LITTLE CANTINA

[Chorus]
I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up, there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck, take it off, off, off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devil's reefer
Nice to meet ya'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, told her you could do better
(Really, you could do a lot better, baby)
'Cause time goes tick, tick, tick
And you still ain't rich
And my bills ain't shit
And your deal ain't real
Just saying
I run it up, go crazy
You do the most, quit faking
I'm going ghost they hate me
And I know you mad at me but it's a Saturday
I'm at a club in Spain
Yo voy del noche a day

[Chorus]
I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up, there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck, take it off, off, off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some dеvil's reefer
Nice to meet ya'

[Verse 2]
I walk on tight ropes, light shows
Might go Christ-likе, cyclone, zeitgeist
I don't need the money, it's a bonus
I just really love to do my own shit, own shit
Lights, camera, we rolling
Baby, I just gotta keep the focus, focus
Sharp, sharp, sharp
Like a razor
Cars, cars (Mario)
I'ma play her

[Chorus]
I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up, there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck, take it off, off, off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devil's reefer
Nice to meet ya'