Goin’ Platinum / Mont Saint 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Double RR
I was taking more tussin, I'm finna crash (More tuss, Brrr)
You go 'gainst the gram, we gon' whack ya (Whack ya)
b*tch, you f*cking me good, you gon' get a patek (Patek)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She sucking me good, she goin' Platinum (Bee, Goin' Platinum)

[Verse]
I hang around drug dealers, I hang around real killers (Real Killers)
Baby if you don't go both ways, then I can't f*ck with ya' (Can't f*ck with ya')
Just tell yo' hoe ass boyfriend, he don't wanna go up with me (Go up with me)
Tell that n*gga that ratted on me, he know that it's up wit' me (Up wit' me)
Had the mask up, n*ggas come pop yo' ass fast as I pop they bum (Yeah, Ha)
Since yo scary ass wanna talk crazy through that phone, you gettin' face-timed (Face, Face)
Tell the stupid b*tch get up on her knees, we ain't got time to waste time (Nuh Uh, Nuh Uh)
We gon' stretch his ass, we gon' flip his ass, we ain't even gotta face time (Uh Huh, Nuh Uh)
I'm sippin' on drank in the studio, Roxy got me up, f*ckin' on groupie hoes (Yeah)
Had to cut a b*tch off 'cause she do the most, and my bank account got a lil' 0 (Yeah)
I don't f*ck when I hang around people (Yeh, Yeh, Yeh!)
All of my diamond's, you see through the tint, she suckin' me good it's gettin' close to her rent (Woah, Woah)
She f*cked up, I got this lil' b*tch off a 10 (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, I f*cked around, got this b*tch hooked off Roxy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it almost f*cked me, my n*gga been want rob me
I was the reason he got with his boo
I was the reason you still got ya tool
I was the reason you ain't on the news
Rich as the f*ck, and I'm f*ckin' the score