Day Dreamin

Day dreaming out the loft

Coke prices in my head

Niggas scheming on the mob, shoot 'em dead

Niggas coming for me, niggas got nothing on me

All my niggas go hard

Coke boys go hard

Montana, nigga, go hard

Go hard, go hard

Bentley coupe, I ride up front

Vision like a hawk and niggas talking, we ain't gotta front

Gotta stunt

Do it for my doggy bitches on me, let 'em gobble then

Put 'em on the mic, in couple hours, she's a album then

Follow me, money tall, all my niggas ride with me

Knock up on 'em, any minute, nigga

Keep ya eye on me, fly on me

Couple pills and liquor got me thinking I could stop a plane

I'm a dog, balls on her head like a soccer game

Dog it on the kitchen floor

She cooked the word, pigeon-toe

Used to do it free, now I'm six a show

Bitches know, no I never cuff 'em, bitch front

****ing no, I got plenty more

Welcome to the Frenchy show, Montana

Money, drugs, bitches be a part of life

It's sort of like all the real niggas had the same thought of life

Harlem nights, flat screen, call ya wife

No, I never spoil 'em, never dog 'em on a sober night

Getting me in the mood when that dope is right

All my niggas do it for the love and they fall in love overnight

Montana, cold as ice

I could match you, call the price

Ask about the game, they'll tell you I brung it back like a quarter of white

Casino lights, two chains, Beemer lights

Coupe, no top, all-red like mosquito bites

But I'm a four-door, never coupe, niggas

Sip syrup like a Houston nigga

I be the future, nigga