I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlems what Im repping
Tell my niggas with the bitching, we gon make it in a second
Never disrespected, plus Im well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your president
Swagger so impressive and I dont need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6s, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what Im dressed in
Blowing blunts, rolling doobies up, smoking section
Groupies rush, holding boobies up in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you aint round my click for nothing
Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing
This is the way it go, this is the way we roll
Cause, every day, we on our pesos, so
This is the way it go, this is the way we roll
Cause, every day, we on our pesos, so
Gun cock, gunshot gonna lick a boy
Gun cock, gunshot gonna lick a boy
Gun cock, gunshot gonna lick a boy
Cause, every day, we on our pesos
Your bitches said that Im hot, man, I told her I agree
She going really think Im hot if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top vroom, showing off my keys
Grabbed by school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, Cs, bad bitch, double D
Popping E, I dont give a F, told you Im a G
ASAP, Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine X pills
Import export, Harlem catching wrecks still uh
So, mami, show me how that neck feel
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill
This is the way it go, this is the way we roll
Cause, every day, we on our pesos
This is the way it go, this is the way we roll
Cause, every day, we on our pesos
Gun cock, gunshot, gone a little boy
Gun cock, gunshot, gone a little boy
Gun cock, gunshot, gone a little boy
Cause, every day, we on our pesos
Cause, every day, we on our pesos