Montana Of 300 - So Caked Up lyrics

[Hook 2x:] Pockets on swole, I’m so caked up That paper don’t fold no b**h I’m so caked up Married to money and we won’t wake up b**h this 300 and I’m so caked up I’m that same n***a, I’m just cakey now I do my thing n***a I done caught yo lady eye I make them b**hes wonder like a lazy eye These hoes take me down they wanna have my baby now Hey it’s Montana b**h, uh-huh that crazy guy Cuckoo bird swagga on you naggas I am crazy fly I’m all about my money so don’t play wit mine Kidnap yo kids you won’t get to tell yo baby bye Stacks of money in my hand, picture this like Instagram I smack them b**hes together like erasers then hit my dance Swing my dreads like it’s my jam, only Ben Frank fit my pants It’s FGE b**h this the fam, my chain oh god, my wrist god damn Let there be light, I lift my hand it’s DON we twist our hands I shine so bright, you wish I tanned b**h I stay fly, you wish I land I get money wit my mans, you n***as broke my b**h got bands Got yo b**h cheering in the stands, I balls out like I split my pants (300!) [Hook] I’m ballin’ b**h, I’m a pro at this sh** Peep the snow on my wrist, shout out to the dough that I get These hoes so on my dick, haters know I’m the sh** Four-Zero on my hip (Bang) so you know how it get Aww this yo main b**h? I stuck my pipe in her She blew on a n***a like some dice n***a n***as wit money this that sh** you don’t like n***a We throwin’ cake around this b**h food fight n***a Hate me cuz I’m cakey I stay turnt up on the daily Swagga drippin’ on the ladies dirty dancing Patrick Swayze Got a house sittin’ on my pinky stretchin’ money like a slinky I got b**hes countin’ money like Stoney, Cleo, and Frankie You want a feature better pay me flow so sick my sh** got rabies I am all about cash money like my name was Slim and Baby b**h 300 be gettin’ money like they say they be Ask dem b**hes bet they say he be all about C-A-K-E [Hook]