MF’s Mad Pt. 2 lyrics

[Hook: Montana of 300]
b*tch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that muf*ckin' cash
That's why these muf*ckas mad (Uh-huh)
b*tch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that muf*ckin' cash
That's why these muf*ckas mad (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
I be fly till I die like
I just jumped out a plane, yeah
I just go and get the cash while
You wonder why it hasn't came yet
Though I fly naked in my chain (No homo)
And Ralph Lauren everything (Polo)
Still chasin' bills by the hunnid
You know some sh*t doesn't change, yeah
Fell in before, still with em’ (Click-clack)
Kano, I hit 'em
Won't be no time to forgive 'em (Pop pop)
They mad and they show all the symptoms
Pray he don't tip 'em or I'll have to fill a prescription (Pop pop)
Your b*tch tryna get her skirt lifted (Yeah)
You prolly wonder why she trippin' (You is)
'Cause she follow me like an attendant
While I drip sauce like a chef in the kitchen (Drip drip)
Motherf*ckers mad, it's so f*ckin' sad
It's so f*ckin' funny but don't make me laugh
It's still on my lap, you still will get blast
I finger the .12, I still hit the gas
I'm stealin' the stash, I'm still on my way
Clockin' that money like I work a cab
But b*tch I'm an Uber, don't get in the way of a shooter
'Cause your first time will be your last
Pow pow!
[Hook: Montana of 300]
b*tch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that muf*ckin' cash
That's why these muf*ckas mad (Uh-huh)
b*tch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that muf*ckin' cash
That's why these muf*ckas mad (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Strapped up in the whip with my goons
Don't get your pic on the news
Just spent your rent on my shoes
Look like I went to the moon
I got Polo on my draws
Run up, this pole will go off
These b*tches know I'm a boss
They know I'm drippin' with sauce
I get dough on the regular
Like hot pockets, I'm breaded up
Dreads swingin' like the Predator
Two steps ahead of ya
My b*tch bad as Angelica
b*tch, I've been poppin', no 7-Up
Your b*tch, she frantic
She went down, I called her Titanic
Blew on me like Captain Planet
f*ck n*gga, don't panic
That toolie on me, no mechanic
Klay Thompson with heat, no ceramic
If it ain't no Polo, then I'm rockin' my logo
Pockets swoler than Bolo
I walk in my closet
See more kicks than a dojo
Ya hoe all on my mojo
Talk sh*t, that's a no no
Hit ya corner in slow-mo
Then roll up like a yoyo
Shots flickin', no photo
But once I done nailed 'em like Flo Jo
I bet you they won't play no more though
Then back to that dough dough
[Hook: Montana of 300]
b*tch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that muf*ckin' cash
That's why these muf*ckas mad (Uh-huh)
b*tch, I'm still loaded with swag
Still see Polo when I sag (Uh-huh)
I still got dough in the stash
Still keep that pole on my lap (Uh-huh)
Your hoe don't know how to act
You better hope I don't smash (Uh-uh)
Still gettin' that muf*ckin' cash
That's why these muf*ckas mad (Uh-huh)