Lyrics Rigamarole - B0r0s

Yes I'll holla for a dollar
Cause I need a new Impala
Word up to my momma
Ima drip her out in Prada
Talking like a baller?
Where's your girl? You left with nada
Eat the coochie every mañana
Got it creamy like tostada
Questioning my motives I don't care bout what you say
Hit up Cristian for our rates
If you ain't got no bread to pay
Then get the fuck up out my way
Do you see this pretty face?
It's worth M's, call me your Grace
Remove your shoes in my estate

I ain't just fucked with her
I fucked with her friends
They ain't just fuck w me
They fucked w my fri-
Got hard jewlеry pendants on me
This shit ain't pretеnd
She thought she the one for me
But now I fuck 10s
She coming around again
But now I got-
Should of listened to the kid
Made a plan to get rich now
My momma shopping for a crib never hear the word evict now
I don't even chase the hits they come for me like my bitch wow
All they saw was a spick I think it's funny how they switched now
Like why is you switching up crazy?
Fuck you and fuck it, I won't let it phase me
Lately I won't even listen if you are not talkin' bout how much you'll pay me
I don't have no heroes I don't talk to god if it gets in the way of my ego
I lie and I cheat, sometimes I steal
You see that this heat is Latino

Word up to my momma I'ma drip her out in Prada
Word up to my momma I'ma drip her out in Prada

I touched the infinite and it smiled back at me
With a hundred eyes like it's televised
When it tells me "Everything's okay"
He's over it, bring the ophanims
And watch them spin their eyes on him
It's another day, it's worth the wait
And we're all okay
Read the smile on my face

Word up to my momma I'm-
Word up to my momma I'ma drip her out in Prada