I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy) The Butcher comin', nigga Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' coke, boy (La musica de Harry Fraud) You know how this street shit go What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me This coupe I got from Doupon, registry The standard of hammer, in my all rooms, I get a new Glock every week My old bitch think I'm too rich to send a Uber My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweller Drive-by's with rugers, twenty racks for the shooter The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter The letter told my nigga in jail, told him he blessed He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah Responsibility come with the opportunity Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy Hoes think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie War endorsement, war with law enforcement 'Til my long full of Maybachs and small Porsches Let's go (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy) Coke Boys charged double in the drought Hack busted in her stomach, started foamin' out the mouth (Woo) On strays, broad day, think they like sweet And my youngin got the K like Skeet (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Before you try and surf, let the wave break (Break) Let the cake bake (Bake) Talkin' summers, I done had a whole decade straight (Haan) Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner She don't eat, like her manager was Kris Jenner (Ah) Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me Never let nobody live in your mind for free (Ah) And when you get tested, you get your answers Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges (Uh) Could have signed to Cash Money but I was gettin' cash money Nick, game floor seats, next to Van Gundhi (Ah) Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin' At the met gala with no stylist, haan (Ah) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana, haha) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy) Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (Uh-huh) The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (Haha) It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (Yeah) Pride was the reason he died, no ego (No ego) You know me, you know me, the don Jada (Yeah) I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (Woo) Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (Uh-uh) Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (Nope) We just rubbin' bands, the money, we don't fold it (Never) As far as the account of me goes, we control it (We control it) You have a lil' luck if you came up (Uh) Ask me, fentanyl is fuckin' the game up (Hmm) You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (That's it) Playin' with your nose or is you a fane popper? (Fane popper) Knockin' off half in zips, just another day at the office Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, haha) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, don't worry about it) I was sellin' it all, haha

Just got cheated on, no it's not my day That's not my bitch, she's not my girl, she's not my babe My stomach's in pain I hope I don't throw up all over what you told But it hurts me to know I can't even, I can't even believe what you did to me You can't even, you can't even say I'm overreacting I can't even, can't even hear your side Shame on me, you fooled me twice And you said I wasn't just like anyone, like But you treated me just like everyone, like everyone else You like to say that you're right Did it make you feel bad When you cheated on your man last night? Did I even ever cross your mind? You like to say that you're right Did it make you feel bad When you cheated on your man last night? Did I even ever cross your mind? You like to say that you're ri- You like to say that you're right Montana (Yeah) Drop head with a time hoodie on me Bought a hundred chains now the bitches all linger Walk by the crib, smell the kitchen all stanky Floor seats, 4 quarter, spent a quarter on the link Ridin' through Philly, Meek Milly never lost Still ridin' through the strip catchin' licks with my dog 30 for the whole, 15 for the half You could break it down, come and see me with the bag Shorty fell in love with a young rich nigga Blunt full of smoke and a cup full of liquor Say what I mean and I mean what I said baby Silk sheets, I be slippin' off the bed baby I can't even, I can't even believe what you did to me You can't even, you can't even say I'm overreacting I can't even, can't even hear your side Shame on me, you fooled me twice And you said I wasn't just like anyone, like But you treated me just like everyone, like everyone else You like to say that you're right Did it make you feel bad When you cheated on your man last night? Did I even ever cross your mind? You like to say that you're right Did it make you feel bad When you cheated on your man last night Did I even ever cross your mind You like to say that you're ri- You like to say that you're right

Ah, can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling (nah) You can't tell me nothing (eh) Can't tell me nada (ah) Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling Can't tell me nothing (nah) Can't tell me nada (ah) Eh Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la Cut a moon roof in the 72 That's what the paper tell me to do Spaceship came through, slayed you (slayed you) Thinkin' that the game' new, fool, who raised you? (ooh-la-la-la) I ain't got time to save you Paydays I'm on the way to State to state, many of stage' and venue' The stoned saga continues I'm fin to, collect more residuals Off digitals and physical (la-la-la) Record in the fortress stable of Ferrari horses Paved the driveway, parked exotics on it Looking at 'em just make me want more shit I'm addicted to this hustle, I'm so sick (ooh-la-la-la) Tug of war with my girl cause I can't split into two people Wanna work just as bad as I wanna be with you Sitting in my homeboy's Regal, higher than a eagle (la-la-la) Thinkin' of a loophole to squeeze through Leave to that paper, that's church, cathedral Take my Kangol off 'fore I enter the bistro Crooks gotta eat too, in a castle with platters of seafood (ooh-la-la-la) Lavish extravagance wishing it could be you See you, when I see you And when I do, don't be looking all evil and deceitful (la-la-la) Oh, woah No look, no gain (oh) 100 spokes and new clothes 100 spokes and new clothes (ooh-la-la-la) Oh, baby (yeah) Oh, woah No look, no gain 100 spokes and new clothes 100 spokes and new clothes (ah) Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling You can't tell me nothing Can't tell me nada (ah) Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling Can't tell me nothing (nah) Can't tell me nada (ah) Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la Hopped out the blue smoking purple (purple) Free Boss Don on my shirt (shirt) My niggas, they always earn (nah) Tell 'em niggas all lay down (nah) Yeah, you remember me? (me) Connected from the bottom like the letter V (V) I turn strangers to best friends Best friends to strangers Jealousy and anger Same water soften up the potatoes, boiled up the egg It ain't where you from, it's your circumstance Trips to Kansas, never question, answer Had to build an empire, just to build a mansion Got the bread, left the bacon at Salam Aleikum Why hate?, cop an i8 one weekend (woo) Everyday's crunch time like the last point If I don't make it, I'll be talking through the glass joint (nah) Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling (nah) You can't tell me nothing Can't tell me nada (ah) Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling Can't tell me nothing (nah) Can't tell me nada (ah) Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la Yo, French Montana Hit 'em with the Casino 2 Bro, Paper Bag Stop hiding on crack, nigga I know you shoot that, nigga Montana Don't shoot 'em Chop 'em off, nigga Stop fronting, papa Stop frighting too

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

A las cinco se cierra la barra del 33 Pero Mario no sale hasta las seis Y si encima le toca hacer caja, despídete Casi siempre se le hace de día Mientras María ya se ha puesto en pie Ha hecho la casa, ha hecho hasta café Y le espera medio desnuda Mario llega cansado y saluda, sin mucho afán Quiere cama, pero otra variedad Y María se moja las canas en el café Magdalenas del sexo convexo Luego al trabajo en un gran almacén Cuando regresa no hay más que un somier Taciturno que usar por turnos Cruz de navajas por una mujer Brillos mortales despuntan al alba Sangres que tiñen de malva el amanecer Pero hoy como ha habido redada en el 33 Mario vuelve a las cinco menos diez (que temprano Por su calle vacía, a lo lejos, sólo se ve A unos novios comiéndose a besos El pobre Mario se quiere morir Cuando se acerca para descubrir Es María con compañía Cruz de navajas por una mujer Brillos mortales despuntan al alba Sangres que tiñen de malva el amanecer Sobre Mario de bruces, tres cruces Una en la frente, la que más dolió Otra en el pecho, la que le mató Y otra miente en el noticiero Dos drogadictos en plena ansiedad Roban y matan a Mario Postigo Mientras su esposa es testigo desde el portal En vez de cruz de navajas por una mujer Brillos mortales despuntan al alba Sangres que tiñen de malva el amanecer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer La de Mario Postigo tenía que ser Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer Esa mujer era María con compañía porque Mario no la supo atender Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer No había droga ni delincuencia, la inexperiencia de Mario la hizo perder su mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por esa mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer