MEXICO

(Running with these diamonds in my coat)
(And I was fucking on your bitch in Mexico)
(And all this powder that I had around my nose)
(I get the bread and then I say, "it's time to go")

Tell me what it do
How they claiming that they woke, but they was snooze
My momma workin hard and so I had to make a move
I'm steady stressin' chasin' all these bags with all the blues
But it's okay
I'm runnin' with these diamonds in my coat
And I was fuckin on yo bitch in Mexico
And all this powder that I had around my nose
I get the bread and then I say it's time to go
Ooh woah woah

Runnin' runnin' runnin' why she trynna use me
I don't want your bitch actin like diamonds in her coochie
Fuck her once or twice and then she trynna make a movie
Ain't want me cuz I'm broke and so I treat her like a groupie
Running running that's what I don't get
I call her and she pull up call that iPhone sex
And I'm just always working for the white folk check
Trynna get my pockets fat don't need a liposuction
Now you could tell that these diamonds don't hold me
I'm stackin' all this cheddar fadin' back like I'm Kobe
Don't call me, you was never to be found when I was falling
Now I'm ballin' like I'm Zion in New Orleans

Tell me what it do
How they claiming that they woke, but they was snooze
My momma workin hard and so I had to make a move
I'm steady stressin' chasin' all these bags with all the blues
But it's okay
I'm runnin' with these diamonds in my coat
And I was fuckin on yo bitch in Mexico
And all this powder that I had around my nose
I get the bread and then I say it's time to go
Ooh woah woah

And now I'm winning, but I was just lose
I came from, drug dealing, In back of the school
And it was, no dinner, when I was a fool
I'm servin' drug dealers, anonymous too
Cuz I was balling
Why the fuck these bitches thinkin' that I'm Spalding?
Trynna rub me like I'm soft like I was Charming
I was broke and on my phone and no one calling in the mornings and
Nah I get, you thinkin' it's cool
I got the, dope dealers that's ready to shoot
And every, old sinner remind me of you
And it was cold winters, In back of the booth

Tell me what it do
How they claiming that they woke, but they was snooze
My momma workin hard and so I had to make a move
I'm steady stressin' chasin' all these bags with all the blues
But it's okay
I'm runnin' with these diamonds in my coat
And I was fuckin on yo bitch in Mexico
And all this powder that I had around my nose
I get the bread and then I say it's time to go
Ooh woah woah