[Intro]

Yeah

Young Jefe, holmes

La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus]

We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual

I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel

Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity

This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity

Fuck these haters, I can never get with 'em

I'ma keep stuntin' on these bitch ass niggas

Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it's too many killers

They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 1]

Thought that I was weak 'til she looked in my eyes

Somebody said it's pride, with these niggas, gotta lie

I'm way out in Hawaii just with a vibe

Got a thick girl choppin' weed, yeah, just like a tide

I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn't have played, though

It always be your day one, one day, betray you

Tell 'em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads

My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho

Plain jane cost a bag, but I don't like to brag

I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad

Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast

I'm ballin' like an athlete, now they lookin' sad

[Chorus]

We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual

I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel

Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity

This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity

Fuck these haters, I can never get with 'em

I'ma keep stuntin' on these bitch ass niggas

Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it's too many killers

They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 2]

Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets

They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin'

I tapped a lil' chica, she Puerto Rican

Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness

Put up five mil' for my son

I'm tryna put up five mil' for my mom

Big house on the hill what I want

So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb

And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend

If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra

When my niggas ride, they don't even dress up

We don't even let you slide in the fuckin' Tesla, oh

[Chorus]

We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual

I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel

Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity

This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity

Fuck these haters, I can never get with 'em

I'ma keep stuntin' on these bitch ass niggas

Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it's too many killers

They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions