How I Do It

I got a bunch money in the bank

But I got me some bills, so I fucked up the re-up

I am Mexican bitch, so when I ball at the Galleria

They call me Maria

I give a fuck what you call me, just don't call me broke

Listen, Susan, just back up your Kia

I got a big whip with a lift and I just bought four acres

See ya when I see ya

Mucha gente no le gusta que tengo talento

Y que no necesito de nadie

Entro la pinche meeting pa' que digan

Qué quieren mis fans, yo les digo que pagen

Dicen que quieren que yo les enseñe

Cómo hacer lo mismo y aquí está el detalle

Yo no me vendo y por eso me odian

Sinceramente, yo los mento la madre

And that's how I do it, that's how I do it

And that's how I do it, and that's how it's done

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

And that's how I do it, and that's how it's done

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

And that's how it's done, 'cause that's how it's done

I meet a lotta people that be telling me

How I'm so lucky that I got it made

I won't consider myself anybody

Till Mexicans ain't gotta work as the maid

I give a fuck what the internet say

I ain't gon' make that shit a part of my day

You text the fan number I made

Or don't, really, I'm more than okay

I'm Gucci, keep it G-G-G-G-G

In my way, then beep, beep, beep, beep, beep

Nod your head like sí, sí, sí, sí, sí

I know that you really seen me be the reason

Bitches all on the net

I'm steppin' all on they neck, uh

Why the fuck you upset? Uh

I'm not into your men, uh

Not my fault he online

Commenting that I'm fine

Said he heard that I'm bi

Trying to find out if that's right

Ya tengo tiempo diciendo lo mismo

India, Maria, ni de aquí ni de allá

Vinieron mis padres directo de México

Armaron su lío y se fueran pa'tras

Dijeron que chingue su madre con Trump

Tomando Modelo, no pega Corona

Mi padre quería tener un hijo bravo

Por eso salí de mi madre cabrona

Now I got a business and I need some cash

I got a kid, and he growing up fast

He tell me, "Mommy, these rappers is trash"

But if I let him rap, he be showing his ass

'Cause half of these rappers be having an image crisis

Every time they go through it

Everybody talking real in they songs

But pussy boy can't do it

But this how I do it, that's how I do it

That's how I do it, and that's how it's done

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

And that's how I do it, and that's how it's done

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

And that's how it's done, 'cause that's how it's done

I like to pop off at shows

I drink tequila, I'm real as they come

But I just found out even people I put on

Is jealous of mine, so I bought me a gun

And it go boom, boom, boom, pow

Kill at will, and this one's Fergie

If I put you on and try to Yolanda me

I swear to God that I will do you dirty

'Cause I am a legend, but y'all ain't gon' see it

Till after I'm gone, but that's just how it go

But I'ma be honest, I don't care to be one

If that's what it take 'cause my kid gotta grow

But I'ma talk my shit

And I'ma rep like I always did

Still gon' flex with the Mexican drip

Still sing "Chente" when I get lit

This new to y'all, baby boy, I been

But I repped that flag even way back when

Back when labels said, "Baby, this ain't it"

Now they trying to make another me, wait, aw, shit

Hold up, goddamn, can I get my cut?

Everything that I been making they be taking, what's up?

They want our culture, but don't show love

They want our money, but they don't want us, bruh

Shit, shit

That's how I do it, that's how I do it

You know? Shit

How do I do it? How do I do it?

I don't know

This how I do it, but this how I do it