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Montana of 300 & Talley Of 300
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Nothin New
Stacking up that loot This aint nuthin new These bitches wanna chew This ain't nothin' new Fuck niggas hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new Ay Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These bitches wanna chew This ain't nothin' new Fuck niggas hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new Keep that fire on me Now run while you can Bitches gon' know the squad Yeah we going hard
Swearing they love it Well hope they bout money Like giving the tummy
And when it come to bread I like cuttin'
See I keep it pimpin' you hear me?
These bitches gon' chew Gon' do what they do
But I'm bout that business my nigga I'm making these moves
I'm paying these dudes
While these fuck niggas sneakdiss then them shells hit 'em And whoever dwell with 'em They out on display The truth is they all wanna hate So I send 'em to hell with 'em Anyway bitch FGE on the rise These streets won't deny Shoutout to my squad They with me til' I die See it's all about gettin' and gettin' and hustlin' and stackin' Never know what can happen We see how you dudes be lackin'
These haters can't stand no reaction But that's what we doin' Straight to the money don't know what you doin' The haters amusin' This ain't nothin' new
Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These bitches wanna chew This ain't nothin' new Fuck niggas hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This ain't nothin' new Ay Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These bitches wanna chew This ain't nothin' new Fuck niggas hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new Chicago my city Bitch I been on my grizzy All the hoes wanna pick me They wanna get busy I fuck and get sucked like a hickey I hope God forgive me for putting a body on my semi Lord knows I ain't right like I'm Drizzy So fuck nigga miss me Montana ain't shy with that Glizzy Then lay niggas down that diss me Don't think I'm too busy Get your ass shot like Nicki Been riding around with big poppers like Diddy And it spit faster than Benzi I slide in then bust it then be gone in a jiffy You could call that a quickie Try to run if you want Imma do 'em like Ricky Put one in his back like he Penny
Get turned into a pack of that sticky You know I'm the man I'll turn your bitch to a fan You know that I can I stay fly I won't land 450 for my pants
Just to stuff 'em with bands Got dough like a buscuit came out of that can Then I got straight to them grams Don't got no time for playin' Heat on me like a tan So fuck is you sayin'? I'm gon' blow like a fan Load this bitch then go blam And that's on my soul If the opps wanna roll You get popped like a Xan Nigga right where you stand I'm the truth I flex like Rick Rude I keep that pistol on me, glued I stay with that tool Shit ain't new Stackin' up that loot This ain't nothin' new These bitches wanna chew This ain't nothin' new Fuck niggas hate the crew This ain't nothin' new Run up on 'em and shoot This ain't nothin' new
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