Pesos (Dinero)

[Intro] Yeah Title, title, title Hahahaha Her lil' sister sent me the pic Said, "Future you're the shit" Said, "Future you're the shit" Said, "Future you're the shit" [Verse 1] Fell in love with the AK Now a nigga gettin' payday Cookin' up good yay-yay Shoutout lil' Tay-Tay Doin' whatever I say-say You gotta do whatever I say-say Put me on that waitin' list Foreign coupes, I pop that Young GOAT got right now, they pullin' off in that Hellcat Promethazine that's every day Codeine that's every day Drift over like way-way Had the young nigga doin' the Nae Nae Big scraps on payday Servin' on the lil AJ, on Friday gettin' payday Shoutout young Dae Dae This ain't my main line, you callin' on my thotline Hasta luego, I pulled up it's game time [Chorus] I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero [Verse 2] Squeeze trigger happy ass niggas, squeeze-squeeze Tryna keep it cool, lowkey, nigga freeze Jack boys from around here, got crack boys around here Ayy, squad lit Ayy, squad lit I told you came through in the clutch She had her Hermès it was clutch We pullin' after two by the bus I bussed that bitch down like a Dutch Teflon, can't be touched Get that money like I'm in a rush, ooh Told you I was Taliban Gang in the first place ATL, yeah ATL, yeah that's my birthplace Dollar sign, yeah, that's my earth day If you ain't shinin' then there no one to blame I drop heat, and they know when I came I ain't tryna be defeated, I just wanna be greeted Smashin' off the seat, yeah she boujee and she greedy Fashion is a regimen, you wanna pledge allegiance Taliban Gang have you bobbin' and you weavin' We don't wanna keep it, we ain't nothin' but we even Talking 'bout you leavin' bitch, you went and bought a heathen Met up in a hotel with some Puerto Rican And 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) [Chorus] I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero [Verse 3] You wanna know some' 'bout that 911 Turbo, skrr Ayy, Pyrex in that oven, you hit that dope until it skrr Cruisin' over town, nine to five with that work Puttin' overtime on the grind go berserk Fuck her all the time tryna make that pussy squirt Talkin' down on a nigga, put you in the dirt Goin' on the pound and I'm trippin' off syrup, ayy You see the way they duplicated? You see the way they try to play me? I had a plan and I waited y'all On my way a new millennial Got another Xan, it can't calm me down Runnin' up them bands, new millennial Spend it in a day, I gotta hit reup Twenty bands a day, gotta hear me out Yeah, ooh, gotta hear me out [Chorus] I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero