Текст песни Splash Brothers - lil wayne , Rick Ross , French Montana

(M-M-M-M)
Haan?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and The Coke Wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Young Montana and Lil Weezyana
Fat pockets got my pants lookin' like MC Hammer's
I piss a n- off until he got an empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I can sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I'm on that coke wave
Stay in your own lane
N-, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got OGs listenin' to me like the O'Jays

Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Talking all Coca-Cola no Pepsi
All gold Rollie-pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that's a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad b- make it hard to find a good b-
Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah
Hot boy, yeah, Spice Girl, yeah
Young Mula

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and The Coke Wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)

On double MG, I'll f- a rapper's wife (huh)
Blow a Birkin on her and I won't even touch her twice (haan?)
Your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays
When Hov took a break, I had the city for a decade (argh)
Culture top three, we done started up the wave (wave)
You only get your flowers when I put 'em on your grave (put 'em on your grave)
N- stay schemin', but they ain't ready to pop that (pop that)
Coke Boys move keys, where the locks at? (Coke Boy, baby)

Diamond singles, platinum albums, and a drop coupe (skrrt)
Might take my Hollywood b- and start a pop group (woo)
N- crack fiends for the rap memes
Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam' (bah)
I follow OGs, not the IG
Me and Splash Brothers like the Isleys
I couldn't rhyme fast, made the pie stretch (haan?)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi on her (bah-bah-bah)

You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby)
Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know you, clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on? My b- got a bigger truck (skrrt)
Paul Pierce on live, I don't give a f- (Montana)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and The Coke Wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia, Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Montana)

Huh, biggest (M-M-M-M)
Never ask, I only came to do the devil's task
Feelin' fast, so I just gotta get a pedal gas
Never crash, I'm spendin' money like I never had
Several bags I give to b- that'll never last (uh)
Say my name, n- lookin' for you with treasure maps (woo)
Can't pedal back, and I'm surprised your label ain't collapsed (hahaha)
Wavin' flags, but you the one we all still aimin' at (huh)
40 bottles and left you p- with the table tab (brrt)

Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes
And I done smoked a lot of n- and a lot of mine (woo)
Celebratin' after scores and that's a lot of fines
Or I could turn you n- up and that's the bottom line (Maybach Music)

Young Montana and The Coke Wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
So we gonna rise to the top