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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Performer
Walter Bradford
Walter Bradford
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Bradford
Walter Bradford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stackz Too Trill
Stackz Too Trill
Producer
Walter Bradford
Walter Bradford
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Stacks, beads, empire)
300
[Verse 2]
Designer clothes, yo, this man be rockin' labels
Hella bands, rubber bands 'round hella bank rolls
Hella bitches, probably slip dick in your main ho
But watch what you say though, I promise he don't play, though
Designer clothes, I'm the man be rockin' labels
Hella bands, rubber bands 'round hella bank rolls
Hella bitches, probably slip dick in your main ho
But watch what you say though, I promise he don't play, though
[Verse 3]
It's Mister Let-that-forty-bang, bitch, I do my thang
Someone go tell Eddie Cain that I'm about to make it rain
I got Prada, I got Louis, I got Gucci on me
I swear all the bitches wanna put that coochie on me
I'm off the chain, bitch, like Django
Up in that Range Rover, up dick on your main ho
You could keep your heart, shawty, I just want the brain, though
And I be comin' off the top, volcanoes
Up in the Gucci store, I got hella bank rolls
Big spendin' 'round this bitch, tornadoes
Gucci rain boots, I'm about to make it rain, though
Stacks on top of stacks, bitch, it look like I'm stackin' Legos
Connected like some cable, I got hella pesos
Pounds of that loud, y'all could call a **** Pedro
I'll blow your ass away, though, give your ass a halo
When I put that steel in your face like Kano
[Verse 4]
Designer clothes, yo, this man be rockin' labels
Hella bands, rubber bands 'round hella bank rolls
Hella bitches, probably slip dick in your main ho
But watch what you say though, I promise he don't play, though
Designer clothes, yo, this man be rockin' labels
Hella bands, rubber bands 'round hella bank rolls
Hella bitches, probably slip dick in your main ho
But watch what you say though, I promise he don't play, though
[Verse 5]
Ok, now I be poppin' tags, bitch, I got that bag
A Crip with hella swag, every bitch I fuck is bad
I got bitches, I got money, I got stacks on deck
I swear everywhere I go, it's hella straps on deck
I got my killers with me and they shinin'
And three bitches with me, Frankie Lymon
When in the club, I make two of 'em sneak the iron in
We break the law like fuck a badge and fuck a siren
Bitch I'm racked up, go get your racks up
I stay strapped up, I dare your ass to act up
Big thumper on my hip, ****, jack cool
I'll whack you and add another tattoo
Yeah, I be ballin', but mention my name
And I'ma roll up with the heat like Lebron James
And I don't say shit, all I know is spray shit
I'll stick that pump inside your whip, gas station
[Verse 6]
Designer clothes, yo, this man be rockin' labels
Hella bands, rubber bands 'round hella bank rolls
Hella bitches, probably slip dick in your main ho
But watch what you say though, I promise he don't play, though
Designer clothes, yo, this man be rockin' labels
Hella bands, rubber bands 'round hella bank rolls
Hella bitches, probably slip dick in your main ho
But watch what you say though, I promise he don't play, though
Written by: Walter Bradford
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