Montana

Yeah
 Oh, yeah
 Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God
 Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby)
 Haan, yeah
 Graduated, but I'm aggravated
 From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded
 Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related)
 Masturbatin' on a scale for a
 hundred million, askin' God how we made it
 Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David
 Freedom got confiscated
 We mob-related
 John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw
 Yeah, school of gladiators
 Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs
 For these cold women
 Militant like the Middle East
 Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies
 Triple threat, trinity
 Triangle office, label execs get all the profit
 They hit your brain, mop it clean
 What type of fiends?
 Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green
 Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog
 Can't teach new tricks to old dogs
 I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me
 Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me
 Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me
 The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan
 New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill
 Desperado with an AR like guitar
 ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton)
 If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah)
 Mama raise a star, and you been a mark
 Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey)
 Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse
 Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah)
 Mansion's like a campus
 Ranches like rainbow smoke
 Forty-one shots like Diego
 Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays
 PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights)
 Yes, I
 Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop
 Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin'
 Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them
 I made it even in the game of odd
 Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God
 Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me
 Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me
 Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan
 La música de Harry Fraud
 It's nothing to take me higher