Letras
Right
Never going broke, falling off feel impossible
Used to dream about this on the porch rolling óptimos
Tell em adios we about to do the most
Rappers food to me, pollo, arroz y plátanos
It's no love that the streets finna give you bro
Good drugs yeah the fiends cop a lot of those, I don't trick much, only tens twenties for the hoes
So fresh like I'm straight off a boat
Awe man if I could I'd give the visas to the immigrants
Free all my niggas that was serving or they innocent
Not a playa I just crush a lot, give em dick
Give her back if he want cuz I'm generous
I was Out East working OT started with a G had to get it ASA
What I'm on next, shit, I guess we gone see
Do what you want, baby you can stay or leave, Ima hit the money dance where the mariachi band at?
So high you can catch a contact
Bring the horns in
I'm scorching
I feel important, I been dodging sand traps
That boy capping, he a cat with a hat
I flip a check around in no time flat
I gotta eat but a nigga still fast
I work hard
Gotta get the bag, big dog, bad bitch
That's a perfect match, put a price on my soul
I ain't paying that
And then I pick it right back where I left off
Don't get lost in the red sauce
Got em thinking that they fly, but it's more like
Mayday, mayday, they jumping off the plane
¡Oye!
¡Dale!