Scarface (Montana) Lyrics

Uh huh, Jay Montana man

Oh my God it's Jay Montana man

Bitch I'm Montana, not talking about Tony

Steak on my plate, no more eating baloney

Pour me a four, bitch I'm sipping on forty

Damn I fucked up, all this Wock in my sodie

Tell me how you my brother when you do not know me

Got me twin Glockies, that's Zack and that's Cody

If I cannot find him, I'll up at his homie

If you making money stop talking, just show me

Sipping on Wocky, I'm sipping on drank

Pop me a Xanny, I pop me a crank

I'm inna big body, pushing the tank

You a low level, you not in my rank

I do what I want and you can't, cause you can't

I do what I want, yea I do what you can't

I'm laughing so hard when I walk to the bank

Got diamonds all over my wrist and my chain

Pop me a Percocet thirty, I'm bussin

Keep an AK, bitch I feel like a Russian

N***** would tell me that I would be nothing

Told them to shut up, I knew they was bluffing

I get to the Chicken, you get to the stuffing

Chop got a beam, it gon aim at your muffin

You talking on gang, then we taking your cousin

Got vvs all over my neck, I ain't tucking

I'm sipping too much, bitch I'm bugging I'm bugging

Run up the commas, I'm thumbing I'm thumbing

Pour me the drank and I'm chugging I'm chugging

Stick on my hip like I'm drumming I'm drumming

The bass in the back and it's thumping it's thumping

Shooters they with me, they dumping they dumping

That boy ain't bout it, he ducking he ducking

Caught him in person, he running he running

Wifey she hit me, she told me be safe

I told her baby I'm coming your way

Hop on a flight and we straight to LA

Fuck it, I'm stuck in the Bay with my bae

I'm smoking exotic, I can't feel my face

Shooters, they with me, they spraying like mace

Keep a green tip, bitch I feel like I'm Jace

You a lil boy, n**** stay in your place

I feel like I'm cursed, I been chilling with demons

My n***** fucking up shit and we leaving

I was down bad, they wouldn't give me a reason

Now that I'm up, they gon say they believing

I feel like I'm Roddy, I ball every season

Where was you at, I was down, I was bleeding

Dropping this heat, yea the streets I been feeding

They like Montana keep dropping, I'm feining

Bitch I'm Montana, not talking about Tony

Steak on my plate, no more eating baloney

Pour me a four, bitch I'm sipping on forty

Damn I fucked up, all this Wock in my sodie

Tell me how you my brother when you do not know me

Got me twin Glockies, that's Zack and that's Cody

If I cannot find him, I'll up at his homie

If you making money stop talking, just show me