Montana Of 300 - Play Doe lyrics

rate me

(Hook x2)

Designer clothes this man be rocking labels

Hella bands rubber bands ‘round hella bank roll

Hella bitches probably slip dick in yo main hoe

But watch what you say tho, I promise he don’t play doe

(Verse: Montana of 300)

It’s mister let that forty bang bitch I do my thang

Sumeone go tell Eddie Cain that I’m ‘bout to make it rain

I got Prada, I got Louis, I got Gucci on me

I swear all the bitches want to put that coochie on me

I’m off the chain bitch like Django

Up in a Range Rover up dick on your main hoe

You could keep your heart shawty, I just want the brain doe

And I be comin' off the top, volcano

Up in the Gucci store I got hella bank roll

Big spendin' round this bitch, tornado

Gucci rain boots I’m ‘bout to make it rain dough

Stacks on top of stacks bitch it look like I’m stackin' lego

Connected like sum' cables, I got hella pesos

Pounds of that loud yall could call a nigga pedro

I blow yo ass away doe, give yo ass a halo

When I put that steel in yo face like Kano

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Montana of 300)

I be popping tags bitch I got that bag

A crib wit hella swag every bitch I fuck is bad

I got bitches, I got money, I got stacks on deck

I swear everywhere I go there’s hella straps on deck

Got my killer wit me and they shining

And three bitches wit 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 yo racks up

I stay strapped up I dare yo ass to act up

Big thumper on my hip nigga act cool

I whack you and add another tattoo

Yeah I be balling but mention my name

And I’m roll up wit that heat like Lebron James

And I don’t say shit all I know is spray shit

I stick that pump inside yo whip gas station

(Hook x2)