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Jeep

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Jay Montana Oh my God, it's Jay Montana Trackhawk with me, I'm pushing the Jeep She annoying, I block and delete Ice on my body, I think Imma freeze Thumbing through money, this shit is a breeze My girl in Chanelly, that's double the C's I'm in Gucci, that's double the G's She got big titties, that's double the D's Plug not from here, I think he Lebanese Double cup, sipping on drank Look at my cup, and my Sprite done turned pink I'm getting money, boy what do you think I'm laughing so hard when I walk to the bank Balling so hard like I'm Shaq in the paint Diamonds so icy, I feel like a rink I want the money man, fuck all the fame Talking on gang, and I'm shooting like Dame Mе and the gang and we up in LA Took your bitch, and left hеr in the bay I just been making these hits and counting up money So I do not care what you say Blocking this bitch, man I don't wanna text That bitch annoying, she getting me vexed They like Montana you blowing, you next Imma be real, man I feel like the best Talking down on me, you gon' need a vest Matter fact, we gon' aim at your neck Balling so hard like I play for the Nets Diamonds my ear, and they making me deaf I'm in the coupe and I'm dropping the top Stick super long, bitch it look like a mop Your bitch a hoe she be giving me bop Caught that boy lacking, he running in Crocs She give me head, if it's good, Imma toss You a lil nigga, my boy Imma boss Niggas be snitching, they talking to cops I'm up in New England, I'm balling like Moss Spin on your block like a fidget Count up my money, I count up my digits Niggas be ratting, these niggas be snitching My money tall and your money like midgets Pour me a four in a twenty, I'm sipping Hop in the V, double R I be whipping Talking on gang and you coming up missing Then fuck on your bitch on the floor of your kitchen Sipping on Wock' but I miss my Act' I've been blowing up, so they ring my jack Your pockets skinny, my pockets fat Montana so tuff, nigga that's a fact I was down bad now I'm counting racks Talking on gang, my demons gon' black 'Member I was broke, I ain't going back Don't wanna cuff her, nigga she's a gnat Trackhawk with me, I'm pushing the Jeep She annoying, I block and delete Ice on my body, I think Imma freeze Thumbing through money, this shit is a breeze My girl in Chanelly, that's double the C's I'm in Gucci, that's double the G's She got big titties, that's double the D's Plug not from here, I think he Lebanese Double cup, sipping on drank Look at my cup, and my Sprite done turned pink I'm getting money, boy what do you think I'm laughing so hard when I walk to the bank Balling so hard like I'm Shaq in the paint Diamonds so icy, I feel like a rink I want the money man, fuck all the fame Talking on gang, and I'm shooting like Dame Mе and the gang and we up in LA Took your bitch, and left hеr in the bay I just been making these hits and counting up money So I do not care what you say