monte Lyrics

I'mma get some tints in this glass house

You got dinner at the crib why you trapped out

If you think I'm being funny you can laugh now

Thought I'm just good for some bad loud

This shit ain't Chanel

I got two chains that's for sale

Don't got no weed it's in the mail

Dropped my last check at the Shell

Yeah

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again

Yeah

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again

Never ends

Yeah

Never ends

Yeah

Never ends

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again

Damn

I think that I'm feeling upset

I gotta deal with the stress

I gotta be more direct

I gotta seem like a wreck

Watching time tick like Tourette's

Just gotta give me the bread

And I promise I'll handle the rest

Brewing up potions that

Puts all the fiends to the test

Bicardi to cardi arrest

What's all this talk about

I gotta bitch and she's selling loud

I got my hands on the ceiling now

Feeling it crumble come crashing down

What's all this talk about

I gotta bitch and she's selling loud

I got my hands on the ceiling now

Feeling it crumble come crashing down

You already know how it go

Cashing out the check when you're broke

Passing out in bed with a 4

Got Ye's wire in your clothes

Got the feds tapping on ya phones

We could light a spliff with stove top

Falling off a cliff when I doze off

She was smoking up the weed now she bugged out

Sniffing out your money like a bloodhound

Gotta get the money 'fore ya fall off

'Bout to sip the Henney til we're all lost

Feeling like I'm sipping on a lost cause

Feeling like I'm sipping on a lost cause

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again Yeah

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again Yeah

What's all this talk about

I gotta bitch and she's selling loud

I got my hands on the ceiling now

Feeling it crumble come crashing down

What's all this talk about

I gotta bitch and she's selling loud

I got my hands on the ceiling now

Feeling it crumble come crashing down

On my grind

Don't hit my line

I'm living fine

Don't serve those dimes

I paid those fines

I took that time

I'll be alright

All left no right

On my grind

I was down bad at the crib

Coughing on a blunt in a bib

Then told myself don't trip

Gotta man up get big

Then I got my mind free

No excess THC to remind me

I was forgetting how I might be

Sober got me driving with the high beams

With the high beams yeah

Nobody been taking me lightly

Seeing this sight is unsightly

Feeling like I'm leading like Pine Leaf

Living in a ketamine pipe dream

Just gotta keep on grinding

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again Yeah

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting

Said I'm glad I'm getting high again Yeah

On my grind

Don't hit my line

I'm living fine

I paid those fines

I took that time

I'll be alright

On my grind

What's all this talk about

I gotta bitch and she's selling loud

I got my hands on the ceiling now

Feeling it crumble come crashing down

What's all this talk about

I gotta bitch and she's selling loud

I got my hands on the ceiling now

Feeling it crumble come crashing down

On my grind