Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Isern
Songwriter
Marcos André Rosario
Songwriter
Lyrics
Life is a bitch
Pero a mi me hace sentido now
No se como ganar sin haber trabajao
No se como parar sin haber terminao
Siento que ya extraño el juego
Y no me he retirao
El respeto de los mios I got it
La Concha me dono 3 ceros
Adentro de la wallet
Cuando Hacienda me pregunta
I don't know none about it
Ese gancho de Gervonta
Puso a comer a pales
Me & Ninety got another one
Lo que necesito one take
Hole in one
Lo hago todo for mandem
Ando en Frenchy's with some bitches
Feeling handsome
Might spend another check today
Me gusta la presión
I like to play away
Spend 350 on the parlay
Over 6.5 on DeAndre
Niggas always fronting
Thinking shit is sweet
Nos metemo a Cheetah
Feeling like the Heat
Ponte fresca mami
My pen in the sheets
Yo le llego al party
And then is just back to the suite
Yo soy un perro like DeAngelo
Brunch with a bitch
Eating canteloupe
Vestio to de blanco
Feeling like the Pope
Asesino el pussy
And then it's time to go
Fuck sleep
That's the cousin of death
Woke up, brush my teeth
Got pussy on my breath
Headache blastin'
Hey yo Easy light it up for the stress
Ratchet hoes invited
Tol' em go make a mess
How I rap and rhyme
Depends on my state of mind
Trapped in time
Ninety forever on his grind
Marry the money, loyal
Yeah we be intertwined
But baby you a dime, an exception
Let's go unwind
Jaw runner
Yeah you talking bout my net worth
While I'm busy everyday
Just plotting bout my next work
Heavy ass crown
Really start to make my neck hurt
This what you get
When you crush the game on expert
Parallel to hell
Ayo this life is bittersweet
Handing out this candy
I ain't talking trick or treat
Dropped 30 in Miami
Like I'm playing for the Heat
Running to the races
But yo ass cannot compete
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