Montana - Motorola (feat. Markangelo) Lyrics

Motorola
They Calling im Cookin Youla
Take your order, I got it i get it for Ya
Motorola
They Calling im Cookin Youla
Take your order, I got it i get it for Ya

Im the Nigga, My Niggas know im the Nigga
Bigger Nigga, Im Feeding my Lil Niggas
Benihana, I'm cooking in Benihana
Motorola, they calling me cookie youla
Do the Number My Nigga will Pull up on yeah
Do the Number, From summer, to summer, to summer, the Skrilla, the guala, the karma
The Madonna Man Dem
Never donna
Do road do road Jus us Nigga jus now no new niggas wit the woes

Motorola
They Calling im Cookin Youla
Take your order, I got it i get it for Ya
Motorola
They Calling im Cookin Youla
Take your order, I got it i get it for Ya

Whipping this shit and I need the Soda Break it right down and break it to Quarters
Cross the Boarder, The Work Coming in from Florida
See the Fiene Like McDonalds Order
2 Piece I Gave a lot of Soda
Im Heavy with it like tha Big Borders
Killing Nigga's like its Ebola
All a Nigga Need is Payola
Break it down and Make her Bag the Load Up
Get it Back and then I Grip the Lotus
Fiene Behind me, another Fed beside me, Had to Pull up on'em
Cuz im bout my Guala if she really pimpin' then she bout my Guala
If she really pimpin tell that shorty halla

Motorola
They Calling im Cookin Youla
Take your order, I got it i get it for Ya
Motorola
They Calling im Cookin Youla
Take your order, I got it i get it for Ya