Текст песни I Can't - Montana99

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Huh, shit, huh, Jay Montana, man
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I can't love no bitch 'cause I want money, yeah, I run it up
Sippin' too damn much, I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
Chillin' with the gang up in LA, oh yeah, we stupid up
How you fall in love? Man, she don't want you, you a stupid fuck
I can't love no bitch, man, they be plottin' and they schemin'
Talkin' down on gang, I'm finna pull up with my demons
Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neiman's
Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic

I can't love no bitch, I can't love no thot
Sippin' on the drank, sippin' on the Wock'
Put me on a beat, all I do is walk
Fans blowin' my phone, telling me to drop
V don't got no roof, I done dropped the top
Bro just got a coupe, skrrtin' off the lot
Totin' on Berettas and we got some Glocks
You not talkin' money? I don't wanna talk

Yeah, your Rollie fake, I could hear the tick
I was fuckin' broke, now I'm rockin' Rick's
Choppa with a beam and it got a stick
Niggas started sellin' candy, now they movin' bricks
We was fuckin' broke and bummy, lookin' for a lick
Caught a nigga lackin', now we takin' all his shit
We was just some wild kids, we was just some jits
Momma always told me, "Boy, be careful who you with"

I remember growin' up, I never really listened
Now I'm getting older, and I know that I was trippin'
When I'm in Chicago, bitch, I ball like Scottie Pippen
On a yacht, I'm living the sweet life like London Tipton
In a V, I'm doing like two hunnid, and I'm driftin'
Like in Tesla, I just spilled some Wock' in the kitchen
Ksubi jeans with the Balenci', bitch, I'm drippin'
Diamonds on me wetter than a lake, my VV's glisten

I can't love no bitch 'cause I want money, yeah, I run it up
Sippin' too damn much, I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
Chillin' with the gang up in LA, oh yeah, we stupid up
How you fall in love? Man, she don't want you, you a stupid fuck
I can't love no bitch, man, they be plottin' and they schemin'
Talkin' down on gang, I'm finna pull up with my demons
Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neiman's
Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic