I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we gonna make it in a second Never disrespected plus I'm well connected With this coke that I imported, just important as your president Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7 Them 6'is, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in Rolling blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections Groupies rush holding boobies up, in my direction Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my click for nothing Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing
[Hook ] This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Cause everyday we oughta have pesos Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Cause everyday we oughta have pesos
[Verse 2 (Rocky)] Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Your bitchess said that I'm hot, man I told her I agree She going really think I'm hot, if I told her my degrees Pull up in that hard-top(vroemm), showing off my keys Grabbed by school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch double D Popping E I don't give a F, told you I'm a G A S A P, Stevie got it on his sleeve But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath Inhale exhale, cocaine X pills Import export, Harlem catch a wreck steel So mami show me how that neck feel Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill
[Hook ] This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Cause everyday we oughta have pesos Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy Cause everyday we oughta have pesos