Lyrics Billie Eilish - Sonni Montana

Took a nigga bitch yea she got intercepted
I go to the mall and blow a bag because I cannot help it
He gone smoke it all before he get it off he cannot sale it
Buried all my dead friends
Them Ben Franks not Bellie Eilish yeah yeah
Running through this money like a finish line
I can't give the recipe away until I finish mine
Run this money up with me the only way we spending time
Nigga play with me a hollow tip gone be sitting in his mind yeah yea

If we taking money keep it confidential
Cut them niggas off they in the way they just wasn't beneficial
For I risk my life with any these niggas I rather toat a pistol
They don't want to fuck with real niggas
They rather go against them yeah yea
Pockets they on swole like a Bbl
We be on the road more than niggas with their CDL's
I been burning LA Confidential like it's cheap as hell
He ain't got no muscle with his hustle
That nigga weak as hell yeah yeah
Burning on this ninety three
I get high as fuck when I'm off za it ain't no taming me
Inside of the coupe I keep it clean it ain't no framing me
All that shade they throwing why the fuck the niggas aim at me
He gone catch a shot from every glock
From folks who came with me yeah yea yeah yea
Out of town I'm chilling with somebody bitch
We ain't posting pictures out here working on some rider shit
Burning za we sitting up in the suite
We on some vibing shit yeah yeah

Took a nigga bitch yea she got intercepted
I go to the mall and blow a bag because I cannot help it
He gone smoke it all before he get it off he cannot sale it
Buried all my dead friends
Them Ben Franks not Bellie Eilish yeah yeah
Running through this money like a finish line
I can't give the recipe away until I finish mine
Run this money up with me the only way we spending time
Nigga play with me a hollow tip gone be sitting in his mind yeah yea