Yeah, heavily influenced
Car going faster than Mexican music
Don't like to brag, but I'm better than you
Got a Glock in his hand, but he never gon' use it
I got gold in my mouth like I'm bred up in Houston
I be flexing with moves that the wrestlers do
Wrist in the pot like I'm prepping the food
I spent 863 on a Vetements boot
Whip that I copped, color tiramisu
Plus the cup like the sky, Nigga very polluted
Told her I'll fly you wherever you choose
Pick you up with them guys that be dressed like a funeral
Huh, this is not the usual
Please watch the floor when you step in the room
Car full of horses, equestrian too
I got God and my Torah, I'm very in tune
Vibe isn't boring, she's wet in the mood
Like five in the morning, I'll send her to you
Higher than Horus, ascend to the moon
I be driving the Porsche, running reds like a hooligan
My heart is dark as a Nubian
Walk in the party, I'm sparking a doobie
Glad I got rich at this part of the movie
Brick after brick, it get harder to move me
Think I should partner with Tubi
Back of the Bach with my dog like Scooby
I feel lethargic and droopy
Got bro sipping lean like a tropical smoothie
Don't bring your thot if she's choosing
I'll fly her out, take her shopping in Gucci
I drop her off, now she bougie
That ain't your bitch, but according to you
Niggas is pressed, thinking I'm selling 'em fet
But I really got rich from recording the truth
Wide-body 'Vette and the engine upset
I be scraping the wheel like a fork and a spoon
He getting pressed, then we send him a text
Then you find what's next, they report on the news
Nothing important to do
But I wake up each day in a corporate suit
Quataee - MEXICAN MUSIC Lyrics
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Yeah, heavily influenced
Car going faster than Mexican music
Don't like to brag, but I'm better than you
Got a Glock in his hand, but he never gon' use it
I got gold in my mouth like I'm bred up in Houston
I be flexing with moves that the wrestlers do
Wrist in the pot like I'm prepping the food
I spent 863 on a Vetements boot
Whip that I copped, color tiramisu
Plus the cup like the sky, Nigga very polluted
Told her I'll fly you wherever you choose
Pick you up with them guys that be dressed like a funeral
Huh, this is not the usual
Please watch the floor when you step in the room
Car full of horses, equestrian too
I got God and my Torah, I'm very in tune
Vibe isn't boring, she's wet in the mood
Like five in the morning, I'll send her to you
Higher than Horus, ascend to the moon
I be driving the Porsche, running reds like a hooligan
My heart is dark as a Nubian
Walk in the party, I'm sparking a doobie
Glad I got rich at this part of the movie
Brick after brick, it get harder to move me
Think I should partner with Tubi
Back of the Bach with my dog like Scooby
I feel lethargic and droopy
Got bro sipping lean like a tropical smoothie
Don't bring your thot if she's choosing
I'll fly her out, take her shopping in Gucci
I drop her off, now she bougie
That ain't your bitch, but according to you
Niggas is pressed, thinking I'm selling 'em fet
But I really got rich from recording the truth
Wide-body 'Vette and the engine upset
I be scraping the wheel like a fork and a spoon
He getting pressed, then we send him a text
Then you find what's next, they report on the news
Nothing important to do
But I wake up each day in a corporate suit
Car going faster than Mexican music
Don't like to brag, but I'm better than you
Got a Glock in his hand, but he never gon' use it
I got gold in my mouth like I'm bred up in Houston
I be flexing with moves that the wrestlers do
Wrist in the pot like I'm prepping the food
I spent 863 on a Vetements boot
Whip that I copped, color tiramisu
Plus the cup like the sky, Nigga very polluted
Told her I'll fly you wherever you choose
Pick you up with them guys that be dressed like a funeral
Huh, this is not the usual
Please watch the floor when you step in the room
Car full of horses, equestrian too
I got God and my Torah, I'm very in tune
Vibe isn't boring, she's wet in the mood
Like five in the morning, I'll send her to you
Higher than Horus, ascend to the moon
I be driving the Porsche, running reds like a hooligan
My heart is dark as a Nubian
Walk in the party, I'm sparking a doobie
Glad I got rich at this part of the movie
Brick after brick, it get harder to move me
Think I should partner with Tubi
Back of the Bach with my dog like Scooby
I feel lethargic and droopy
Got bro sipping lean like a tropical smoothie
Don't bring your thot if she's choosing
I'll fly her out, take her shopping in Gucci
I drop her off, now she bougie
That ain't your bitch, but according to you
Niggas is pressed, thinking I'm selling 'em fet
But I really got rich from recording the truth
Wide-body 'Vette and the engine upset
I be scraping the wheel like a fork and a spoon
He getting pressed, then we send him a text
Then you find what's next, they report on the news
Nothing important to do
But I wake up each day in a corporate suit
Writer: Quataee Weller
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