Citas

[Intro]
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Look, look

[Chorus]
And I put it on Citas
All I got is certified trombitás
Charge a couple, cool K for the features
It ain't 'bout the money, then you probably can't reach us
Ayy, and I put on Mommas
Do it for the soul, for the fam' and the commas
Don't act, be chill with the dramas
All you gotta do is you and be honest

[Verse 1]
Eatin' on papaya with my main thang
Baby gettin' bread, I'm on the same thing
No rocks in it, water plain jane
Put my niggas on it, used to gang bang
They be tryna play me likе a new guy
But I'm buzzin' in the apple likе a fruit fly
I be somewhere in Seattle gettin' neck bone
And I'm really not the one that you should rest on
Uber Eat Jamaican to the B&B
All the moves we makin', they ain't seein' me
Rooftop ball for the scenery
I give a fuck about a mug and what it mean to me
I'm that saucy Lil' nigga from the middle map
Told her, "Baby, bounce it for me," she gon' dribble that
Got some reefer in the paper, got it mummy wrap
Got no motherfuckin' minutes for the funny act
Hey

[Chorus]
And I put it on Citas
All I got is certified trombitás
Charge a couple, cool K for the features
It ain't 'bout the money, then you probably can't reach us
Ayy, and I put on Mommas
Do it for the soul, for the fam' and the commas
Don't act, be chill with the dramas
All you gotta do is you and be honest

[Verse 2]
Monastery on 'em from the middle map
What you know about it? Baby riddle that
Heard a lotta rappin', very little fact
You the type of nigga that we giggle at
Gold all on my Milor like a chandelier
I'm 'bout to disappear and make a Hunnid grand appear
I'm 'bout that cash money, stuntin' like my Daddy ho
Out in public, let me poke it on the patio
Couple shots of Henny, baby, I'm with Henny-thing
And if that nigga run up on me, let the semi sing
I'm playin' 2K with that D'USSÉ in my double phone
This for my clients, baby, hit me on my other phone
Pinstripe Magics jersey like I’m Hardaway
I used to sweat for my money, found a smarter way
I hop out fresher than a bitch, I'm like, what's happenin'?
No, you can't hold me, ho, I'm bustin' out the packagin'
Ayy

[Chorus]
And I put it on Citas
All I got is certified trombitás
Charge a couple, cool K for the features
It ain't 'bout the money, then you probably can't reach us
Ayy, and I put on Mommas
Do it for the soul, for the fam' and the commas
Don't act, be chill with the dramas
All you gotta do is you and be honest