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Mr.Montana Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Michael
Length: 3:17
Written by: Grant Rice




Young Michael - Mr.Montana Lyrics




Mr.montana... Mr.montana
Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feathers gang fingers stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is doin

B.i.t.c.h that what u is
Pour me a capital ach
Since u cappin lil bitch
Uppin the mac it dont miss
Back in the trap while me an the homie had to whip
Bitches gon talk but that shit jus dont hurt me
I Need that blunt asap i feel like im furgy
Pop her purky pick bottles of percy
U cant approach me your money aint matching
Make me make u mad when we talk about cabbage
Capital cappin u cap ab cappin
No real designer u fake about fashion
I rip out her traction make me a new action
Transactions my passion my car go go gadget
So when i pop out im gon slide aladdin
Finger on each stick like im playin madden
Ill kick in your door kimosobi what happened
I buy her caddy like i am her daddy
Her nickname was Cassy i kept that bitch flashy
She attempted to pass me kicked her to backstreet
Keep one in tha backseat it blow like apache
Now we linking up like we all in a track meet
But im on schedule so lets make it snappy
From there an back but i bet u cant catch me
Not talkin bout racin boy this is a pack meet
Everysince 12 boy i trapped by my lonely
When i was 14 did run for tha homie
He got caught up an did time for a stoley
I stay w tha brodies an keep that thang on me
Im Sippin on 40s while keeping tha cody
Im out on the water like i am boating
IM

Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feather gang fingers stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is doin

Actually factually
F*ck on the faculty
U say u gon hit it depends on your accuracy
F*ck up on splitting tha stick thats a casualty
Usually stupidly
Switching up curency
While i count currently
Diamonds from persia
But shoes are from germany
Walk down your block like im workin for courtesy
U talk about KBEN an ik him personally
New black ferrari but the tent is burgendy
An my biggest haters the main ones that purchasing
I could jump backwards u still not head of me
No matter what i keep my bread ahead of me
She say when she w me she feel she on exticy
When she right next to me
She put that neck on me
I think she put hex on me
Bro take a breath homie
Let tha gang smash on it
Go grab a bag an then get yo ass back on it
5k in cash what u make when u trap on it
Remeber stay trappin so u can make payments
This game is a business my plug is my agent
He youse to throw fronts jus so i could get paper
Make sure to pay back or get hit with tha laser
Back to tha trap mix it up like a baker
We takin shots but we dont need a chaser
Cause we throwin shots thatll permanently change ya
Yall are my kids boy i feel that i made ya
Serve yo ass w this beef like a catier
U heard that im ballin it aint nun major
All kinds of paper i feel like a mayor
No kobe bryant i ball like a laker
Yall haters
Are

Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feather gang fingers stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is you doin
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Mr.montana... Mr.montana
Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feathers gang fingers stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is doin

B.i.t.c.h that what u is
Pour me a capital ach
Since u cappin lil bitch
Uppin the mac it dont miss
Back in the trap while me an the homie had to whip
Bitches gon talk but that shit jus dont hurt me
I Need that blunt asap i feel like im furgy
Pop her purky pick bottles of percy
U cant approach me your money aint matching
Make me make u mad when we talk about cabbage
Capital cappin u cap ab cappin
No real designer u fake about fashion
I rip out her traction make me a new action
Transactions my passion my car go go gadget
So when i pop out im gon slide aladdin
Finger on each stick like im playin madden
Ill kick in your door kimosobi what happened
I buy her caddy like i am her daddy
Her nickname was Cassy i kept that bitch flashy
She attempted to pass me kicked her to backstreet
Keep one in tha backseat it blow like apache
Now we linking up like we all in a track meet
But im on schedule so lets make it snappy
From there an back but i bet u cant catch me
Not talkin bout racin boy this is a pack meet
Everysince 12 boy i trapped by my lonely
When i was 14 did run for tha homie
He got caught up an did time for a stoley
I stay w tha brodies an keep that thang on me
Im Sippin on 40s while keeping tha cody
Im out on the water like i am boating
IM

Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feather gang fingers stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is doin

Actually factually
F*ck on the faculty
U say u gon hit it depends on your accuracy
F*ck up on splitting tha stick thats a casualty
Usually stupidly
Switching up curency
While i count currently
Diamonds from persia
But shoes are from germany
Walk down your block like im workin for courtesy
U talk about KBEN an ik him personally
New black ferrari but the tent is burgendy
An my biggest haters the main ones that purchasing
I could jump backwards u still not head of me
No matter what i keep my bread ahead of me
She say when she w me she feel she on exticy
When she right next to me
She put that neck on me
I think she put hex on me
Bro take a breath homie
Let tha gang smash on it
Go grab a bag an then get yo ass back on it
5k in cash what u make when u trap on it
Remeber stay trappin so u can make payments
This game is a business my plug is my agent
He youse to throw fronts jus so i could get paper
Make sure to pay back or get hit with tha laser
Back to tha trap mix it up like a baker
We takin shots but we dont need a chaser
Cause we throwin shots thatll permanently change ya
Yall are my kids boy i feel that i made ya
Serve yo ass w this beef like a catier
U heard that im ballin it aint nun major
All kinds of paper i feel like a mayor
No kobe bryant i ball like a laker
Yall haters
Are

Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feather gang fingers stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is you doin
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Writer: Grant Rice
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