Marzo - Cancun (feat. TheRealDwade)

Need at least two bands for a walkthrough
Pack your shit for a week we in Cancun
Get your nails done paid for your hairdo
First class 5 star eating cashews
Niggas hating still mad eating beef stew
I'm getting cash and you worried bout Tattoos
I'm on a beach in the shade with a tall view
Cartiers buss down and it's all new
I'm in the sea, where it's all blue
You can see, where the stars bloom
You got dreams? Yeah we all do
Just believe, we could all do it
Shooting 3s feelin like Crawford
93 bands got it all solo
Tickets to France shoppin in soho
Glock in my hand feelin like sosa
I'm in the sea, where it's all blue
You can see, where the stars bloom
You got dreams? Yeah we all do
Just believe, we could all do it
Shooting 3s feelin like crawford
93 bands got it all solo
Tickets to France shoppin in soho
Glock in my hand feelin like sosa
Two door coupe going round with two bitches get hit with that fire
That boy up in my mentions swear that boy don't like his life
He doing it for attention now he all on IG live
Send that boy in the air Aladdin now he all up in the sky
She said I'm the one uno
93 got me on mars ain't talking bout Bruno
These niggas be clowns red nose Rudolph
Fuck her from the back her tracks I pull out
She take off her skirt she take off her shirt damn, she wanna pop a lil perk
She get on my nerves she wanna make it work
She bringing her best friend she gon flirt
We counting up money ain't talking bout clerks
Yeah we taking trips yeah we go to Turks and Caicos
Fucking your bitch she do what I say so
She fucking with me I got a bigger bankroll
Like Pringles that boy ain't stacking his chips
We stacking that money we making it flip
We smoking that boy get to emptying clips
Ain't no talking in that bed she start to strip
Cartier buss down on my wrist
Type of shit make that boy sea sick
Trackhawk 220 swervin and shit
Bad bitch tried to call check the ring tone
Dnd throw the phone if you ask for it
Jerkin jerking feeling like new boys
Im feeling like Duwap I'm a star boy
Need at least two bands for a walkthrough
Pack your shit for a week we in cancun
Get your nails done paid for your hairdo
First class 5 star eating cashews
Niggas hating still mad eating beef stew
I'm getting cash and you worried bout Tattoos
I'm on a beach in the shade with a tall view
Cartiers buss down and it's all new
I'm in the sea, where it's all blue
You can see, where the stars bloom
You got dreams? Yeah we all do
Just believe, we could all do it
Shooting 3s feelin like crawford
93 bands got it all solo
Tickets to France shoppin in soho
Glock in my hand feelin like sosa

Written by:
Dwayne Mckay, Justin Brown

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