Carne Asada

Zero zero zero, you get nada gwalla
You want that beef with me? You get Carne Asada
No new niggas with me hard to find 'em solid
My nigga smiling 'cus the money piling like a mountain, damn
Zero zero zero, pour up the four, aye
Always keep a mirror obsessed with my aura
Pussy on Akira do you want some more of it?
He gone fuck with me no matter what that whore said

Pockets real fat need three thighs
Eating on prawns oversea side
My homie serve near Surfside
Don't bring no eighth 'round me, fuck a three five
Fly G5 when I'm headed to Aruba, yelling Arriba
Pushing my fees up, step your trees up
Gucci purse I'm holding G's up
Timepiece freezer
Got three bitches with me Ibiza
Imma let you know when my time free up
Throw it so good he yelling Jesus
Nigga I ain't acting I really am a diva
I'm a captain, an overachiever
Where they go I point the arrow
Think of me highly, I'm yo hero
Where your bank account on? Zero

Zero zero zero, you get nada gwalla
You want that beef with me? You get Carne Asada
No new niggas with me hard to find 'em solid
My nigga smiling 'cus the money piling like a mountain, damn
Zero zero zero, pour up the four, aye
Always keep a mirror obsessed with my aura
Pussy on Akira do you want some more of it?
He gone fuck with me no matter what that whore said

There she go, they know Lex by the engine
Brand new Rari baby zero mileage in it
I don't like you bitches or your zero dollar niggas
Zero zero zero
I post at Yamashiro
Five star meals for a five star bitch
Anything I want I pick it up and he don't ask shit
Every time I step in somewhere new they tilt their glasses
'Ol Urkel ass bitches I taught all your classes
I know way more than you whores I'm the whole faculty
Yeah bitch talk your shit cus it's gone get back to me
I should flex a little more pull up leave you on the street since you doing all that singing
We should call you happy feet
We like black and white you bum bitches don't compare to me
You would think I'm Freddy Kreuger way these bitches scared of me
I haunt you in your sleep cus you know I'm always on his mind
Put him on your leash shawty, get him off my line
Period
I could put your shit on blast man it ain't that serious
Had to cop the Cartiers just cus I was curious
Yeah, maybe shit is overrated
Pull up in a black G Wag look like Tomb Raider
Im so cocky, I'm so cocky
All these squares trying to block me
I'm the one with the motherfucking plug, I'm the socket
Man this paper burning holes in my pockets
Basic bitches want Maseratis all you hoes need to stop it

Zero zero zero, you get nada gwalla
You want that beef with me? You get Carne Asada
No new niggas with me hard to find 'em solid
My nigga smiling 'cus the money piling like a mountain, damn
Zero zero zero, pour up the four, aye
Always keep a mirror obsessed with my aura
Pussy on Akira do you want some more of it?
He gone fuck with me no matter what that whore said



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Writer(s): Alexis Johnson
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