Don't know what I did last week

I woke up to a Latin freak

Her body something like mystique

I feel like I been on a streak

Rock that Harlem Vintage Chic

Clarks if it's not simple sneaks

Time come with a interest fee

Money everytime I speak

Lapping all these ****, like three bitches in a two seater

Don't even come asking 'bout them ****, I don't know 'em either

Liquor got me spitting ether, leave 'em with the salty face

I relay the race, you motherfuckers just stay in your place

Merk I need a little bass, Merk I'm turning up the bass

Watch depreciate if I put pimples all up in the face

She alleviate, then close the door like it's a fucking case

Then I meditate, I'm elevating to that sacred place

Co-sign, co-sign I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, killing **** like some bovine

Bovine, I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, tryna talk about a

Co-sign, co-sign I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, killing **** like some bovine

Bovine, I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, tryna talk about a

I'm sealing (sealing) The deals (deals) They popping (the popping) The pills (the pills)

Can't avoid reality, I don't how it feel (I don't how it feel)

And your shawty mad at me because I kept it real (because I kept it real)

If you fucked that **** you cannot pull and chill (you cannot pull and chill) (nah)

Standards in the skyline, way above the hills

I rather the city anyway, I like the thrill

Tropics for the summer, out in PR in a Hummer

Engine rolling thunder, Engine sound like rolling thunder (aye!)

Co-sign, co-sign I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, killing **** like some bovine

Bovine, I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, tryna talk about a

Co-sign, co-sign I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, killing **** like some bovine

Bovine, I don't need no fucking co-sign

It's my time, tryna talk about a

Can't avoid reality, I don't how it feel (I don't how it feel)

I'm sealing the deals, the popping, the pills (the pills)

Can't avoid reality, I don't how it feel

Tropics for the summer, out in PR in a Hummer

Engine rolling thunder, Engine sound like rolling thunder (aye!)