Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Thirty times, thirty ounce, I won't peek at you
Moving slow, my cocaine from Peru
Yellow-black bracelet look like Pikachu
Stone-cold my Stone Island, posted on the roof, ayy
Cocaína in the nose, spend a fortune
Shawty bad, shawty bad, yeah, she gorgeous
Red bottom sky, red bottoms but they orange
She want the Leandoer, other boys be boring
Tell her when she want me in the morning
Keep a chainsaw and a stack in my storage
(Ayy, hang with me I make you fortunes, go)
My style ain't got no father like an orphan
Get it...