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de Rick Ross

M-m-m-m
Han

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Young Montana and the coke wave
Fed said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial 'bout to star in four days
So we're gonna rise to the top, yeah
Anesthesia
Splashin' frenchie
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Young Montana in Louisiana
Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC hammers
I piss a nigga off until he got an empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I'm on that coke wave
Stay in your own lane, nigga, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got ogs listenin' to me like the ojs
Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Now I put that snow on private planes, call them jet skis
All go, rollie pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke boy, yeah, white girl, yeah, hot boy, yeah, spice girl, yeah
Young moolah

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Young Montana and the coke wave
Fed said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial 'bout to star in four days
So we're gonna rise to the top, yeah
Anesthesia
Splashin' frenchie
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Montana)

On double m-g, I fuck a rapper's wife
Blow a birkin on her and I won't even touch her twice (han)
Your favorite rapper in the precinct, writin' essays
When hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put them on your grave (put them on your grave)
Niggas stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke boys move keys with a lock set (coke boys, baby)
Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt)
Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group (woo)
Niggas crack fiends for the rap memes
Took one to the head like suge in the black beam (pah)
I follow ogs, not the ig
Me and splash brothers like the isleys
I cuttin' rhyme fests, made the pie stretch (han)
Devil on my heels like lil' nye's ex (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like boosie on her
My city girl ride with the uzi on her (pah-pah)
You been to doja, where the doja cat? (coke boys, baby)
Call your soldier slim, cause we don't know your clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on, my bitch, you got a bigger truck (skrrt)
Tears on live, I don't give a fuck (Montana)

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Young Montana and the coke wave
Fed said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial 'bout to star in four days
So we're gonna rise to the top, yeah
Anesthesia
Splashin' frenchie
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Huh, biggest (m-m-m-m)
Never asked, I only came to do the devil's task
Fell in fast, so I just gotta give the pedal gas
Never crashed, I'm spendin' money like I never had
Several bags, I give to bitches that'll never last (uh)
Say my name, niggas lookin' for you with treasure maps (woo)
Can't pedal back and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (hahaha)
Wavin' flags, but you the one we also layin' in that (woah)
Forty bottles and left you pussies with the table tap (krr)
Therefore I apologize before you and a lot of rhymes
And I done smoked a lot of niggas and a lot of mine (woo)
Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines
Oh, I can turn you niggas up and that's the bottom line (maybach music)

Young Montana and the coke wave
Fed said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial 'bout to star in four days
So we're gonna rise to the top

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