Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Look, look [Chorus] And I put it on Citas All I got is certified trombitás Charge a couple, cool K for the features It ain't 'bout the money, then you probably can't reach us Ayy, and I put on Mommas Do it for the soul, for the fam' and the commas Don't act, be chill with the dramas All you gotta do is you and be honest [Verse 1] Eatin' on papaya with my main thang Baby gettin' bread, I'm on the same thing No rocks in it, water plain jane Put my niggas on it, used to gang bang They be tryna play me likе a new guy But I'm buzzin' in the apple likе a fruit fly I be somewhere in Seattle gettin' neck bone And I'm really not the one that you should rest on Uber Eat Jamaican to the B&B All the moves we makin', they ain't seein' me Rooftop ball for the scenery I give a fuck about a mug and what it mean to me I'm that saucy Lil' nigga from the middle map Told her, "Baby, bounce it for me," she gon' dribble that Got some reefer in the paper, got it mummy wrap Got no motherfuckin' minutes for the funny act Hey [Chorus] And I put it on Citas All I got is certified trombitás Charge a couple, cool K for the features It ain't 'bout the money, then you probably can't reach us Ayy, and I put on Mommas Do it for the soul, for the fam' and the commas Don't act, be chill with the dramas All you gotta do is you and be honest [Verse 2] Monastery on 'em from the middle map What you know about it? Baby riddle that Heard a lotta rappin', very little fact You the type of nigga that we giggle at Gold all on my Milor like a chandelier I'm 'bout to disappear and make a Hunnid grand appear I'm 'bout that cash money, stuntin' like my Daddy ho Out in public, let me poke it on the patio Couple shots of Henny, baby, I'm with Henny-thing And if that nigga run up on me, let the semi sing I'm playin' 2K with that D'USSÉ in my double phone This for my clients, baby, hit me on my other phone Pinstripe Magics jersey like I'm Hardaway I used to sweat for my money, found a smarter way I hop out fresher than a bitch, I'm like, what's happenin'? No, you can't hold me, ho, I'm bustin' out the packagin' Ayy [Chorus] And I put it on Citas All I got is certified trombitás Charge a couple, cool K for the features It ain't 'bout the money, then you probably can't reach us Ayy, and I put on Mommas Do it for the soul, for the fam' and the commas Don't act, be chill with the dramas All you gotta do is you and be honest