Drinking on whiskey and
Smoking on hash I met a Little honey who was high on cash
She said hi and I said what's up
She blew me a kiss then Showed me her butt
She twerk, twerk, twerk
I couldn't stop staring like a goddamn jerk
She put in that work
And I Threw some ducats in her direction
My D on rise like she gave
Me a yeast infection
Took her back to the room,
Um no protection
Don't judge me, I'm famous
Don't judge me because I am rich
You should judge yourself,
You little broke bitch
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
I'm rude,
I'm dashing
I have all types of fashion
I'm too sexy, too sexy
For any mami from Miami
I like my women naked and
Not wearing jammies
A real bo-bart
Who likes to practice the hoe art
A real pro who has miles like a go-kart
Who likes Vaping,
Beetle juice, beetle juice, beetle juice
One who will let you put
The tape in
And call the Fellas over for a barbecue
One who can take all of you
Chillin' at the Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and
Drinks in the air
And if I got money, keep them hands up there
Keep them up
Oh yeah, I'm a desperado
Robbing you suckers on the track
If you think you have good
Well, I'm gonna take it back
This is some total nonsense
This should be a mumble rap
Mumble, mumble, mumble
But I'm guaranteed to still
Make you clap
Who got the ham sandwich?
I eat mine with chips
Some orange soda
And then I take a little dip
In the pool full of money
Like Scrooge McDuck
Oh, you're living paycheck to paycheck
I don't give a f*ck
I'm out, you idiots, see ya
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
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Drinking on whiskey and
Smoking on hash I met a Little honey who was high on cash
She said hi and I said what's up
She blew me a kiss then Showed me her butt
She twerk, twerk, twerk
I couldn't stop staring like a goddamn jerk
She put in that work
And I Threw some ducats in her direction
My D on rise like she gave
Me a yeast infection
Took her back to the room,
Um no protection
Don't judge me, I'm famous
Don't judge me because I am rich
You should judge yourself,
You little broke bitch
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
I'm rude,
I'm dashing
I have all types of fashion
I'm too sexy, too sexy
For any mami from Miami
I like my women naked and
Not wearing jammies
A real bo-bart
Who likes to practice the hoe art
A real pro who has miles like a go-kart
Who likes Vaping,
Beetle juice, beetle juice, beetle juice
One who will let you put
The tape in
And call the Fellas over for a barbecue
One who can take all of you
Chillin' at the Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and
Drinks in the air
And if I got money, keep them hands up there
Keep them up
Oh yeah, I'm a desperado
Robbing you suckers on the track
If you think you have good
Well, I'm gonna take it back
This is some total nonsense
This should be a mumble rap
Mumble, mumble, mumble
But I'm guaranteed to still
Make you clap
Who got the ham sandwich?
I eat mine with chips
Some orange soda
And then I take a little dip
In the pool full of money
Like Scrooge McDuck
Oh, you're living paycheck to paycheck
I don't give a f*ck
I'm out, you idiots, see ya
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
Smoking on hash I met a Little honey who was high on cash
She said hi and I said what's up
She blew me a kiss then Showed me her butt
She twerk, twerk, twerk
I couldn't stop staring like a goddamn jerk
She put in that work
And I Threw some ducats in her direction
My D on rise like she gave
Me a yeast infection
Took her back to the room,
Um no protection
Don't judge me, I'm famous
Don't judge me because I am rich
You should judge yourself,
You little broke bitch
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
I'm rude,
I'm dashing
I have all types of fashion
I'm too sexy, too sexy
For any mami from Miami
I like my women naked and
Not wearing jammies
A real bo-bart
Who likes to practice the hoe art
A real pro who has miles like a go-kart
Who likes Vaping,
Beetle juice, beetle juice, beetle juice
One who will let you put
The tape in
And call the Fellas over for a barbecue
One who can take all of you
Chillin' at the Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and
Drinks in the air
And if I got money, keep them hands up there
Keep them up
Oh yeah, I'm a desperado
Robbing you suckers on the track
If you think you have good
Well, I'm gonna take it back
This is some total nonsense
This should be a mumble rap
Mumble, mumble, mumble
But I'm guaranteed to still
Make you clap
Who got the ham sandwich?
I eat mine with chips
Some orange soda
And then I take a little dip
In the pool full of money
Like Scrooge McDuck
Oh, you're living paycheck to paycheck
I don't give a f*ck
I'm out, you idiots, see ya
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
Chillin' at the motherf*ckin' Acapulco Eastside
You know this ain't no f*ckin' B-side
Throw your hands and drinks in the air
Slap a girl on the ass like you don't care
If she's with her man, give his ass a stare
Writer: Gerald Edwards
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid