Dunce Barbie - Clean Montana

Yeah, you ain't tryna fuck bitch go home Black Russian weed, I'm fucking up the ozone I promise moms I ain't in the streets no more Still inside the trap tryna make my money so long Lambo truck go fast 210 on the dash I'm still in the trap don't ask where I'm at I'm still in the trap Yeah Used to bruk now everyday mi rock expensive clothes Freaky likkle dwarf at the show she blow mi like a nose Valentino kicks wid Gucci shirt wollan deh strike a pose Tek a picha wid eh Iphone Casamigo have mi drunk cyaa drive home Roll a spliff and puff eh loud now mi eye open Put mi wrist inai freezer, Rollie ice cold Di Tesla nuh mek sound Fiji inna mi chain cyaa swim yow eh drown Watch yuh step, rapper run eh compound Half mil pah mi right now Dunce out right now High right now Smoke weed till mi eye dem close High right now, dunce right now Johnny Dang mek mi wrist watch cold Weh eh bimma key put eh beast inna sport mode Leff fire pon eh toll road Top a fly mi nuh need passport Dunce yuh fuck skate off inna Urus truck If anuh money yaah talk mi nuh give a fuck Waah run up pon di gang pussy try yuh luck Bare gun yahso like car exhaust suh di fire buss You ain't tryna fuck bitch go home Black Russian weed, I'm fucking up the ozone I promise moms I ain't in the streets no more Still inside the trap tryna make my money so long Lambo truck go fast 210 on the dash I'm still in the trap don't ask where I'm at I'm still in the trap Tesla nuh mek sound Fiji inna mi chain cyaa swim yow eh drown Watch yuh step, rapper run eh compound Half mil pah mi right now Dunce out right now High right now Smoke weed till mi eye dem close High right now, dunce right now Dunce out right now High right now Dunce out right now High right now

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)