Oh my God Yea Jay Montana man Yea Yea Yea Bitch I'm Jay Montana I'm a rockstar And I'm sippin' lean, I'm sippin' wockhardt Yea, my diamonds way too bright, yo' diamonds not smart N-N-N you a bitch, I know you not hard Choppa wit' me, I shoot this shit its a felony uh And yo' bitch said she wanna' have sex wit' me uh And my flow is too sick, need a remedy uh Inna' telly, might fuck it up Now that bitch wanna' fuck wit' us You a pussy boy, toughen up Me and my n, we straight to the top Ain't nobody touchin' us 'Member they would look up at my fit, like what is that Now I got yo' bitch, you want her back A-A-And I'm countin' money, bitch I'm runnin' up the racks I'm not talkin' apple, when I'm pulling out the mac I be with brothers, yea there's Bryan and there's Zach Shoutout to my n flippin' work and movin' packs I was fucking broke and now I spend ten bands at Saks N want a feature, they was telling me I'm trash Bitch I'm Jay Montana my shit bussin' Shooters wit' me dumpin' no discussion Tried to dub me, so I fucked up on her cousin Now I'm blowin' up, remember I was nothin' Yea, Jay Montana man I might fuck on yo' bitch uh huh Yea It's Jay Montana man