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M-M-M-M Haan? Woah, woah, woah, woah Young Montana and the coke wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie Woah, woah, woah, woah Young Montana and Lil' Weezyana Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammer's I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada Huh, I'm on that coke wave Stay in your own lane Nigga, I got road rage Got old money, I got hundreds about your age Got OGs listenin' to me like the OJs Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep Now I put that snow on private planеs, call 'em jet-skis All gold Rollie-polliе on my left wing Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream Never stepped on the work, no footprints All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch Letras de cancionesCoke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah Hot boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah Young Mula Woah, woah, woah, woah Young Montana and the coke wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie Woah, woah, woah, woah (Montana) On double MG, I'll fuck a rapper's wife (Huh) Blow a Birkin on her and I won't even touch her twice (Haan?) Your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (Argh) Culture top three, we done started up the wave (Wave) You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (Put 'em on your grave) Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (Pop that) Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boy, baby) Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (Skrrt) Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (Woo) Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam' (Bah) I follow OGs, not the IG Me and Splash Brothers like the Isleys I couldn't rhyme fast, made the pie stretch (Haan?) Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (Woo) My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her My city girl ride with the Uzi on her (Bah-bah-bah) You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby) Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know you, clap (Ah) Who you stuntin' on? My bitch got a bigger truck (Skrrt) Paul Pierce on live, I don't give a fuck (Montana) Woah, woah, woah, woah Young Montana and the coke wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie Woah, woah, woah, woah (Montana) Huh, biggest (M-M-M-M) Never ask, I only came to do the devil's task Feelin' fast so I just gotta get a pedal gas Never crash, I'm spendin' money like I never had Several bags I give to bitches that'll never last (Uh) Say my name, niggas lookin' for you with treasure maps (Woo) Can't pedal back and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (Hahaha) Wavin' flags, but you the one we all still aimin' at (Huh) Forty bottles and left you pussies with the table tab (Brrt) Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes And I done smoked a lot of niggas and a lot of mine (Woo) Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines Or I could turn you niggas up and that's the bottom line (Maybach Music) Young Montana and the coke wave Feds said they got the whole thing on tape The trial about to start in four days So we gonna rise to the top From Letras Mania