(I gotta go now)

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Make it, make it, make it go
I could never stop it, no
What you think I'm ballin' for?
(What you think I'm ballin' for?)
What you think I'm ballin' for?
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Bitch, I got to go
Adiós

(I gotta go now)
I'll see you later
I'll see you later
Adi-adiós
(I gotta go now)
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh

I see, I see red lights, they was flashin'
Thought it was po-po
We be on that turbo
We wildin', please no photo
I bought my cheese, no nacho
Don't make me call my vatos
Ayy, ayy, no, no
Don't make me call them cholos
'Cause we don't got no senses
This lifestyle too expensive
With Gucci, Louis, Prada
Bitch, you can't tell me nada-da

I'll make it, make it, make it go
I could never stop it, no
What you think I'm ballin' for?
(What you think I'm ballin' for?)
What you think I'm ballin' for?
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Bitch, I got to go
Adiós

(I gotta go now)
I'll see you later
I'll see you later
Adi-adiós
(I gotta go now)
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later

Check what I'm gonna do
Make it rain all on you
Drop it back like uh-huh
I bring that rain like monsoon
We lit but so cold
She in love with coco
Work it, baby, go-go
Twerk it in slow-mo
I get that dinero
Don't make me call my perros
Ayy, ayy, míralo
No, you don't want no pedo
I'm loco elemente
Come party with mi gente
We LA represente
We go hard like cemented, yo

I'll make it, make it, make it go
I could never stop it, no
What you think I'm ballin' for?
(What you think I'm ballin' for?)
What you think I'm ballin' for?
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Bitch, I got to go, adiós

(I gotta go now)
I'll see you later
I'll see you later
Adi-adiós
(I gotta go now)
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later

They call me Taboo
Go on and on like Badu
No drive-by, just drive through
I'm rolling down the avenue
With that boomin'-boomin' system
Pump it louder so they listen
That's my tradition
So don't sweat that technician
I cash my chips in
I'm packin' ammunition
Ayy, ayy, wait a minute
You don't want no friction
You just need to cálmate
Move out the way, bitch, ándale
I'm out this bitch, I'm outta here
Adi-adi-adi-adiós

I'll make it, make it, make it go
I could never stop it, no
What you think I'm ballin' for?
(What you think I'm ballin' for?)
What you think I'm ballin' for?
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Bitch, I got to go, adiós

(I gotta go now)
I'll see you later
I'll see you later
Adi-adiós
(I gotta go now)
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Alexander Ridha, Allan Pineda, Jaime Gomez, Jason Andrews, Jean Kouame, Tatiana Randel, Terence Coles, William Adams