Fuck all that hoe shit Fuck all you fuck boys Bitch, we're real hustlers Get money It's We The Best Music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me It was murder she wrote Your name in blood When the love's gone Your eyes diluted full of blood Six cars full of goons Six blocks heard the boom Dreadlocks, middle of June Head shots, get tombed Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9-11 dial tone You want it all, die alone A war's going on nobody's safe from Now we're talking to the judge when your day come Like, it was hard not to kill these niggas It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas Eight figures, need the eight story mansion While I'm strapped up Two-stepping with the devil dancing Diluted with blood in my eyes Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me (Ace Hood) Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight Put it on mom with that clip on my back And I loaded it twice Just a call away, my niggas is ready No matter the price Playing with mine, you niggas could get it Including your wife Isn't life a motherfucker? Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers Riders' fucking with mobsters Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta Load up the clip, shoot up your master Bang bang, bless them father Passed beside him, rest aside a lake That's swimming with snakes inside Look at my eyes, I hate disguises Knife or gun, I compromise it Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me Nigga, until then... I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me From the depths of the sea Back to the block With a bitch on my dick And a bottle of Ciroc Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot Don't piss the lion 'cause you'll get dropped on the spot Lick shot, drip drop over the soil Pot's hot until it boils To this Crip shit, I'm loyal Dip with us, ride with us Lie with us, sleep with us Sit with us, fuck with us Bad lil' bitch wanna get with us She likes the French tip nails that I wear And how I'm so pimped out With dreads in my hair, yeah You got truth, now the truth is to dare Blue bandana, it's me and Montana At the Tropicana with Tanisha, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah Nicknames for my blammer I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me The smell of blood in the bathroom Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds I told this nigga I was coming back Pussy must not have heard when I told him that Nigga, it's eye for an eye A life for a life, a body for a price I want to smell his last breath took And look him in the eyes And make for sure he knows how death looks Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing Over-killing, it ain't no coming back from it Then walked away with a demeanor like I just done it Something evil this way's coming For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished I got my gun on me I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me Death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me

The price of fame Shit real Fuck fame Let's fuck this shit Fuck fame Got too many racks on me I can't even go to sleep Just go get em, I'm VIP I believed in CID I don't trust you! I'm suffering I'm suffering... from success I'm suffering... from success I worked so hard... This my hymn song Fuck this money nigga, fuck this chain Fuck my watch, you can have that ring Keep my whips, you can have that fame So stressed out, I'm going insane Young nigga can't even sleep at night All this money I done seen in life More cash bring more haters Fuck around and went and bought a chopper twice Cause I'm paranoid, and I bury boy If he playin' with mine, then it's oh lord Please don't make a nigga do that Please don't make a nigga do that You dont' know what the fuck I been through Plus my lawyer texting me too, boy my baby momma be trippin' Talking bout child support, I can't do it I don't trust nobody but God, all these foreign's parked in my yard Swear last night I swimmed in that money, then woke up in a million dollar car Boy I'm too stressed, so blessed Please somebody pray for me, I'm suffering from success Lord, have mercy Got too many racks on me I can't even go to sleep Just go get em, I'm VIP I believed in CID I don't trust you! I'm suffering I'm suffering... from success I'm suffering... from success My momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed Frustrated Nigga fuck that car Fuck these ho's Fuck these millions Fuck your feelings I'm sufferin, I'm sufferin Fuck this house, fuck this condo Fuck these models, fuck these bottles I'm suffering I'm suffering Got too many racks on me I can't even go to sleep Just go get em, I'm VIP I believed in CID I don't trust you! I'm suffering I'm suffering... from success I'm suffering... from success My momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed Frustrated

