Montecristo (feat. cor leonis)

In a red Lambo Bring the rose like it's tango  Counting up checks  She wanna play me like a banjo Santo Domingo flexing  Bitch wanna confess call me reverend (Woo) My necklace so cold, diamonds too froze All of this ice and still got my soul (Fire) F*ck all this drama I hop on a jet  My brothers with me and we crashing the met Crocs on my feet and the H&M belt Peng ting wanna @ me she loving my set  Move out the way (Yeah yeah) She begs me to stay (Yeah) Racks in the safe (Yeah yeah) Homie behave Got the bags yeah, now I'm moving south  In Havana, mixing cola with some rum  Ocean drive in a Chevy '59 Monte Cristo flexing 'cause my pockets full of time  Bitch I'm moving fast, no looking back, don't know where I'm going  Rari in sport, ride like a ghost, money keeps flowing All of this ice on me is dripping, and my girl foreign She got that ass, imma finesse, diamonds keep pouring Got the bags yeah, now I'm moving south  In Havana, mixing cola with some rum  Ocean drive in a Chevy '59 Monte Cristo flexing 'cause my pockets full of time  Racks Blinded Shaking Racks Blinded Shaking asses Racks Blinded Shaking Racks Blinded Shaking asses Staring at me she can't fix it Pass the Bacardi I pour it and mix it  Hop on my yacht don't miss it  Dominican babe she wants me to visit Told her I've been there I'm on to the next place (next place) Baby I'm careless (careless) Montecristo cigars, sipping on rum La fiesta is endless Hop out the coupe (Woo woo) Jump in the pool (Jump in) Taking the top off (Yeah yeah) That is the rule The DJ is mixing batiien beats A looser don't know 'em I send him to school A bitch wanna selfie I'm making her day They comment her head is as big my jewel Racks for the glasses Blinded by these shaking asses Move my stash to Switzerland Dodging maggots like it's taxes Racks for the glasses Blinded by these shaking asses I'm on top in different classes Dodging maggots like I'm dodging taxes Moving masses, chances  Rose from the ashes, filling the glasses Been in the low, now I chill where the top is Sitting on stashes, driving on 'Raris Flying from Paris, Havana and careless Occasionally reckless, that's how I got here  Always in high gear, ahead by a light year Taking a gap year, I might disappear Got the bags yeah, now I'm moving south  In Havana, mixing cola with some rum  Ocean drive in a Chevy '59 Monte Cristo flexing 'cause my pockets full of time