Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who´s battlin´?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade

We ain´t losing though

I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

´Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin´ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin´ on the night shift
I´ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I´ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

I got you
Closet lookin´ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin´ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the gun
Wrath with the styles
Talkin´ me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin´ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I´m Rocko
And I fall feel like [?]
Fuckin´ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreigns
You thought she was yours

She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes fuckin´ up my floors
Who that nigga? I´m the definition
Wearin´ penny loafers, we ain´t penny pinchin´
Got the baddest bitches baggin´ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain´t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin´ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I´ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin´ like I´m Earl Manigault
They countin´ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy´s a fountain

I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I´m no regular, bitch I´m no second
Know the one, I´m the one that´s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I´m affiliate
Ciroc boy, [?] a million

´Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin´ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin´ on the night shift
I´ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I´ll bet, oh I think she like it

Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
´Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin´ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin´ on the night shift
I´ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I´ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww