LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePesos (Dinero)
YeahTitle, title, titleHahahahaHer lil' sister sent me the picSaid: Future you're the shitSaid: Future you're the shitSaid: Future you're the shitFell in love with the AkNow a nigga gettin' paydayCookin' up good yay-yayShoutout lil' Tay-TayDoin' whatever say-say, you gotta do whatever I say-sayPut me on that waitin' listForeign coupes, I pop thatYoung Goat got right now, they pullin' off in the HellcatPromethazine that's every dayCodeine that's every dayDrift over like way-way, had the young nigga doin' the Nae NaeBig scraps on paydayServin' on the lil Aj, on Friday gettin' paydayShoutout young Dae DaeThis ain't my main line, you callin' on my thotlineHasta luego, I pulled up it's game timeI got the pesos, the pesos, the pesosI got the pesos, the pesos, dineroSqueeze trigger happy ass niggas, squeeze-squeezeTryna keep it cool, lowkey, nigga freezeJack boys from around here, got crack boys around hereAyy, squad litAyy, squad litI told you came through in the clutchShe had her Hermès it was clutchWe pullin' after two by the busI bussed that bitch down like a DutchTeflon, can't be touchedGet that money like I'm in a rush, oohTold you I was tired of bandgang in the first placeAtl, yeah Atl, yeah that's my birthplaceDollar sign, yeah, that's my earth dayIf you ain't shinin' then there no one to blameI drop heat, and they know when I cameI ain't tryna be defeated, I just wanna be greetedSmashin' on the seat, yeah she bougie and she greedyFashion is a regimen, you wanna pledge allegianceTaliban Gang have you bobbin' and you weavin'We don't wanna keep it, we ain't nothin' but we evenTalking 'bout you leavin' bitch, you went and bought a heathenMet up in a hotel with some Puerto RicanAnd you know she freaky, yeah, yeah, a bitch geekin'Peakin' out the window 'cause you know a nigga tweakin'It ain't no pretendo 'cause you know I'm seein' demons('Cause you know I'm seein' demons)I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesosI got the pesos, the pesos, dineroYou wanna know some' 'bout that 911 Turbo, skrrAyy, Pyrex in that oven, you hit that dope until it skrrCruisin' over town, nine to five with that workPuttin' overtime on the grind go berserkFuck her all the time tryna make that pussy squirtTalkin' down on a nigga, put you in the dirtGoin' on the pound and I'm trippin' off syrup, ayyYou see the way they duplicated?You see the way they try to play me?I had a plan and I waited y'allOn my way a new millennialGot another Xan, it can't calm me downRunnin' up them bands, new millennialSpend it in a day, I gotta hit reupTwenty bands a day, they gotta hear me outYeah, ooh, gotta hear me outI got the pesos, the pesos, the pesosI got the pesos, the pesos, dinero
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