Sexo, dólar, erva, terapia Eu vejo como ela me alivia Ligo o carro, pego a rodovia Com a mala cheia, cuidado com a policia Sou maloqueiro, bicho solto E essa vela é minha cura E o nosso ritmo é louco A cada dia uma nova aventura Okay, no pain, no gain Mente controla o game Eu sei visar além Todo cuidado, não ativa a sirene No flow cê sabe que vem Os moleque é chave, traje Marginal Gang São poucos que querem seu bem Se eu jogo sério, pra nós é trem Essa daqui, é tipo terapia Chama acendeu, fumaça me alivia E ela apareceu pra acalmar meu dia Junto num refujo em plena sintonia Flores de haze Como remédio É minha lei Me tira do tédio Ganja no case Estufa do prédio Sistema é fake Meu dedo médio Viatura corre, corre Mas não nos pega Sempre pelo certo, sóbrio Pra não ter queda, não Nunca vão na sorte Só me sossega Vem de salto, choque Joga e se entrega Sexo, dólar, erva, terapia Eu vejo como ela me alivia Ligo o carro, pego a rodovia Com a mala cheia, cuidado com a policia Sou maloqueiro, bicho solto E essa vela é minha cura E o nosso ritmo é louco A cada dia uma nova aventura Tudo que eu fiz foi pra te impressionar Tudo que eu fiz foi pra te impressionar Você quer mais O que que você quer mais Era a dona do jogo Você quer mais O que que você quer mais Agora eu tô no topo Você quer mais O que que você quer mais? Me diz que tá afim Quando eu tava muito perto do fim Eu não te lembrava perto de mim Rolex, corrente, dente cravejado Dólar, rolé, entra no meu carro Foco na sirene, que os cana tão bem do lado Eles invejam, nós tem tudo congelado Essa daqui, wow, é tipo terapia Bafora o verde, fumaça me alivia Ela apareceu pra causar na minha vida Fudendo minha mente, fazendo a minha brisa Sexo, dólar, erva, terapia Eu vejo como ela me alivia Ligo o carro, pego a rodovia Com a mala cheia, cuidado com a policia Sou maloqueiro, bicho solto E essa vela é minha cura E o nosso ritmo é louco A cada dia uma nova aventura É tipo terapia, tá ligado Um lugar distante Uma sacola de skunk Eu e ela junto e um malote pro lanche Vai

Ooh, yeah MONY POWR RSPT, nigga It's a money set, you know what I'm saying? Everybody getting money, nigga Yeah, Pablo Juan The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class Too fresh to take out the trash Fresh to death, where is my casket? I always stay with assassins I'm always laced with the fashion Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbin' I got the Louis V Supreme collabin' Bought a mansion way away like a cabin Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy You a beggar, I'm a hustler I'm the dealer, you the customer Catch up, little nigga, I'm mustard Smokin' the Backwoods, they coming from Russia I ain't never really trust you Knew I should've never trust you You ain't real, you a buster These niggas was always sus' These niggas start snitching for nothing These niggas wanna live by the gun Guess what, you gon' get what you want El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting (huh?) I got her from my cousin So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em (go) Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back (huh?) Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back (huh?) Bad bitch and her ass fat (yeah, wop) Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that If I come by it's tinted Don't test the water chilly My pinky a quarter ticket Had to grind smart to get it Limited 'xclusive edition They waitin' in line to get it Danny your time, I did it (huh?) I didn't get a dime, a visit (no) I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' (drip) 'Fore I had a pot to piss in My car just lost the ceilin' (damn) My girl just lost her feelin' (huh?) Gucci getting richer than richy (it's Gucci) Bitches say Gucci saddity She just did her ass and her titties Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty (blegh) I tell her, gone like the Road Runner Might stash your phone number (wop) Ho get the wrong number I'm stacking all winter (huh?) I'm stuntin' all summer (yeah) And I need a grown woman (huh?) 'Cause I got grown money, wop (go) The money go where I go (money) Smoking on gelato (gelato) Foreign car swerving, pothole (Pablo Juan) Bad bitch, she from Chicago (yeah) She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting (she thick) I got her from my cousin So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat (it's fat) Dressing like I got a sack (ooh) I pull up, jump out the back (back) Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch (hatch) On the Xans, I might crash that (skrr)

Ooh, yeah MONY POWR RSPT, nigga It's a money set, you know what I'm saying? Everybody getting money, nigga Yeah, Pablo Juan The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving potholes Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwoods smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the bach Bad bitch and her ass fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that (yuh) Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class Too fresh to take out the trash Fresh to death, where is my casket? I always stay with assassins I'm always late with the fashion Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing Bought a mansion way away like a cabin Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy You a beggar, I'm a hustler I'm the dealer, you the customer Ketchup, little nigga, I'm mustard Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia I ain't never really trust you Knew I should've never trust you (hell nah) You ain't real, you a busta These niggas was always sus These niggas start snitching for nothing These niggas wanna live by the gun Guess what? You gon' get what you want El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton (yuh) The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving potholes Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwoods smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack (ooh) I pull up, jumped out the bach Bad bitch and her ass fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that Pull up on you, just send me the Addy Bad bitch call me daddy Xan, Perc, and a Addy I really wanna fuck a Kardashian I like a freaky bitch that's gon' suck it I just be kicking shit like it was rugby Hell no, baby, don't call me hubby Fuck you thought, baby? We was just fucking Ooh, I'm back to the trap and I'm serving that I done got me a sack like a running back Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act I'ma fuck on your bitch, I'ma break her back I'ma fuck on your bitch, I'ma give her back I got two bitches playing Pitty Pat I just do it like the Nike check My neck froze, got a ice attack The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving potholes Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwoods smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack (ooh) I pull up, jumped out the bach Bad bitch and her ass fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that