BLACK MONTANA ft. Fresco Trey Lyrics

Realest nigga till I die, I never really playing games about mine

I could always brush you off, I said I own a two seat as my ride

And I know, if I hold you down baby girl, would you say I know

If I hold you down baby girl, go ahead and say

Black Montana, (Black Montana)

Press the matter, (Press the matter)

Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)

No bandana, (No Bandana)

I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer

You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer

Realest nigga till I die, I never really said shit about you

But, I could always fuck you over

Think I give a damn shit about you

And, you will never be in love again, in the same way that I do

And, I can never put my trust again into a damn bitch just like you

Cause, the Dolce & Gabbana and luxury is Louis

If I set you up, better get out and boogie

If you want the smoke, I could put on my hoodie

But nobody would tell me if you was a joke cause

I've been in my feelings, since you've been out of line

And, can't beat this feeling, that you've been wasting time

Oh no, yeah

You're wasting time oh no, yeah

Everybody all around me is getting out of line I know

But, you just hit my line again talking about you wanna try

And, I just hit decline again, talking about you wanna slide

Cause I'm, standing on business

If you never mention the times you was down, when you was back in them trenches

Where, I held you down, when nobody would listen

Cause, you were alone, with you're back to the wall

I know, that it ain't your seen

But, I ain't never tripping, bout no ex

Who ain't even damn close to my league

So, go say

Black Montana, (Black Montana)

Press the matter, (Press the matter)

Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)

No bandana, (No Bandana)

I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer

You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer

So, go say

Black Montana, (Black Montana)

Press the matter, (Press the matter)

Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)

No bandana, (No Bandana)

I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer

You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer

I know you heard about us, we come from the city, post up on the block, yeah

I know you all about lust, you would fuck with kid if spending that guap, yeah

Thirty degrees, I'm in Dallas, Texas, it's just me and my thoughts, yeah

Think about how I was chasing you, girl, while you running off of my heart, damn

You know you played your part, it's just me and my dawgs, no, we don't bark, but we got scars

Exotic like my car, shoo, oh my

Did you forget about who he was and what we are

Blackjack coming to get you

20 deep when we slide out

Your friends can pull up with you, use the penthouse for the hideout

I smoke, my pockets got bigger, figures, split them with your girlfriend

You ain't been out the state, okay

I'll take you around the world then

Black Montana, (Black Montana)

Press the matter, (Press the matter)

Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)

No bandana, (No Bandana)

I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer

You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer

So, go say

Black Montana, (Black Montana)

Press the matter, (Press the matter)

Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)

No bandana, (No Bandana)

I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer

You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer