"Migo Montana" as written by and Quavious Marshall Karim Kharbouch....
We made a mill off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a 'hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill off a trap phone
(We got London on da Track!) I heard shawty got that ooh

Yeah, ayy
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over
That's my hoe, my niggas on lean
That's my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That's my hoe, my ice filled with P's
That's my hoe, that's my coupe, European
No, I don't want you to leave
California life, I got what you need
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over

We made a mill off a trap phone
We made a mill off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)

Hop off yacht, got Wraith on cruise
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that LaLa
Blue dot 'till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won't lose (we won't)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we flaunt six white by the Bentley
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won't leave me alone

We made a mill off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)

That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over
That's my hoe, my niggas on lean
That's my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That's my hoe, my ice filled with P's
That's my hoe, that's my coupe, European
No, I don't want you to leave
California life, I got what you need
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over

Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin' out the mansion (trap)
I'm higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I'm walking with the cannon (graah)
I got the co-defendant (white)
I'm balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj's (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they 'gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk
In the car, she 'gone ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill in a cell
I taught her how to make that money, she killed it

We made a mill off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)
I told her how to get money (money)

We made a mill off a trap phone


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"Migo Montana" as written by Quavious Marshall Karim Kharbouch

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