BLACK MONTANA (feat. Fresco Trey)

Realest nigga till I die, I never really playing games about mine I could always brush you off, I said I own a two seat as my ride And I know, if I hold you down baby girl, would you say I know If I hold you down baby girl, go ahead and say Black Montana, (Black Montana) Press the matter, (Press the matter) Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt) No bandana, (No Bandana) I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer Realest nigga till I die, I never really said shit about you But, I could always fuck you over Think I give a damn shit about you And, you will never be in love again, in the same way that I do And, I can never put my trust again into a damn bitch just like you Cause, the Dolce & Gabbana and luxury is Louis If I set you up, better get out and boogie If you want the smoke, I could put on my hoodie But nobody would tell me if you was a joke cause I've been in my feelings, since you've been out of line And, can't beat this feeling, that you've been wasting time Oh no, yeah You're wasting time oh no, yeah Everybody all around me is getting out of line I know But, you just hit my line again talking about you wanna try And, I just hit decline again, talking about you wanna slide Cause I'm, standing on business If you never mention the times you was down, when you was back in them trenches Where, I held you down, when nobody would listen Cause, you were alone, with you're back to the wall I know, that it ain't your seen But, I ain't never tripping, bout no ex Who ain't even damn close to my league So, go say Black Montana, (Black Montana) Press the matter, (Press the matter) Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt) No bandana, (No Bandana) I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer So, go say Black Montana, (Black Montana) Press the matter, (Press the matter) Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt) No bandana, (No Bandana) I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer I know you heard about us, we come from the city, post up on the block, yeah I know you all about lust, you would fuck with kid if spending that guap, yeah Thirty degrees, I'm in Dallas, Texas, it's just me and my thoughts, yeah Think about how I was chasing you, girl, while you running off of my heart, damn You know you played your part, it's just me and my dawgs, no, we don't bark, but we got scars Exotic like my car, shoo, oh my Did you forget about who he was and what we are Blackjack coming to get you 20 deep when we slide out Your friends can pull up with you, use the penthouse for the hideout I smoke, my pockets got bigger, figures, split them with your girlfriend You ain't been out the state, okay I'll take you around the world then Black Montana, (Black Montana) Press the matter, (Press the matter) Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt) No bandana, (No Bandana) I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer So, go say Black Montana, (Black Montana) Press the matter, (Press the matter) Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt) No bandana, (No Bandana) I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer