Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Montana99
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaden Tristan Francois
Songwriter
Lyrics
Jay Montana man
Jay Montana
Jay Montana man
Oh my God it's Jay Montana man
I can't love no bitch 'cause I want money, yea I run it up
Sipping too damn much I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
Chillen with the gang up in LA, oh yea we stupid up
How you fall in love, man she don't want you, you a stupid fuck
I can't love no bitch, man they be plotting and they scheming
Talking down on gang, I'm finna pull up wit' my demons
Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neimans
Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic
I can't love no bitch, I can't love no thot
Sipping onna drank , sipping onna Wock'
Put me on a beat, all I do is walk
Fans blowing my phone, telling me to drop
V don't got no roof, I done dropped the top
Bro just got a coupe, skirting off the lot
Toting on Barrettas, and we got some Glocks
You not talking money, I don't wanna talk
Yea your Rollie fake, I could hear the tick
I was fucking broke, now I'm rocking Ricks
Choppa wit' a beam, and it got a stick
**** started selling candy, now they moving bricks
We was fucking broke and bummy, lookin' for a lick
Caught a **** lacking, now we takin' all his shit
We was just some wild kids, we was just some jhits
Momma always told me boy be careful who you wit'
I remember growing up, I never really listened
Now I'm getting older and I know that I was trippin'
When I'm in Chicago, bitch I ball like Scottie Pippen
On a yacht, I'm living the sweet life like London Tipton
Inna v, I'm doing like two hunnid and I'm drifting
Like in Tesla, I just spilled some Wock inna kitchen
Ksubi jeans with the Balenci, bitch I'm dripping
Diamonds on me wetter than a lake, my vvs glisten
I can't love no bitch 'cause I want money, yea I run it up
Sipping too damn much I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
Chillen with the gang up in LA, oh yea we stupid up
How you fall in love, man she don't want you, you a stupid fuck
I can't love no bitch, man they be plotting and they scheming
Talking down on gang, I'm finna pull up wit' my demons
Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neimans
Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic
Written by: Jaden Tristan Francois