RIGAMAROLE

Yes I'll holla for a dollar Cause I need a new Impala Word up to my momma Ima drip her out in Prada Talking like a baller? Where's your girl? You left with nada Eat the coochie every mañana Got it creamy like tostada Questioning my motives I don't care bout what you say Hit up Cristian for our rates If you ain't got no bread to pay Then get the f*ck up out my way Do you see this pretty face? It's worth M's, call me your Grace Remove your shoes in my estate I ain't just fucked with her I fucked with her friends They ain't just f*ck w me They fucked w my fri- Got hard jewlеry pendants on me This shit ain't pretеnd She thought she the one for me But now I f*ck 10s She coming around again But now I got- Should of listened to the kid Made a plan to get rich now My momma shopping for a crib never hear the word evict now I don't even chase the hits they come for me like my bitch wow All they saw was a spick I think it's funny how they switched now Like why is you switching up crazy? F*ck you and f*ck it, I won't let it phase me Lately I won't even listen if you are not talkin' bout how much you'll pay me I don't have no heroes I don't talk to god if it gets in the way of my ego I lie and I cheat, sometimes I steal You see that this heat is Latino Word up to my momma I'ma drip her out in Prada Word up to my momma I'ma drip her out in Prada I touched the infinite and it smiled back at me With a hundred eyes like it's televised When it tells me "Everything's okay" He's over it, bring the ophanims And watch them spin their eyes on him It's another day, it's worth the wait And we're all okay Read the smile on my face Word up to my momma I'm- Word up to my momma I'ma drip her out in Prada