J Mont, Robin Tabacca - Ventilate Lyrics

Yeah
I got the chopper, now my trigger finger itchin', won't be stoppin' now
I got the water bottle but it's filled with vodka now
Got me seein' double, swervin' through the lanes, burnin' rubber
Smokin' on this gas, gotta ventilate the hummer
Tunnel vision when fishin' for bitches, I'm picky, she woozy off goose
I'm drowsy, still ready to move grip lose
When I'm holdin' on her waist, asked her phantom or the wrath
Flow like butter, asked me can I get a taste?
I'm gettin' all the hoes now, feelin' like a pro now
Ice all up on me lookin' froze now
They ask me how I do it, I'm just blessed
They think I'm here for short nigga, no I ain't a guest
Tryna come against me, nigga I'm aimin' at your chest
And now ya momma cryin' 'cause she layin' you to rest
I switched my flow up, I got my dough up, these girls want more of my money
I don't know what to do, got these bitches feelin' loose
As we dancin' in the party, they be mixin' jungle juice
Any more of this lifestyle, I'm ready for the noose
Speed racin' out the drive way, 95 on the highway, flyin' private outta Taipae
Livin' life, I do it my way, neck ice cubes like it's Friday
From my last check, I'm on my next jet, way above the bar I set
Don't understate or underestimated it, you can't replicate it

Yeah
I got the chopper, now my trigger finger itchin', won't be stoppin' now
I got the water bottle but it's filled with vodka now
Got me seein' double, swervin' through the lanes, burnin' rubber
Smokin' on this gas, gotta ventilate the hummer
Tunnel vision when fishin' for bitches, I'm picky, she woozy off goose
I'm drowsy, still ready to move grip lose
When I'm holdin' on her waist, asked her phantom or the wrath
Flow like butter, asked me can I get a taste?
I'm gettin' all the hoes now, feelin' like a pro now
Ice all up on me lookin' froze now
They ask me how I do it, I'm just blessed
They think I'm here for short nigga, no I ain't a guest
Tryna come against me, nigga I'm aimin' at your chest
And now ya momma cryin' 'cause she layin' you to rest
I switched my flow up, I got my dough up, these girls want more of my money
I don't know what to do, got these bitches feelin' loose
As we dancin' in the party, they be mixin' jungle juice
Any more of this lifestyle, I'm ready for the noose
Speed racin' out the drive way, 95 on the highway, flyin' private outta Taipae
Livin' life, I do it my way, neck ice cubes like it's Friday
From my last check, I'm on my next jet, way above the bar I set
Don't understate or underestimated it, you can't replicate it