Montana Of 300 - Let It Bang (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Aye, whoa, 1738! Zoovier! Yeah baby! [Hook: Fetty Wap] Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang (Bang, bang, baaang, bang) Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it And when it come to money, all we know is get it And we gon' grind hard but we gon' shine together Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang (Bang, bang, baaang, bang) Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] You like hoppin' out on them Lakers, ballin' out on my baby Drop top Mercedes, what you want, my baby? f** around with my baby, I go bang bang for my baby Switch lanes with my baby, sip lean with my baby Countin' up goin' crazy, stackin' up with my baby Hit the mall with my baby, blow it all on my baby You is just a stain to a n***a And she gon' let it bang for a n***a [Hook: Fetty Wap] Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it And when it come to money, all we know is get it And we gon' grind hard but we gon' shine together Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Bang, bang, baaang, bang [Verse 2: Montana of 300] I swear to God I'm gon' keep it one hunnid with you I been that n***a, yeah I use to hit a bunch of b**hes But now I'm grindin' with my baby, f** them other b**hes They just be hatin', wishin' they could be in her position I tell them b**hes fast forward, no rewindin' that Shorty like my .40, I'm the clip, I'm 'bout to slide in that Montana turned that p**y to a pool, and then I dive in that No trap house, I grind in that Jewelry on, I'm shinin' that I'm the one she cater to My baby be hater-proof Strapped up while we skatin' through I promise I won't play with you My pa** her that pistol, then pull up and let my baby shoot Blow your top off, raise the roof You b**hes know my babe the truth [Hook: Fetty Wap] Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it And when it come to money, all we know is get it And we gon' grind hard but we gon' shine together Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang Don't f** 'round with my baby, man I swear she let it Bang, bang, baaang, bang (Bang, bang, baaang, bang)