Montana Of 300 - Children lyrics

[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