More dark

I got more money on my mind, fake niggas, fake bitches on my side I have to deal with all, but ahora voy fine, hasta que un hijo p*ta want to cross the line More money, more b*tches hey, you know what we doing now, we get rich hey Fake ass nigga want to trick me anyway But I have my gun, that's escixhas el bomb Running like a bitch, screaming like a ho* Late night, I got niggas going in a van Late night, you no going home si te ven Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah