do it 4 th€ gram (r€mix)

[Letra de "​do it 4 th€ gram (r€mix)"]

[Intro: Cruz Cafuné & Kaliii]
Ah, yeah (Shit)
Anycia, Kaliii
Yo, Kaliii, wait
ATL, Georgia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wait
Let's get it
Wait
Gese, you too hard
Huh?

[Verso 1: Kaliii]
Nene just walked in, got the spot feelin' fuego
I'ma need the money, love a nigga with some pesos
Tryna be mine, I'm not yours
He gon' eat the pussy up like a taco, yeah
Te amo (Yeah)
Say he love me, but I do not feel the same (Ah)
Said it back, but I'm really runnin' game (Ah)
Need the money, I don't care about the fame
Yeah, pretty please
Can I turn you to a whore, por favor?
Said no, so I'm askin' por qué (Yeah)
He in love, but he know I won't stay
Yeah, gotta leave
Baby back up 'cause I can't breathe
Put a nigga on his goddamn knees
Turn a nigga to a goddamn fiend (Huh)

[Estribillo: Cruz Cafuné]
En el 'Gram flexeando los chavos
Que le follen, van a odiar de to's modo' (Ah)
Chuckys bailan con la gorra de lado
En Atlanta le caímo' un buen combo (Ah)
No defendemo' en zona, vamos al tipo
Ponte bravo y mano al cinto rapidito
(Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss) Cuido lo mío
Ese toto es presidente, lo llamo Bill Clito
Tú no metes mano, ven de frente
Yo meto hasta el codo a lo Vince Carter
Haciendo música pa' delincuentes
Pa' la gata más sarpeta de este yate
Pa'l que la lleva trincada en los boxer Supreme
Y no sale del chozo sin el Siemens
Pa' la piba que cada foto en su carrusel
Está sacada por un tigre diferente

[Verso 2: Anycia]
In love with the fact that I know just who I am (Mwah)
These bitches only do it for the 'Gram (What?)
Broke bitches only do it when they can (Can)
I'm the type to get it poppin' every time (Every time)
Forty-inch bust down, extensions and lashes (Uh)
White toes, Birkin bags filled with the backend (Ah)
Head holes, glass ass hoes, I ain't have 'em (Ah)
Fucked up and went broke, how that work?
Bitch, that's tragic (What?)
Feelin' just like Boosie, I'm the baddest (Baddest)
I could never be a have-not, 'cause I'm havin'
Weazy, I'm out of here if a bitch ain't feelin' it (Yeah)
A bitch birthday pics ain't fuckin' with my mirror pics (Haha)
Bitch ain't seein' me, my life have mirror tint (God)
I like that boy in real life, so I let 'em double-tap (Iugh)
Real deal for life, or I ain't goin' for none of that (Yeah)
Pussy here like lightnin', so I call it Thundercat

[Outro]
What, what, what
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Jerk on it, yo, jerk on it
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Now with me
Jerk—