Peso

I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem’s what I’m repping

Tell my nigga quit the bitching and we gon’ make it in a second

Never disrespected, plus I’m well connected

With this coke that I imported, just important as your president

Swagger so impressive and I don’t need a necklace

But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7

Them 6′s, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest

Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I’m dressed in

Rolling blunts, rolling doobies up, smoking sections

Groupies rush, hold they boobies up in my direction

Quit with all the fronting, you ain’t round my clique for nothing

Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing

This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll

Cause everyday we on our pesos

(Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy)

Cause everyday we on our pesos

Your bitches said that I’m hot, man I told her I agree

She gon really think I’m hot if I told her my degrees

Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys

Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees

Couple A, B, C’s, bad bitch double D

Popping E, I don’t give a F, told you I’m a G

A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve

But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath

Inhale, exhale, cocaine X pills

Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still

So mami show me how that neck feel

Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill

This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll

Cause everyday we on our pesos

(Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy)

Cause everyday we on our pesos