Mexico

Touch down in Mexico Like, "Donde están los sexy hoes?" I blow more gas than a Texaco I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Stackin' all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate Steady lookin' fresh while I be headin' to the bank And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me 'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi Said if she wanna fuck, I need to see ID, woo And when I walk in, people know what's up They get to talkin', all up on my nuts Like, "Hey, what's poppin'? Why you actin' sus?" Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff Touch down in Mexico Like, "Donde están los sexy hoes?" I blow more gas than a Texaco In love with the ice, word to Eskimos Now let me go, you know I get the best of those I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles My life is a movie, not an episode My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up And bury me with bitches by my side 'Cause I swear that when I die, I'm taking everything that's mine All the girls and the guys With their eyes on the prize who could never get a dime I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Stackin' all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate Steady lookin' fresh while I be headin' to the bank And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me 'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi Said if she wanna fuck, I need to see ID, woo And when I walk in, people know what's up They get to talkin', all up on my nuts Like, "Hey, what's poppin'? Why you actin' sus?" Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff Trend setter, big bag-getter Drip down, gonna need an umbrella Get set up, shawty be the meta Huh, little boy should've known better Backhand that bitch with my ice on I took pics of it on my Nikon Talked my shit like this with the mic on Now they treat me like I'm an icon Maybe 'cause I am? Maybe people need me, that's a shout to Uncle Sam Who I swear they copy and talk about on the 'gram Steady with the jockin' and stalkin' then you a fan? Nah-nah-nah Touch down in Mexico Like, "Donde están los sexy hoes?" I blow more gas than a Texaco In love with the ice, word to Eskimos Now let me go, you know I get the best of those I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles My life is a movie, not an episode My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up