The Race

Montega Max B, Max B Let's go Uh Simon Swan Tell me what's the temperature these niggas really on? I turn the city up, you turn the bitches off Milli' worth of jewels, thirty thousand on the cloth I ain't never trickin', thirty thousand on the slore Poppin' bottles on the tour, feelin' Stupid, gettin' robbed, then some more I be runnin' up a bag, now it's time to get some more Steppin' out the water like I'm Bruce, Leroy with the glow I can't fuck with Makaveli, he be cheatin' on the low Spend a weekend with your ho, never beatin' on her, no Baby, when you get to creepin', you just keep it on the low We can travel to the ocean, I be leapin' out the boat And when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet I got the steppers that be all over the states (Over the states) Niggas fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hide Got some bitches that'll show up to your place (To your place) You was just poppin' tags, you should throw it in the bag Nigga, put your stomach in your face (Stomach in your face) Damn, you ain't even in the race (Han, Montana) She off that Don Julio, actin' foolio Snipin' at the club, tryna see what's after Taste so good, make her wanna lick the wrapper (Ah) School of hard knocks (Knocks), got it from the soft (Soft) Turn the money up (Up), turn them bitches off (Off) Front cover, centerfold, tryna break us off (Off) She a four-course meal, mami got the sauce (Sauce) Keep your heart 'cause these hoes vicious (Vicious) We don't spoil you bitches to be loyal, we spoil loyal bitches (Woo) Still be reppin' for my dawg, pussy, other side (Side) Only dead presidents make her come alive (Alive) Rico, mami, screamin', "Ay papi" ('Pi) I seen a lot of things, but shawty top three (Three) Coke Wave boys (Boys), gotta dope 'em up (Up, yeah) Tell her keep her face down, get her motion up And when you see us in the streets, don't be thinkin' shit is sweet I got the steppers that be all over the states (Over the states) Niggas fresh up out the time, I don't care where you hide Got some bitches that'll show up to your place (To your place) You was just poppin' tags, you should throw it in the bag Nigga, put your stomach in your face (Stomach in your face) Damn, you ain't even in the race