Lux Montana
Stick in my lap
Bring that hoe through the trap
Fuck a double r truck all I need is a track
I wake up get some paper
Go to sleep with my racks
I boot up off that drink
I get high start my day
If that hoe trying to fuck tell that hoe come my way
Bitch I think I'm too p, put a hoe on the blade
Fucking my hoe while she holding my chain
I'm outside with a Balenci coat in the rain
If he want to be gang got to put him through training
Show a nigga how to run up a hundred Wilt Chamberlain
Money and drugs them my favorite love languages
I pop this perc go to work never lazy
I keep a glock forty three in my load out
I need a mill for a deal fuck a rollout
I put some red in my cup pouring fours out
Every time she with the gang she throw fours up
Lux Montana feel like Sammy Sosa
Pack came in I can smell it get closer
If me and money ever break up I need closure
I made getting racks part of my life like its culture
Do my own stunts in this coupe fuck a valet
Stay on my toes in the trap like ballet
Put so much dope on the scale make the glass break
V12 in the hood make the hood smell the gas tank
Can't ride no fish bowl
My car ain't no fish tank
Pull up in that all black hawk like I'm Bruce Wayne
This a Trackhawk this ain't no regular jeep
This a Margiela shirt not no regular tee
Niggas ain't give me shit so I'm playing for keeps
Niggas pick sides everyday and get beat
Niggas hate everyday it's still easy to sleep
If she bad then I might put that hoe in ALYX
I don't let shit control me can't be on no leash
Fuck a hoe to my song she in love with the beat
I boot up alone I'm in love with the geek
Baby you look good when you count up for me