Pesos ft. Magic Vega Lyrics

One hundreds and dollars in Pesos

I go wherever the faith goes

Back 2 back drivers in 8 rows

30 designers that make clothes

Let me remind them I'm Ze Jov

Kill your whole line up in 3 flows

Got them rewinding my sequel

Spreading all love to my peoples

Let me speak to myself tho

Let me speak to my family

Grip the beat with a chokehold

I got a reach of grammy

I hit the streets with skull tho

Blacked out could've canned me

Im just telling yall a lot of tylenol

Now yall all gotta hear me

They wishing death up on me

Body bagged they wet it on me

They probably bragged they dreaded on me

From a scallywag with no edges homie

Dip the county fast with bread up on me

I aint thinking shit

Chick thick is shit

I ain't quiting shit

Get a ticket quick

With hammer on me like im taking risk

Dumbing out

Blazer on at a party venue i'll party bend you

If niggas talking shit

Pull up on me, if u want it homie

Don't draw homie i'll spark it quick

One hundreds and dollars in Pesos

I go wherever the faith goes

Back 2 back drivers in 8 rows

30 designers that make clothes

Let me remind them I'm Ze Jov

Kill your whole line up in 3 flows

Got them rewinding my sequel

Spreading all love to my peoples

Yo vengo de abajo

Disfrutando el proceso

Más de uno se caga

Cuando de mi habla

Que fácil ha Sido

Y no es cierto

Siempre camino en la mía

Pendiente en las calles y vías

La gozan que ustedes ya van

Tranquilos que yo ya venía

De medallo para el mundo

Soy primero no segundo

Jovee me dice

Parezco Rick Ross

Por mis pulseras

Y mi cadenon

Los panas me dicen

Que yo soy la voz

Las babys me dicen

Que soy el campeón

El respeto en la calle

Me lo gané yo

Contando dinero

Me dicen patrón

Los panas me dicen

Que yo soy la voz

Las babys me dicen

Que soy el campeón

El respeto en la calle

Me lo gané yo

Contando dinero

Me dicen patrón

6 figures to alot niggas is alot figures im just flicking it

Off-White with the Prada blazer you over weight

You can't fit in it

You off white

You a proud hater

You the middle man

You ain't shipping shit

Niggas be telling me lies open ya mouth

Nigga put a stick in it

They calling my phone

Yeah they calling my phone

Yeah they wanna talk to me

Hoes calling me gorgeous now

My wife never gets bored of me

New foreigns in the forest now

I'm charging racks for a chorus now

Ready lost and i can't lose

Shout out Jus & his Nupe crew

Kappa niggas with the dance moves

Roll a round with the Bamboo

A Millie on off the grand cru

You silly wrong you a damn fool

One hundreds and dollars in Pesos

I go wherever the faith goes

Back 2 back drivers in 8 rows

30 designers that make clothes

Let me remind them I'm Ze Jov

Kill your whole line up in 3 flows

Got them rewinding my sequel

Spreading all love to my peoples

Let me speak to myself tho

Let me speak to my family

I grip the beat with a chokehold

I got a reach of grammy

I hit the streets with skull tho

Blacked out could've canned me

Im just telling yall a lot of tylenol

now yall all gotta hear me