BizzY Montana (American) - Rack City (remix) lyrics

Verse 1: [BizzY Montana] Young Montana, Young twat bussa, Shorty gone break it down, I dog her like a rottweiler Waist dumb skinny but her a** hella fat, she spun around dropped it low and brung that sh** Right back. Pop a bottle break it down roll it up get right, black ice, black gold still shinen Bright. Words gettin' slurred, vision type blurred, ya boy nodding like he took to many perks Load up the the clip hit em where it hurts, let em rip and have them bullets flying like thunderbirds And leave his body on da curb, welcome to burnside b**h. Burnside, Burnside Money, b**h, Burnside Burnside Money, b**h, burnside, burnside money b**h Verse 2: [BizzY Montana] I'm like, Yo Shorty, let a n***a bone, who else 17 sitting on the f**ing throne, with bottles of grey goose Absolut & patron. I might be underage but you know im still grown, grown, yea shorty you know what I mean Quit fronting, I know you seen my face in them magazines. lil n***a just doing big things, big things Always ona mission for that motherf**in' green Get Money, Get, Get Money, b**h, Get Money, Get, Get Money, b**h, Get Money, Get, Get Money, b**h Get money b**h like it ain't funnY n***a! Hold on I see some haters, we brought the heat so you know we'll blaze ya, dont get stupid, I will use It, have your a** on the 10 o'clock Newsclip We in the club like. . . we in the club like Burnside, Burnside Money, b**h, Burnside Burnside Money, b**h, burnside, burnside money b**h