Albuquerque

Verse 1 [Packy Marciano]:
I told her she could get the dick
Ain’t no Prada, baby
TP in the kitchen singin’ Sada Baby
I love money, drugs, and pussy
I’m intoxicated
She got good credit
Tote the Charles Daley

Still tippin’, big pimpin’, yeah
Phil hit like 10 cougars
Tell ‘em bring a friend with ya
No sleep for the wicked
I’m off Syd Vicious
Fuckin' rollin' baby
Limp Bizkit

Yeah, I’m in the ‘sino down $600
Leave this bitch broke and she still fuckin’
Jonah Hill with Moneyball
Don’t hit my line ‘less the money talk
Broski out on bail tryna duck some charges

I was raised with the cane babies
Yeah makе heaven wait; Wayne Brady
Shе gon' fall in love, and I don’t blame her, yeah
World class zero baby; Jayson Tatum

Chorus [Packy Marciano & Paris]:
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more

Verse 2 [Packy Marciano]:

Hellraiser, yeah you need appearance
You gon' pay me though
Hop in that pussy
I go Radio, yeah
I need the candy paint, the Dayton spokes
I need Mercedes boat; I don’t save these hoes
Yeah, she know she don’t need me though
Young Ichiro; geekin’
I’m Craig Biggio
IG Diva; oh Lord, I’m tryna eat her soul, yeah
The boy major; you don’t even know

Chorus [Packy Marciano & Paris]:
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more
Pussy, money, drugs, my love
I don’t know what I want no more