I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Ciroc for your tears

Montana
'Cause you control my vices
I just wanna fuck you on your night shift
Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin' on the night shift
All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I'll bet, oh I bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

I got you
Closet lookin' like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin' like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Baddie do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the Gpod
Wraith with the stars
Talkin' me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin' checkers
The Avion breakfast
Diamonds clean dirty wine tho
See the future like I'm Rocco
In that foreign feel like Shyne Po

With some hoes that's foreign
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes fuckin' up my floors
Who that nigga? I'm the definition
Wearin' penny loafers we ain't penny pinchin'
Got the baddest bitches baggin' in the kitchen
Got the Bobby Brown we that New Edition
These rappers ain't Nas
Just look at their commas
I skittle the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
But my shoes small, goin' toe to to
Burn my bridges I'mma call the boat
Willie Bean with the audible
Ball like I'm Earl Manigault
They counted us out
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy's a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I bought her a flight
Trump fucked up her visa
Bitch I'm no regular
Bitch I'm no second
No one, I'm the one that's ahead of ya
If you talkin' mills, bitch I'm affiliate
Ciroc boy, we doin' a milly

'Cause you control my vices
I just wanna fuck you on your night shift
Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin' on the night shift
All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I'll bet, oh I bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

'Cause you control my vices
I just wanna fuck you on your night shift
Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin' on the night shift
All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I'll bet, oh I bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ahmad Balshe, Francisco Javier Soto Vidal, Jeremih Felton, Karim Kharbouch, Theodore Tchamala