I'll hold you remix (this the remix) I'll hold you remix You are, you are Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you down I'll hold you down, I'm on my way My mama told me (you are) make sure you got a rider beside you Even if you ain't have all the money, fame and the power So I found her, fly shit, I jump up out her I pick her low valley, she rock with me, it don't matter There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now I'mma get money, nigga, smell it on my gear Black bottle, boy, baller hood billionaire Boots in the mud, now it's marble floors Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's door Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and gone How could I let you down if you never hit the phone? Then they gave him all his money, make you go insane We fucked the game, she said she knew that I would never change Trap star, two bricks in the match box Gold D's, fat boy, peanut butter top I wanna spend a night with Jessica White But is a dopeboy really Jessica type? There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now I'll hold you remix (I'll hold you, I'll hold you) I'll hold you remix now I'm on my way to hold you down We the best Yeah, we the best at holding it down) She said he don't hold her down right Some day she'll be done with him I say there's 7 days in the week, some day ain't one of them You gotta know your work, baby, don't give 'em no discount All of mine are dime, you see a nine, it was a miscount And I'm the one to tell a bitch to bounce I'm the one who getting this amount I'm the one with this foreign shit Name still getting mispronounced Hold up, who you held down? When you ever put bail down? I'mma keep picking money up like the motherfucker fell down It's an us versus y'all thing, we a small gang Just the two of us, baby, but we all bang Bang, bang, bang like what set you claim And when they asked me that, baby, you know I said your name There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now I'll hold you remix (I'll hold you, I'll hold you) I'll hold you remix now I'm on my way to hold you down Keys to the whip, key to the mansion I fuck you while counting money, I'm just that romantic See we be Bonnie and Clyde and I keep that heat like Adonis And if it ever go down I know you won't snitch to your honor That's why you draped in designer, Chanel and all kind of shit She with the realest and all 'em lames are too counterfeit It's been a long time and she's still holding me down (This the remix) Nevermind the hoes I've been fucking with that's out of town (let's ride) I done been through hell, had ups and downs But in the long run still here I apologize for when I be talking that freak shit in the air She still moaning, I know you want it, I go to switching that gear On everything, she never changed for real That's why There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now

This We the Best Music, WTB I ain't worried, I ain't worried Every time I jump on a beat these niggas get nervous Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried Rap game that's mine, due time, I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy 'Long as my family straight, you know homeboy I ain't worried Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, ain't worried bout 'em Ain't worried bout 'em, naw The illest nigga know this, the king cat has spoken I run the south, you run your mouth so please quit with the assumptions Niggas in the Benzo 10-4 ridin' with the chopper clip extendo Ain't no game, this ain't Nintendo Blowing on the highest grade of indo Rockin' Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, hop on the beat and I catch me a body Millionaire hundred million deposit, just so my niggas, we each can divide it Talkin' bout money all over the table, money all over the floor Killers they all in the Porsche, pourin' champagne on them hoes On my nerves best to roll up, Ferrari doin' donuts Ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, young nigga big nuts, ha Laugh at it all, you rap niggas out tryna sound like Hood You can keep that flow, hope it tastes good I ain't worried, I ain't worried Every time I jump on a beat these niggas get nervous Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried Rap game that's mine, due time, I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy 'Long as my family straight, you know homeboy I ain't worried Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, ain't worried bout 'em (first 48, aha) Ain't worried bout 'em, naw (yeah) I'm a threat to these niggas, it's kill or be killed On the night he get murdered, I be somewhere in Brazil The Feds tappin' my reps, got the keys to success My whole team gettin' rich, I know these haters feel pressured Retaliation a must, put a bag on it, nigga All day he on Twitter, straight rat on a nigga I'm Mr. drivin' my Bentleys, all my folks gettin' mad Underground I'm a king, posting pictures with Chad Swisher Sweets in my luggage, Belaire in my bucket Niggas know where I be, we straight mobbin' like Duddy's Ace Hood be my nigga, I make him clap through your window Better watch how you talkin', this SK be a blender I ain't worried, I ain't worried Every time I jump on a beat these niggas get nervous Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried Rap game that's mine, due time, I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy 'Long as my family straight, you know homeboy I ain't worried Hoe, naw, I ain't worried, ain't worried bout 'em Ain't worried bout 'em, naw Ain't worried, ain't worried, ain't worried

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)

Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir A la noche del camino ir Al del cielo Yo miraba una estrella No puedo vivir Al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir Que al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Del camino Tidadoudi tadoudi tadoudi Lon lei lon lei lon lei Ti loulali talouli dilouli Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací Yo voy caminando A la monta