I don't want peace I want problems, always Ah, finesse (ge-ge ti) If I broke na my business (ye-ye) Ama shana, e go bright o (ge-ge ti, han) Ehhhn (Montana) I feel blessed (ayy, ayy) If you broke, gotta mind your business (uh-huh) Catch me on an island, eating lobsters with the shooters Haters in the crib like Ray J with the noodles Finesse, self-made boss, gotta make a toast Out of everyone I lost, I miss myself the most Shawty feel blessed, Montana spoil me I do it out of love, pay me back in loyalty (I feel blessed) like Johnny Depp She was higher than the gas price, no stress (han) Yeah, she killed the spot, I was a witness If you ain't talking money, she don't speak English Ah, finesse (ge-ge ti) If I broke na my business (ye-ye) Ama shana, e go bright o (ge-ge ti) Folake for the night o (ge-ge ti) Ah, finesse (ge-ge ti) If I broke na my business (ge-ge ti) Ama shana e go bright o (ye-ye) Folake for the night o (ge-ge ti) Ooh, oh Tonight, tonight I just wanna party and me, on ice Yeah, I'm chilling with the good boys, my guys You don't wanna mess with my grind, on Christ Kini, kini, koko? (Koko) Woni, woni, kiloshele gangan? Why I dey gbese like Poco? (Poco) I got girls all around in a drop top Bad girl say she wan Netflix and chill (ooh, yeah) So, I ja ticket, give am warning (yeah) If you fall in love, girl e certain (yeah) You go chop breakfast, I'm not capping (yeah) Can you see dribble? Amokachi (yeah) I'm not faking this, no fugazzi (yeah) You see, these feelings I'm not catching (yeah) Ọmọ ọpẹ, stand fit, I just won dey (Montana) Ah, finesse (ge-ge ti) If I broke na my business (ye ye) Ama shana, e go bright o (ge-ge ti) Folake for the night o (ge-ge ti) Ah, finesse (ge-ge ti) If I broke na my business (ge-ge ti) Ama shana, e go bright o (ye-ye) Folake for the night o (ge-ge ti) Finesse, finesse, finesse

Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Gotta light the shisha, then we pass the Chardonnay Poppin' bottles we ain't leaving till the morning Let me see you put your lighters in the air Shorty wine up on my body like you want it She movin' fast, she winin' slow She tellin' me, that she's ready to go I'm spendin' cash, Geronimo When Massari in the party make the club go Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Watching me, watching me like a movie in a club We run tings, you know a big tings we run Rock wit me, rock wit me, got'cha body burnin' up Push it back on me, touching me Like you wanna give it up, And I wanna, pull you 'pon your waist You'll never wanna leave, I got you right where you wanna be, And I know, tonight I'm gonna make you fall in love with me, Girl I'll be makin' your body scream Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom (Montana!) I got what you want, pull up and stunt Right right looking like first of the month I'm talkin' forty a feature Bad bitch on the shisha Everyday we cash out, smoke smokin' that Keisha High 'til the morning, bad bitch I'm showin' it Watch 'em land on the charts Came up fresh out the corner You know I talk like a pimp With the Ghost like a mac Takin' off like Kemp, play that post like Shaq Cold fever from money, Morocco when sunny Quarter mill on the wheel Thirty chains on my stomach Got plenty to smoke, champagne for the pain Doin' doin' the most, you know we runnin' the game Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom

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

Huh? Who taught you that? Huh? Who taught you how to buckle up when you ride it? Like six flags in the bed, body rollercoast- Who told you how to get it really? Well your man didn't Who taught you how to be a bad girl with your tongue baby? Who taught you how to practice with your best friend? To suck a dick with peppermint Who taught you that? Who taught you that? Pull up in the Brink's truck, baby you can stack it up Who taught you how to talk that shit when you back it up? How you walk with all that ass, you hauling all day Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you how to lose all your religion? Who taught you how to dress when you look good as shit? Girl tell me where you learned to surfboard Who taught you how to make them niggas beg for it? Who taught you how to show what you feeling Who taught you, shawty, how to make sure that it's only big billies? Who told you tell them nosy hoes to go mind they bid-ni-ness Who told you how to still go-go girl, get it get-get it Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? (Dolla $ign, Dolla) Girl who taught you how to do that trick with your spit You so nasty (Yeah), you so nasty, ayy Tell me who taught you how to make it clap On that handstand when I eat it, when I eat it, when I eat it Girl that pussy tastes like water, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) Gon' throw it back for Dolla, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) She know I'm runnin' up a pack, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) Buy me Gucci and new Ralph, yeah, yeah (Ooh yeah) Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? (Oh yeah) Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois (Ooh yeah) Dolla you so damn handsome Dolla you so damn handsome (Oh yeah) Dolla been getting his bands up Dolla been getting his bands, yeah Who taught you that, huh? (Who taught you that?) Who taught you that, huh? (Oh) Who taught you that, huh? Who taught you that, huh? Huh? Who taught you that, huh?

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude

No-no, no-no, no-no Yeah, yeah, yeah No-no, no-no She only calling when she want the juice Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new Started off with a dime Now everywhere I go, I shine All these bitches you wanna ride But really I ain't got the time She only call me when she want the juice Only call me when she want the juice No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Only call me when she want the juice That's what she do, that's what she do No-no, no-no, no-no I was so low Had no one to call on Gave you my phone number How you get my number? Calling me, see I got my cake up Young niggas came up And how you get my number? They doubted me and now she want my energy We ain't got no chemistry but I still might fuck tho Yeah, yeah, yeah I now your type girl, now your type You the type that wanna shine You the type that want that life Girl get up out my life She only calling when she want the juice Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new Started off with a dime Now everywhere I go, I shine All these bitches you wanna ride But really I ain't got the time She only call me when she want the juice Only call me when she want the juice No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Only call me when she want the juice That's what she do, that's what she do No-no, no-no, no-no She turns me Sitting in the living room She's seen all my interviews She loves giving headlines like I'm breaking news So often I can see she loves me I'm just not that into you Girl come let me fuck, I fix your attitude They doubted me and now she want my energy We ain't got no chemistry but I still might fuck tho Yeah, yeah, yeah I now your type girl, now your type You the type that wanna shine You the type that want that life Girl get up out my life She only calling when she want the juice Want the juice, want the juice, want the juice, want the juice She only calling when she want Only calling when she want the juice She only calling when she want Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new No-no, no-no, no-no No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Calling me, see I got my cake up Ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh Girl get up out my life Ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Dolla Dolla you know you the shit Dolla you know you the shit Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Benz, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla that's my favorite artist, ay Dolla go fucking retarded, ay Dolla got dollars on dollars, ay Dolla got '64 Impala, ay Dolla got sold out shows yeah Dolla got 25 hoes yeah Dolla smoke a big ass pound yeah Dolla make a bitch go down yeah Dolla fuck her on the couch yeah Dolla fuck her on the couch yeah Keys all on the couch yeah Might drop Dolla out yeah Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Bent, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, yeah Dolla you know you a boss, uh Dolla go pull up and flex, ay Dolla go fuck with his drawers on Dolla get litty on shrooms Dolla get head in the pool Dolla ain't jumping on boom, no-no Dolla ain't jumping on broom Dolla been smoking with Wiz, yeah-yeah Dolla got love for the kids, yeah-yeah Dolla flew in on the jet Dolla just bought a Rolex, yeah Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Bent, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, yeah