BizzY Montana (American) - Rack City (remix) Lyrics

Young Montana, Young twat bussa, Shorty gone break it down, I dog her like a rottweiler
Waist dumb skinny but her ass hella fat, she spun around dropped it low and brung that shit
Right back. Pop a bottle break it down roll it up get right, black ice, black gold still shinen
Bright. Words gettin' slurred, vision type blurred, ya boy nodding like he took to many perks
Load up the the clip hit em where it hurts, let em rip and have them bullets flying like thunderbirds
And leave his body on da curb, welcome to burnside bitch. Burnside, Burnside Money, Bitch, Burnside
Burnside Money, bitch, burnside, burnside money bitch
Verse 2: [BizzY Montana]
I'm like, Yo Shorty, let a nigga bone, who else 17 sitting on the fucking throne, with bottles of grey goose
Absolut & patron. I might be underage but you know im still grown, grown, yea shorty you know what I mean
Quit fronting, I know you seen my face in them magazines. lil nigga just doing big things, big things
Always ona mission for that motherfuckin' green
Get Money, Get, Get Money, Bitch, Get Money, Get, Get Money, Bitch, Get Money, Get, Get Money, Bitch
Get money bitch like it ain't funnY Nigga!
Hold on I see some haters, we brought the heat so you know we'll blaze ya, dont get stupid, I will use
It, have your ass on the 10 o'clock Newsclip
We in the club like. . . we in the club like
Burnside, Burnside Money, Bitch, Burnside
Burnside Money, bitch, burnside, burnside money bitch