Mont Blanc

Yeah, I be ridin' presidential, huh Yeah, let's go to the bank, nah Don't give a f*ck what you think, huh Pussy, what's your rank, huh Yeah, got on this Mont blanc Head to toe, I just count, got like one, two, three, four I got on attire, yeah Dressin' all black, like I'm Michael Myers Huh, sit back, yeah, we drinkin' apple cider Yeah, this girl off the alcohol, she a fuckin' tiger Hmm, she smell the Mont blanc Now she singin' my songs I love you, D Banks Yeah, they love D Banks Yeah, she singing my songs I got on cologne Yeah, she can't resist, huh She want me to take her home You know, I don't leave no trace I only want the bitches for the money or the face I don't do no puppy love, yeah I ain't chasin She said she want some D Banks I told her, wait, yeah It's a wonderful day Bad girl, she a supermodel She look like Kim K And she got the face, huh Whoa, yeah, she Latina race Got on this Mont blanc And if you disrespect me I'll put your sorry ass in a song Go get your bone You been following me, but not the bread Watch your tone Yeah, M-O-N-T-B-L-A-N-C I got it on me, huh And she take a knee, yeah I be ridin' presidential Ridin' in the Maybach Four windows tinted up Feel like the president It's just me and my bredren We always stay undercover But we ain't no felons, yeah I wonder where I'm gonna be Bad white ho, she off the Hennessy Like, yeah, she drunk as f*ck, yeah The Don Julio got me hot Now my vision is shot, yeah Got on this Mont blanc, yeah I'm finna take her home