letra de i can’t (sped up) - montana99
[intro]
huh, brrt, huh, sh-t, huh, brrt, huh, sh-t
huh, brrt, huh, sh-t, huh, brrt, huh, sh-t
huh, brrt, huh, sh-t, huh, brrt, huh, sh-t
huh, brrt, huh, sh-t, huh, brrt, huh, sh-t
huh, sh-t, huh, jay montana, man
huh, sh-t, huh, sh-t, huh, jay montana
huh, sh-t, huh, sh-t, huh, jay montana, man
huh, sh-t, huh, oh my god, it’s jay montana, man
[chorus]
i can’t love no b-tch ’cause i want money, yeah, i run it up
sippin’ too d-mn 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 f-ck
i can’t love no b-tch, 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
[verse]
i can’t love no b-tch, 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 hеar the tick
i was f-ckin’ broke, now i’m rockin’ rick’s
choppa with a beam and it got a stick
n-ggas startеd sellin’ candy, now they movin’ bricks
we was f-ckin’ broke and bummy, lookin’ for a l!ck
caught a n-gga lackin’, now we takin’ all his sh-t
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, b-tch, 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’, b-tch, i’m drippin’
diamonds on me wetter than a lake, my vv’s glisten
[chorus]
i can’t love no b-tch ’cause i want money, yeah, i run it up
i’m sippin’ too d-mn 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 f-ck
i can’t love no b-tch, 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
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