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Allow Lyrics by NASTY C

Montana!
You know what it is when you hear that "Haaaan"

My stan is a hella stoner
My safe is a treasure trove
My wagon full of yellow bones
I'm about to go Hefner on em,
If she take a shot then we gon' miss em Hol' up
Calling shots like I'm miss em, don't I?
Snake niggas talk a lotta shit
And I said I know when I hear a hissing cobra
I know I don't wanna see a rat
I go on 'em when I see the racks
Fuck up the commas like I can't read for jack
Then send it home and tell em Christmas is back
It's a new C on the map
Calling me out to me is a prank
Calling me out to me is a trap
Calling me out, I'ma call you back

Young nigga put in the grind
I shine, I shine
I take your girl from the crowd
She down she down
They tryna come to the house (to the crib-o)
Allow, allow
She take the D then she bounce
She bounce, She bounce

I was cooking up till dawn
Now the diamonds dancing tryna charm me
These bitches used to never want me
Now they pop they ankles how they falling (Montana!)
I was on the block till the morning
Sipping that Ciroc till the morning
I need to hop in that foreign
Chain iced to the arm
I'm talking John Wall, still run with a warrant
Talking Paul Walker, ballin' like Paul George
I'm talking George Foreman
Yeah that's the grill talk
That "jewellery add up to a mill" talk
Put it on and tell me how it feel talk Yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm young and I'm wilding
Yeah, my plug is my pilot
He said "Where is we flying?"
I said "Fuck it I haven't decided"
I get high and I hop in the drop
Dropping the top, getting the wop
Sin city, Magic city
Hoes getting the money

Young nigga put in the grind
I shine, I shine
I take your girl from the crowd
She down she down
They tryna come to the house (to the crib-o)
Allow, allow
She take the D then she bounce
She bounce
Young nigga put in the grind
I shine, I shine
I take your girl from the crowd
She down she down
They tryna come to the house (to the crib-o)
Allow, allow
She take the D then she bounce
She bounce

I made the money
I made a difference
I made 'em talk
I made 'em listen
I made 'em wish they switched sides
Made these motherfuckers hate the bands
Made 'em call me lucky like I didn't force myself to stay at work
When rappers smoke and drink, yeah

Young nigga put in the grind
I shine, I shine
I take your girl from the crowd
She down she down
They tryna come to the house (to the crib-o)
Allow, allow
She take the D then she bounce
She bounce, She bounce