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Job Done Video (MV)




Performed By: Montana Corleone
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Michael Contrevo




Montana Corleone - Job Done Lyrics
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Slide through in my Honda car, I'll pick you up
Walked inside the party, you lit it up
Diamonds in the Audemars, shine like the sun
Wrist gold like a calamari, get you anything you want
Lil' mama so bad, she the finest
Take you out shopping for diamonds
I put you in the new designer
I give you my baby lil' mama
I only want you cause the other lil hoes bring drama
I'm tryna get to them commas
I'm tryna get to them dollars
Lil' mama so bad, she a model
Aye come to my section, got bottles
I'm rollin' up dope for the gang
I'm rollin' up smoke for the gang
I swear I got love for my team
I turn my dream to reality
I put it up to my salary
My name hold weight like calories
Oh you a gangsta?
Why you never shot none?
Lil' Tony been geekin' on drugs
I pass him a perky, gon' shoot
Upping that chop and blow
Just like a f*ckin' flute
Get that boy gone and go
Tires gon' screech on the road
Smokin' that gas and I float
Lil youngin' been smokin' that dro
Glock 23, got a pole like stripper
Passin' the lob, gon' slam it like Blake Griffin on the Clippers
She like, Tana, baby, you so different
Rollin' up, gassin', it's hittin
They gotta hate on the kid cause I'm different
I was never the one to blend in
You know young Tana gon' stand out
Run up on Tana its a man down
Catch an app with his pants down
Blow this bitch like a fan now
Get the job done, then we out
I do not do this for clout
Let them boys know what I'm bout
Who the f*ck is you playin' with now
Give a f*ck who you run with lil' boy
You think it's a game, better find you a toy
I'm tryna go on a tour
I just came from the floor
But we tryna go to the top
Lil mama just gave up the drop
We gotta change our location
I'm tryna stay off the drugs
Got me swaggin' with a mug
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Slide through in my Honda car, I'll pick you up
Walked inside the party, you lit it up
Diamonds in the Audemars, shine like the sun
Wrist gold like a calamari, get you anything you want
Lil' mama so bad, she the finest
Take you out shopping for diamonds
I put you in the new designer
I give you my baby lil' mama
I only want you cause the other lil hoes bring drama
I'm tryna get to them commas
I'm tryna get to them dollars
Lil' mama so bad, she a model
Aye come to my section, got bottles
I'm rollin' up dope for the gang
I'm rollin' up smoke for the gang
I swear I got love for my team
I turn my dream to reality
I put it up to my salary
My name hold weight like calories
Oh you a gangsta?
Why you never shot none?
Lil' Tony been geekin' on drugs
I pass him a perky, gon' shoot
Upping that chop and blow
Just like a f*ckin' flute
Get that boy gone and go
Tires gon' screech on the road
Smokin' that gas and I float
Lil youngin' been smokin' that dro
Glock 23, got a pole like stripper
Passin' the lob, gon' slam it like Blake Griffin on the Clippers
She like, Tana, baby, you so different
Rollin' up, gassin', it's hittin
They gotta hate on the kid cause I'm different
I was never the one to blend in
You know young Tana gon' stand out
Run up on Tana its a man down
Catch an app with his pants down
Blow this bitch like a fan now
Get the job done, then we out
I do not do this for clout
Let them boys know what I'm bout
Who the f*ck is you playin' with now
Give a f*ck who you run with lil' boy
You think it's a game, better find you a toy
I'm tryna go on a tour
I just came from the floor
But we tryna go to the top
Lil mama just gave up the drop
We gotta change our location
I'm tryna stay off the drugs
Got me swaggin' with a mug
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Writer: Michael Contrevo
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