J-Real - Real Long lyrics

[Intro: Montana of 300] Real long That n***a Real home I done put my n***a Real on That money real long [Hook: Montana of 300] All these b**hes on my dick they know it's real long Haters hate cause they know that money real long But they don't play cause they know we keep that steel on 30 in that .40 shorty that clip real long Real long R-R-R Real long Haters hate cause they know that money real long Real long R-R-R Real long .30 and that .40 shorty that clip real long [Verse 1: Montana of 300] I got so much swagger I could share some I'm headed for the top like a flare gun b**h montana got that money in a bear hug And I'm just balling with my dog SWISH Airbud Lil mama body nice I hope that head mean She like when I flash that .40 with the red beam I swear these hoes go nuts when my dreads swing I get in they bed and then I bounce them like a bed spring So many on me, n***as think that I'm pimping I make these hoes fall in love [?] And then I slide My dick in Old hoes still wanna lick it Fake n***as wanna kick it I get money and admit it Man I can't lie I'm addicted Boy I'm your connect, Connect And I got a beautiful ticket This money out here, We out here I tell my n***as let's get it If any n***a feel different, I hit his a** with the Smith & Stay strapped like click it or ticket I give you f**boys the business MONTANA [Hook] [Verse 2: J Real] Fresh up out the motherf**ing pin ho Still getting dough selling endo b**h I'm from the south where we kick goals Shout out my homie Tony that's my big bro b**hes on my dick they glad that Real home Playing in my hair because it's real long f** a Trap I'm booming off the cellphone Bullsh** you know that's what Real on .30 up with my .40 them b**hes glide like Jordan I shoot n***as like you n***a Just to show I ain't going My young n***as they rolling Know I can't control them Bad b**h with me going, I'mma catch it when she throw it Selling d** is my occupation I done rob n***as I done caught cases I done went to jail I done got out and got right back to stacking paper Swag a** b**h that money long J Real leave him alone Unless you don't want to live long That .40 cal clip real long [Hook] [Verse 3: Montana of 300] b**hes on my (Uh Huh) b**hes on my dick Got a house around my neck And got a car sitting on my wrist And the way a n***a shining they be asking who I'm signed to Boy I got so much mother f**ing money I could sign you I'm breaded up, My partners too We f**ing paid no prostitutes Your b**h on my Popsicle Getting brain while I'm riding through Red b**h that's gonna s** and f** Steel on me no s**er punch J Real he be double cupped FGE what the f** is up So fly I'm in Heaven fam Stay fly I won't never land I'm so caked up I'm married to the money I got wedding bands He pissed like he wet his pants Think twice, yea you better fam .30 and that .40 and that shorty feel like Megaman Just know if I want you my n***a I'mma come haunt you Come to your spot with that gun out Find you then air you the f** out So n***a stop with that fronting I'll put a end to that fussing Montana been out here bussing Ain't got these teardrops for nothing 3hunna [Hook]