Cien, doscientos, trescientos, cuatrociento´, quiniento´, seisciento´, seteciento´, ochociento´, novenciento´, mil
These days these days, these days these days
I don´t wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don´t talk with the people, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don´t care about the bitch, I stay with the gang These days these days, these days these days You´re not my homie, you don´t know my name
I don´t even like people, oh, I got a bitch talking I don´t wanna make friends, boy, the back of car´s jumping I don´t wanna talk media fans, I don´t wanna talk nothing I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny
Don´t hit my line, the money on the other line I trynna fucking money bitchs, I got a Savior red wine All I know is go dork, I don´t talk with the birds I don´t care how you feel, pussy board I go first Don´t call with the drama, is tripping as karma Estaba pobre en el bloque, y ahora yo parto la pana Yo ando siempre a lo mío, quiero estar siempre a lo mío Yo estaba roto en el barrio, y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo
Give wap four wap (cash), honest call my [?] Red dye on my head, red head like Bob Don´t call with the bullshit, we know how to talk All my homies real trap, all my homies got stress
These days these days, these days these days I don´t wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don´t talk with the people, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don´t care about the bitch, I stay with the gang These days these days, these days these days You´re not my homie, you don´t know my name
Bankroll bankroll, ´cause all I know Amo my shit, amo my own Telephone telephone, money ringtone Estáis tos´ en mí, yo por encima de tos´, ooh ´Toy ocupado, contando flush No estoy pa´ la bitch, no estoy pa´ tu club
You can´t be me, or run on my shoes I´ve been PC, flexing on you ´Tá mi nombre en el mapa, no hay que decir palabra Don´t fuck with the wap tap, trap boy on the trapstars Scary faces be all around Get the money and we´re all out Money, bitches, please come me First of bitches please get out
These days these days, these days these days I don´t wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don´t talk with the people, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don´t care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days You´re not my homie, you don´t know my name