Yo', Luyo, put that up one time
Luyo (huh)

Yeah, quiere Henny' con la coca (yeah)
Yeah, ella es mala y juiciosa (yeah)
Yeah, mira el humo como flota (huh)
Yeah, me da el humo con la boca (yeah)
Yeah

¿Cómo lo hace? ¿Cómo lo hace? Yo no sé (yeah, yeah)
Tiene un culo que parece que e' 3D (yeah)
Que rebota de la cama a la pared (ey)
Quiere que yo le de con el infrared (skrrt)
Lo tira pa' atrá', Denisse
Le gusta mi trap, magnifico (yeah)
Sé que me quiere amarra', difícil (ey)
A mí me gusta fumar, como Wiz (wuh)

Jack Frost my wrist (ey)
Tú no tiene' grasa (yeah) like this
Soy un rockstar, como Kiss (Kiss)
Yo nací un boss, no cap

Ere' mía y tú lo sabe', bae
Ere' mía y tú lo sabe', bae
Confío en ti, bebé
Confío en ti, bebé (en ti, bebé)

Yeah, quiere Henny' con la coca (yeah)
Yeah, ella es mala y juiciosa (yeah)
Yeah, mira el humo como flota (huh)
Yeah, me da el humo con la boca, yeah

She want the Loui' and coca, upgraded to the 42 (yeah)
She dancin' on the wrist
Watch the drip, shit, ain't waterproof (no)
Bitch, you late with the drunk texts
Better pick up when I'm callin' (pick up, pick up)
Friends can't, trynna run a plate
Had to re-run like an audible, yeah (yeah)
And did you see that I ain't got a roof? (No)
Not my bitch, so why would I lie to you? (Why?)
You've should know that anything possible (Shit)
Fuck with your vibe and then we can go tropical
Hop on the jet, we land on the sand, damn
Fuck and nut, then I take you shopping too
Yeah, Chanel, Dior, depends, damn
But you look good in the Prada too (let's go), yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Can't get ahead of yourself
I really wonder what you say to yourself
You got me thinkin' like: "Maybe I help"
You think about me, you should play with yourself
I'm hittin' spots that you've never could fill
You know the difference, baby, know that is real
The back hit like I just got a deal (ah)
The crazy part, I ain't even got a deal (no, no, no)

And I still turn down offer after offer (still)
If she leave my side
Then she know that she gon' suffer (yeah-yeah-yeah)
She know it ain't nothing
For me to kick her out that roster (no, it ain't nothing)
But mixing all this licor only gon' make it harder

Yeah, she like Henny' with the coke
Yeah, she be throwing to the most
Yeah, she be all up in my door
Yeah, she like: "What up with no tours?"
Yeah

Jack Frost my wrist
Tú no tiene' grasa like this
Soy un rockstar, como Kiss (Kiss, Kiss, Kiss)

And I still turn down offer after offer (still)
If she leave my side
Then she know that she gon' suffer (yeah-yeah-yeah)
She know it ain't nothing
For me to kick her out that roster (no, it ain't nothing)
But mixing all this licor only gon' make it harder

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Writer(s): Douglas Ford, Feezor Cody Wayne, Luis Melendez, Miguel Duran, NIki Paul Garces