off I breed k**as f** you thought God's son not the one to cross [Hook: $avage] When that money call my phone I'm running to it (MOB) Say you gone do it when you see me better do it Say its just music sound like you making excuses You own me mine n***a I want every dime n***a Don't hit my line n***a lying with excuses Say you gone ride don't hide when its time to do it Get on your grind quit makin all these excuses We makin money my n***as don't make excuses No excuses [Verse 3: No Fatigue] No fatigue, no pause, no pain, no gain, no heart Know the game, know the ball, know the streets, know the b**hes, know the law Watch ya b**h cuz I'll hit her pull a hamstring know ya broad n***as always hating on me they just really wanna feel so involved Until I'm riding in the cut 9 when it tucked I leave em red mmm fire in a truck I be ga**ing up i be riding higher than a bus These hoes out blowing but i ain't hit em up Imma give her dick break her back had to sit her up n***as out here in they feelings they be giving up If you waking up another day you better give it up I be tryna chase a bag i be tryna live it up f** with fam then somebody dying I'm a man with no heart with that iron Rollin metal like optimus prime Now the game its gone be a true crime And i took the wrist and timed the watch While you sleeping at them hiding spots n***as think they funny red fox Like a kids meal he getting boxed [Hook: $avage] When that money call my phone I'm running to it (MOB) Say you gone do it when you see me better do it Say its just music sound like you making excuses You own me mine n***a I want every dime n***a Don't hit my line n***a lying with excuses Say you gone ride don't hide when its time to do it Get on your grind quit makin all these excuses We makin money my n***as don't make excuses No excuses