Counting Pesos

Hey

I count pesos, fake hoes

Doin' things weird

Runnin' from my ex-girlfriend

All the wrong places, don't make sense

I can't escape it

Once we hit the Basquiat show, I'm tryna go

Tryna jump above the hell that I'm in, I'm psycho (Psycho)

Torn apart, shipwrecked, sail right to John Paul

I need sex, she said, say she'll buy it all

Fake my death, can't tell if life is all mine

I'm countin' pesos, fake hoes

Doin' things weird

Runnin' from my ex-girlfriend

All the wrong places, don't make sense

I can't escape it

Woo, ah, woo

Woo, ah, ah

Yeah, woo

Hey, hey, like, like

I count pesos, fake hoes

Doin' things weird

Runnin' from my ex-girlfriend

All the wrong places, don't make sense

I can't escape it

Woo, ah

What? What? What? What? Hey

I count pesos, fake hoes

Doin' things weird

Runnin' from my ex-girlfriend

All the wrong places, don't make sense

I can't escape it

Hey, what?

What? Yeah

What? What? What? What? Yeah, what?

I count pesos, fake hoes

Doin' things weird

Runnin' from my ex-girlfriend

All the wrong places, don't make sense

I can't escape it

Yeah, yeah

Yeah