Lyrics
It's that white boy, it's that white boy, it's that white boy
Heads music
This a Caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock
Yeah, this one is for Johnny, yeah
And he used to drive an Audi, he had money like a Saudi, yeah
Yo quiero mucho dinero, yeah, mi padre fue un machetero
Hoodie on like Carmelo, yeah, y mama eres lo que quiero
Now that I hit 'em with Spanish I'ma go back in my bag, yeah
I'ma go get to the money and vanish, never come back, yeah
If I had a million dollars I would probably spend it on Channel
And I would give my girl a Birkin bag, and she used to wear them Birkenstocks
I'm a ball player how I work the clock, yeah, yeah
Fuck generation well, don't want Arabian well
I got a couple lawyers on retainer they can't never take me to jail
I got a black card and a black suburban thats a black car
Walk in to Saks Fifth and I buy all the Gucci duffels, yeah
I need Migos for the ad-libs, Goyard bags, I'll buy a couple
I don't do no talking, I ain't into gossip
In a black Suburban like I'm in the congress
Puerto Rican and a Haitian rapper
Yeah, you might've thought we was in the tropics
If you got a problem, we can get it poppin'
Heard Wyclef is going back to school so I decided to apply to college, yeah
Yeah, yeah
This a Caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock
Sweet dreams are made of these
She told me just believe
But why do we die like trees
Only the make-believe
Sweet dreams are made of these
She told me just believe
But why do we die like trees
Only the make-believe
Switch up! Numb before you drippy-drippy, litty-litty
I was smoking Kermit watching Mrs. Piggy
Seen the boomerang rang before Eddie Murphy
Seen the stranger things and the wall pulling on me
Pass the gasolina, the devils seed
Jesus got the Wilma, just smoking haze
Jimmy Hendrix blamed it on that purple haze
Thugs crying in the elevator, purple rain
Wait a minute, came to play
House party, bring the molly
I got ziggy, sticky-icky
Is he richy, shut up white boy, kill the pussy
I still pack a man like I'm AC-DC
This a caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock