MONTE CARLO Lyrics

Aye aye

We out in Miami, got sand on her cheeks

And soon I'll be charting for 22 weeks

Just listen up now while I do it for free

Cause later it's give me my money, don't speak

Wonder why cadence and rhythm on fleek

Put in the hours, that shit they don't see

Not in my prime, not even the peak

Makin a bet, I put it on me

Aye, aye

Feel like a great, as I should

Thanks to the risks that I took

Now I'm the vet and the rook

Did everything that I could

Shouts to the ones in Dade County

Nobody touchin the family

Put it on God, wallahi

Aye

To all the ones claiming they standing on business ain't standing nothing

Nah, what

Price on your head, aye

My doggie gone hit 'em

Shoot out the G Wag Maybach matic

She wanna fuck me cause I upped my status

Cause you got money don't mean that you solid

Still with the same ones from back when I started

Aye, aye

All I ask God is to give me health and I'll handle the rest

I got way too many sins I need to get up off my chest

After looking at my life it's hard to think that I'm not blessed

Wait, wait

"I don't see the vision"

Fuck all y'all opinions

This that new religion

It's always been written

Baby I get it I get it

Baby I get it I get it

Baby I get it I get it

Monte Carlo girls Im bouta take em to the mall (to the mall)

Bottles to the sky like fuck em all (fuck em all)

Players gonna ball nah we gon ball (we gon ball)

Mami Ima cuff you like the law (like the law)

Aye

Snakes in the grass, I'm mowing em down

Wire a thousand inside the account

Homie got booked just for stashing a pound

When he get out he gon run it right back This for the dawgs, the scooby, and slats

Told my photographer get all my angles

GreenEyedJit is the best of the best

You wanna try me, I'm buying ya bitch

Shawty be lying and crying to ya face

Day that I go, I'm dying a great

Got my hand on a Bible, I swear

Double cross the bros and I'm sending a hit

Aimbot 'em and that mean we don't miss

Empty clips and then we did it again

Fuck a deal and fuck your 50 percent

Momma keep praying for me

Hope that I make it to 40

This shit be getting to stormy

Momma keep praying for me

Hope that I make it to 40

This shit be getting to stormy

Momma keep praying for me

Monte Carlo girls Im bouta take em to the mall (to the mall)

Bottles to the sky like fuck em all (fuck em all)

Players gonna ball nah we gon ball (we gon ball)

Mami Ima cuff you like the law (like the law)

Aye

Say I've been singing too much

Say I've been singing too much

They wanna take me like what

They wanna take me like what aye

They wanna take me like what