Songtexte Nights in Mexico - To1Swerve

They see shooting stars
When they standing with me
She feel like she shooting
For the stars when she with me
Is you with me?

Last time I left out the jeweller
I blew a light 50
Murder for a box
They playing foul
Yh real filthy
Last time I put on these coolers
I had the steam with me
And if the strip goes dry
I got the cream with me
Known as an outlaw
So they can be seen with me
48 powers our law
First 48
48 hours or more
It's still gon' be a wake
Plotting at your wake
Because they got you out the way
I don't miss takings
Even though we make mistakes
They ah try style you
Like there piling up your plate
One of one Ap
This the only one they made
100 in my lane
And I ain't pressing on no brakes
Imma go hard I ain't got time
To play it fake
There in it for the fame
And I just want the cake
Imma step hard
I ain't got time to
Play it safe
Imma double up
Tell me what that money weigh

Could think of
A hundred ways
I could make a hundred
Blow a hundred
Sowing seeds reaping onions
Sell em at the function
A hundred bruddas on the come up
That's a hundred runners
I could find a hundred
Lost souls that's a hundred drummers
This ain't no gram grind
We do this for a hundred summers
That lil money ain't enough
If you times it by a hundred
We going fifty fifty
But you know we keep it hundred
Seven nights in Mexico
Every night I tipped a hundred

Imma keep them bricks coming
You keep bumming
Imma chase my freedom
You can keep running
You know I'm upping the stakes
I got big things coming
Too much debate and bluffing
I wants no discussion
I get the numbers crunching
Turning nothing to something
I need the bakers dozen
Tell the bakers I'm coming
If I can't get through to my accountant
I just call her cousin
I'm out late and running
Who am I becoming?
To whom the shoe fits
Is to who I'm stunning
For you the shoe fits
And that's why I'm cunning
You who the shoe fits
That why I'm coming
Who you?
I'm a boss don
The pretty girls coming
I could hit her line in Boston
Have my Taylor fly in
Cross roads Dejavu
I think I've seen this junction
Touch wood we ain't going broke
Cause nothing her broken
Tulum beach Mexico
With my mind wide open

Could think of
A hundred ways
I could make a hundred
Blow a hundred
Sowing seeds reaping onions
Sell em at the function
A hundred bruddas on the come up
That's a hundred runners
I could find a hundred
Lost souls that's a hundred drummers
This ain't no gram grind
We do this for a hundred summers
That lil money ain't enough
If you times it by a hundred
We going fifty fifty
But you know we keep it hundred
Seven nights in Mexico
Every night I tipped a hundred

Could think of
A hundred ways
I could make a hundred
Blow a hundred
Sowing seeds reaping onions
Sell em at the function
A hundred bruddas on the come up
That's a hundred runners
I could find a hundred
Lost souls that's a hundred drummers
This ain't no gram grind
We do this for a hundred summers
That lil money ain't enough
If you times it by a hundred
We going fifty fifty
But you know we keep it hundred
Seven nights in Mexico
Every night I tipped a hundred