On Me Montana of 300 (Ft. Jayln Sanders)

[Hook]
I thought you knew that I'm the man on me
Got all these bitches want dance on me
None of ‘em can’t wait to get their hands on me
And I’m so hard I got the opps turn into fans on me
Keep the tooly keep some bands on me
I’m never lackin’ I be damned on me
Brand new Glock that bitch won’t jam on me
And I’m so hard I got the opps turn into fans on me

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
From the bottom of the bottom is where I came from
Fought fire with fire nigga I had a flamer
I turn my hell into heaven yup I done came up
Had to kick disloyal subjects up out of my kingdom
Whether they hate me or not they still bring my name up
But I only rock with the ones who ain’t never change up
It’s kind of funny when haters start smellin’ money
Everybody want to hop all aboard like here the train come
Remember whippin’ through the town on me
A couple thou’ forty cal on me
I put food in mouths servin’ pounds on me
And niggas hate I graduated cap and gown on me
A bunch of jewelry bunch of tats on me
That ass was fat she threw it back on me
Her nigga mad cuz I got racks on me
But boy I come like overalls you know the straps on me