She doesn’t struggle because she’s a damn revolver
Screams like a b****, bouncing like a spring
Her mission squad, they’re all older
For the cold, Off-White, for the high, Oakley
From Manrique they ended up in Miami
Global Entry in the club, they drink for free
With so many connections, they seem like Illuminati
And in the hustle, faster than a Bugatti
How come? You’re going to keep stealing the show
The devilishness shows on your face
You and your little group of friends
All of you cuties
How come? You’re going to keep applying pressure
One shot and the clothes come off
They don’t sing, but they’re always in tune
Baby, apply the pressure
Because with you, baby, I’m satisfied
I swear I walk straight
I control like playing PlayStation, that’s a fact
Hey, my life, I conspire and handle it
Even though I’m not Pirlo, I take away that token, better said
As we say in the hood: “a whim”
I have a 512 and in the Mercho, José
Waiting to take us to the new mansion, you already know me
And pose by pose, no one like me, baby, who dares
Turn around, show me your butt, lift your skirt
I know you’re a gangster, you like the bandit life
And the 650 is a breeze
She doesn’t struggle because she’s a damn revolver
Screams like a b****, bouncing like a spring
Her mission squad, they’re all older
For the cold, Off-White, for the high, Oakley
From Manrique they ended up in Miami
Global Entry in the club, they drink for free
With so many connections, they seem like Illuminati
And in the hustle, faster than a Bugatti
How come? You’re going to keep stealing the show
The devilishness shows on your face
You and your little group of friends
All of you cuties
How come? You’re going to keep applying pressure
One shot and the clothes come off
They don’t sing, but they’re always in tune
This shit is MadMusick