Real Long

[Intro: Montana of 300] Real long That nigga Real home I done put my nigga Real on That money real long [Hook: Montana of 300] All these bitches on my dick they know it's real long Haters hate cause they know that money real long But they don't play cause they know we keep that steel on 30 in that .40 shorty that clip real long Real long R-R-R Real long Haters hate cause they know that money real long Real long R-R-R Real long .30 and that .40 shorty that clip real long [Verse 1: Montana of 300] I got so much swagger I could share some I'm headed for the top like a flare gun Bitch montana got that money in a bear hug And I'm just balling with my dog SWISH Airbud Lil mama body nice I hope that head mean She like when I flash that .40 with the red beam I swear these hoes go nuts when my dreads swing I get in they bed and then I bounce them like a bed spring So many on me, niggas think that I'm pimping I make these hoes fall in love [?] And then I slide My dick in Old hoes still wanna lick it Fake niggas wanna kick it I get money and admit it Man I can't lie I'm addicted Boy I'm your connect, Connect And I got a beautiful ticket This money out here, We out here I tell my niggas let's get it If any nigga feel different, I hit his ass with the Smith & Stay strapped like click it or ticket I give you fuckboys the business MONTANA [Hook] [Verse 2: J Real] Fresh up out the motherfucking pin ho Still getting dough selling endo Bitch I'm from the south where we kick goals Shout out my homie Tony that's my big bro Bitches on my dick they glad that Real home Playing in my hair because it's real long Fuck a Trap I'm booming off the cellphone Bullshit you know that's what Real on .30 up with my .40 them bitches glide like Jordan I shoot niggas like you nigga Just to show I ain't going My young niggas they rolling Know I can't control them Bad bitch with me going, I'mma catch it when she throw it Selling drugs is my occupation I done rob niggas I done caught cases I done went to jail I done got out and got right back to stacking paper Swag ass bitch that money long J Real leave him alone Unless you don't want to live long That .40 cal clip real long [Hook] [Verse 3: Montana of 300] Bitches on my (Uh Huh) Bitches on my dick Got a house around my neck And got a car sitting on my wrist And the way a nigga shining they be asking who I'm signed to Boy I got so much mother fucking money I could sign you I'm breaded up, My partners too We fucking paid no prostitutes Your bitch on my Popsicle Getting brain while I'm riding through Red bitch that's gonna suck and fuck Steel on me no sucker punch J Real he be double cupped FGE what the fuck is up So fly I'm in Heaven fam Stay fly I won't never land I'm so caked up I'm married to the money I got wedding bands He pissed like he wet his pants Think twice, yea you better fam .30 and that .40 and that shorty feel like Megaman Just know if I want you my nigga I'mma come haunt you Come to your spot with that gun out Find you then air you the fuck out So nigga stop with that fronting I'll put a end to that fussing Montana been out here bussing Ain't got these teardrops for nothing 3hunna [Hook]