Monta lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
Ooh, yeah
I feel like Monta, b*tch, I feel like Monta
Ooh!

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, yeah, I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
11 bad hoes, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Ooh)
Assist from Rondo, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch I feel like Monta (Monta)
Don't give no f*cks no, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, I just flew into town, fresh off the jetty
And then I Rondo my ho, I know she ready (I know she)
b*tch I'ma sauce on them hoes, might spend some bready
Ayy, and I just cut that ho off like a machete
Ayy, I'm a new three boy, white boy braids
And I hit that sh*t good, tell that pus*y go away
Ayy, she just want to come with me
But that pus*y ain't enough, no way, no way
b*tch, I feel like Monta, I dunk it like rewind it
Behind the back, I pass it, Tyson Chandler with that alley
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, yeah, I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
11 bad hoes, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Ooh)
Assist from Rondo, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch I feel like Monta (Monta)
Don't give no f*cks no, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Uh, whoa, uh
Whoa, damn, I got b*tches from Dallas up to Indiana (Okay)
Used to cross up and post when I pour fours in my Fanta (Okay)
b*tch, I ball like Kyle Korver when I post up in Atlanta (Swish)
I feel like Monta Ellis, I got more hoes than Elvis (Yeah)
Whoa, damn, who the f*ck say the Lil Boat wasn't balling?
I balling like Spalding, you know this sh*t
I won't sign no contract 'til my contract built
Like a n*gga who just went pro and sh*t
I'm first-round pick, you can check my diamonds
They shining, they big as a toe and sh*t
b*tch, we bitin' like gators (Yeah)
I count up my guap on them haters (Yeah)
11 hoes on me, I'm feelin' like Monta Ellis
Had to cut some n*ggas off 'cause they was jealous
b*tch, I'm up by ten
Ain't no coming back, you know that I'm finna win (Yeah)
b*tch, it's Lil Boat for the MVP
All these n*ggas they wannabes (Lil Boat!)
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, yeah, I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
11 bad hoes, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Ooh)
Assist from Rondo, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, b*tch I feel like Monta (Monta)
Don't give no f*cks no, b*tch, I feel like Monta (Monta)