Mota

[Intro]
Cam what you smoking on man?
Mota! Hey!, Mota! Hey!. Mota! Hey!. Mota! hey!

[Verse 1]
How you say you that nigga and you don’t get paid?
Party with bitches, we got D’usse
Feds asking questions, Dile “Yo no se”
If a nigga wanna bump , tell ‘em que lo que!
If my man call my phone ima pop out, hop out
With them Glocks out
Find out where he workin’, we gon catch him when he clock out
I’m a young trap mogul, ain’t next bitch we up now
I be making plays, sunrise to sundown
It’s only one way to get to the dollar
You the type to rock Polo, I’m the type to rock Prada
MoeMoney, what you get me for my B day?, Nada
Bitches on my dick ‘cause my drip too proper
You ain’t plugged Nathan, I heard you a shopper
Met a bad lil shawty and she said she was a model
Said they want a club banger, so I hit them with the Wobble
Ima hit at his feet, make him dance bachata
The neighbors on dick, ‘cause the cluckas keep knockin’
My money like a prospector, the way they be watching
I know I ain’t ever lose, cause the bitch still flocking
Aye man what the fuck is these? Maracas?
Bitch shut the fuck up, you know chata?
I’m in Cancun drinking pina colada
Get down, get down, I threw a granada
I got to get every dollar
Trap it out till the manana
I’m in Cancun and i’m swiping my Visa
I love spanish girls and they all love tequila!
Cam what you smoking on man? (Mota)
I’m in the heart of the trenches
I dropped out of school and started working with benches
I’m looking for the paper, niggas looking for image
All I want is cash, all these niggas want is bitches
That nigga will kill just to get some Balencis’
He screaming he that, but he ain’t worth a penny

[Outro]
Hey! Gang gang gang
Hey! Gang gang gang
Hey! Gang gang gang
Hey! Que lo que
Hey! Gang gang gang
Hey! Gang gang gang
Hey! Gang gang gang
Hey!