Lyric

She came through at 3 salute at ease

Tight white tees 3000 a pop for these

I’ve been talking yen but pay me in dollars

If you want some guala then baby you should holla

In the studio with 2G with Lui and YAYA

Putting in that work not free

Yeah I just say, “tada!”

Sweet like guava

Baby looking guapa

If I lived in new york

Probably roll that grabba

Man gimme the check

Man man gimme the check

Man gimme respect

Man man gimme respect

Yeah this should be learned

Nah that should be earned

Now that shit rolled up

And should be burned

Mixtape teezy with perspective shift

Couple bumps in the road

Don’t you dwell on it

Me I got caught up felt distant and

Yeah what’s the point In all this dissonance?

She came through at 3 salute at ease

Tight white tees 3000 a pop for these

I’ve been talking yen but pay me in dollars

If you want some guala then baby you should holla

Cup a little empty

Really time to fill it up

I know that once I reach a new height

There might be different ceilings uh yeah

Yeah my big bro told me, “it’s time to go up!”

What I do? fuck it up

Yeah at least I showed up

Yeah at least I’m focused

Baby girl hit my line want some closure type shit

Overthinking too much, you don’t even type shit

All y’all stuck in a bubble, couldn’t be me on some mid type shit

She just spun the block, gave me top on some lid type shit

Crazy how year after year I get more stylish

She came through at 3 salute at ease

Tight white tees 3000 a pop for these

I’ve been talking yen but pay me in dollars

If you want some guala then baby you should holla

Fuck em up ayy

Shut em up ayy

Fuck em up ayy

Shut em up ayy

Fuck em up ayy

Shut em up ayy

Fuck em up ayy

Shut em up ayy