Pesos Lyrics

What's up, what's up

Money talk, bullshit walk, I'm countin' up these pesos

Out in L.A. for the weekend, might slide to Daygo

I had to change up, was on the block, drinkin' Faygo

Now I'm always out of state, still makin' plays though

My stock risin', another nigga, bitch, I'm guiding

Cause that nigga can't, she tell me I'm everything he ain't

Leave her wet like paint

They always say thank you, Mr. Snow, every time I leave the bank

First I clean the whip, then I fill up the tank

I'm a player, baby, shit, blame my Uncle Frank

You see I'm all about my cream like I'm Wu-Tang

I'm trying to hit my nephew game in the Mulsanne

I'm trying to get these pesos

We ain't even gon' touch that, that's goin' straight to the shoebox

I'm trying to get these pesos

The money don't stop, we got some more on the way, baby, don't even trip

On my way to Total Wine to go and cop a fifth

In some vintage Ralph Lauren I copped from the thrift

Baby girl want me to slide, she over in the Cliff

That's a 40-minute drive, so I sent the Lyft

Platinum Chanel be my cologne, workin' the TV through my phone

That playa shit where I be on, gotta broad in every time zone

Check my diamonds, these ain't rhinestone

To make it over 25, it's like a milestone

Need ocean's in the back, Porsche's in the front

This the life we want, cause you only live it once

I got a niece up on the way, teach her how to stunt

On the phone with K. Fisha, got your bitch rollin' blunts

I'm trying to get these pesos

Man, that money feel good when it's in your hand, don't it

I'm trying to get these pesos

Look, we got some goals to reach, baby, we can't be out here spendin' like that