Monty - 6 AM lyrics

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Monty - 6 AM lyrics

[Hook: Monty] It's 6 AM and I'm just gettin' in (Damn) I'm with this b**h, she t**ng, doing tricks (Damn) I hit the mall and don't care what I spend (Damn) It's Zoo Gang till the f**in' end [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Zoo Gang coming through, we from the zoo, we moving faster Hella [?] smoke, my shooters close and they will blast ya Hit my phone got what you want just bring the cash Slide through, two different cars, it's the inspector Once that thing coming, we back on schedule Did you really think I only have a hit? That's like saying you a trap god and only sold a brick Zoovy Zoo from 22nd, Harlem with his sh** Can't wait to flip these checks might free my n***a Rick My boys was in the car, crash it, walk right from the sh** Don't know how many nightmares I had bought this year I said f** all the material, I bought two hundred whips That's why I'm stacking all this bread, I'm tryna be f**ing rich ‘Cause this sh** don't last forever, I'm gotta stack this cheddar Monty Zoo, we living better, brother, what I tell ya? We was down, we trapping hard and we came up to get it We was down in the rain, woke up and changed the weather Monty Zoo and Zoovy Zoo, no one could do it better Said we was down in the rain, woke up and changed the weather Monty Zoo and Zoovy Zoo, no one could do it better [Hook: Monty] It's 6 AM and I'm just gettin' in (Damn) I'm with this b**h, she t**ng, doing tricks (Damn) I hit the mall and don't care what I spend (Damn) It's Zoo Gang till the f**in' end [Bridge: Monty] Now we the boss, too many cars, who would've thought? We was the ones, Louis Vuitton, Dom Pérignon Fill up the cup, they show me love, they know what's up Hoes wanna cuff, don't get f**ed, [?] [Verse 2: Monty] Everybody want the money, they just want the hunnids n***as want the fame but don't want what it come with Screaming, "Seventeen," you know who I run with I got these Robins on, I just hope the gun fit Whiling with the zoo and we just left the airport If you ain't tryna twerk, baby why you here for? Don't you hit my line, I hit decline, she still call And my n***a Zoovy, he up on the billboards Talking 'bout that money, man that's what we get Remy and Patron, yeah that's what we mix Where I'm from, n***as wait for you to slip Couldn't do it without Zoovy and my n***a Gritt