Fuego Lyrics

Money on my fuckin' mind, (yeah) It's money when I walk

Swing that stick like a guitar, yeah you know how I rock

He green as fuck, I sold his ass some Tussin', he thought he was Wok

Quick to take my belt off, beat that ass like I'm your fuckin' pops

Niggas love to beg and bein' broke I guess that's my assumption

Why you tell them niggas you wanna see me when you know you duckin'

Why you tell them folks you was my shooter when you know you wasn't

Tried to get some pussy off my name, he told them hoes we cousins

Boy, you ain't too street to get a job you too old to be broke

You ain't scammin', swipin' you ain't robbin', you ain't movin dope

He say that he gon' dump whenever he see me when we know you won't

Say it take a village to get rich I'm proof it really don't

In Philly I was up eleven pounds and I don't even smoke

I don't pop pills, I don't drink, 'less we talkin' high-tech pints

Go with me, my dog gon' blank, all my niggas with me don't think

My bro on FaceTime down the road he keep a iPhone and his shank

I keep that fire up on me, fuego, bitch, hasta luego

Pour a four inside my Faygo all I wanted was a bankroll

All I wanted was a charger, this shit got me supercharged up

20's, 50's, green and pink, my pockets like Cosmo and Wanda

I know y'all niggas think y'all poppin' shit but nigga, not to me

I came from nothin' to some so quick they think I hit the lottery

Some niggas bark, some niggas bite, I guess a different dog in me

Y'all labels better have at least two mil before you talk to me

Y'all listenin' to who? I know him, he used to cop from me

Ya'll groupies swear that boy a what? he just a cop to me

I wonder if I show my dick will this bitch slip and fall on me

Ain't got no rag to wipe that nut up bitch, you better swallow me

I put my feelings in my pocket and my trust inside my gun

I don't know who niggas is or where the fuck these niggas from

I ain't goin' back and forth bout shit so bitch, you better watch your tongue

I should've been a fuckin' crip 'cause I'm a trip before I run

Bitch, I'm goin' up, (up) Vertical, I rap, but I be singin' in that pussy, bitch, I'm versatile

These niggas be they own ops

Them empty pockets hurtin' 'em

That boy really a clown

And I'm just surprised nobody murdered 'em

Money on my fuckin' mind, (yeah) It's money when I walk

Swing that stick like a guitar, yeah you know how I rock

He green as fuck, I sold his ass some Tussin', he thought he was Wok

Quick to take my belt off, beat that ass like I'm your fuckin' pops

I keep that fire up on me, fuego, bitch, hasta luego

Pour a four inside my Faygo all I wanted was a bankroll

All I wanted was a charger, this shit got me supercharged up

20's, 50's, green and pink, my pockets like Cosmo and Wanda