Madrid
I can't believe what I did
I got the bag and I dipped, yeah
Love with the dough and I simp
Louis V satchel equipped, yeah
She want a piece of the kid
Spanish mami from Madrid, yeah
Shorty want all of this shit
I cannot handle my bitch, no no no
We toast to the wins
I love that I'm not alone
Sun hit her skin
She got a copper tone
My mama got too much Chanel
But I just bought her more
Gifted a crib to my pops
And when we dine it's Michelin stars
I got the yacht doing 70 knots
Pull up on you baby tell me the spot
She got a man, but she see the ice
And she let the boy take a penalty shot
Nothin' but net, yeah I'm wet from the top
Hard in the paint when I step in the box
She brought a friend, it's getting intense
I put it down, had to flex to the guys
God damn
The fruit of the labor tastes sweeter
When you're the one planting the trees
God's plan
This shit was written
I live through the script can't imagine the feast
Opportunities the only type of ops that the team pay attention to
I put myself on pedestal, life is incredible
I'm working hard, I deserve it nigga
I can't believe what I did
I got the bag and I dipped, yeah
Love with the dough and I simp
Louis V satchel equipped, yeah
She want a piece of the kid
Spanish mami from Madrid, yeah
Shorty want all of this shit
I cannot handle my bitch, no no no
Carousel, oh carousel
Unparallel, how'd I make it out
Ayy look, ten thousand hours in the booth
Get money they switch up on you (whoa)
My bitch and my dogs in the coupe
Don't tell me that I gotta choose, uh
I got the I8 doin 120 on the highway
Shawty do her Tik Tok dance
I get the bag like ándale baby said "ay güey"
Then proceed to count that cash
Esto es solo para ti baby
This push to start ain't no keys baby
The cars and the crib I don't need it
So I give them to my kids and do it all over again
I put in work overtime
Threw my own party that I won't even attend
I need a change in my life, don't mean my baby
Talkin' bout beamer to Benz
She got that spicy, I think she wifey
Ooh that's my spanish mami from Madrid
I know she pricey, dip her in icy
Guess I'll be with her until the end
I can't believe what I did
I got the bag and I dipped, yeah
Love with the dough and I simp
Louis V satchel equipped, yeah
She want a piece of the kid
Spanish mami from Madrid, yeah
Shorty want all of this shit
I cannot handle my bitch, no no no
I got the bag and I dipped, yeah
Love with the dough and I simp
Louis V satchel equipped, yeah
She want a piece of the kid
Spanish mami from Madrid, yeah
Shorty want all of this shit
I cannot handle my bitch, no no no
We toast to the wins
I love that I'm not alone
Sun hit her skin
She got a copper tone
My mama got too much Chanel
But I just bought her more
Gifted a crib to my pops
And when we dine it's Michelin stars
I got the yacht doing 70 knots
Pull up on you baby tell me the spot
She got a man, but she see the ice
And she let the boy take a penalty shot
Nothin' but net, yeah I'm wet from the top
Hard in the paint when I step in the box
She brought a friend, it's getting intense
I put it down, had to flex to the guys
God damn
The fruit of the labor tastes sweeter
When you're the one planting the trees
God's plan
This shit was written
I live through the script can't imagine the feast
Opportunities the only type of ops that the team pay attention to
I put myself on pedestal, life is incredible
I'm working hard, I deserve it nigga
I can't believe what I did
I got the bag and I dipped, yeah
Love with the dough and I simp
Louis V satchel equipped, yeah
She want a piece of the kid
Spanish mami from Madrid, yeah
Shorty want all of this shit
I cannot handle my bitch, no no no
Carousel, oh carousel
Unparallel, how'd I make it out
Ayy look, ten thousand hours in the booth
Get money they switch up on you (whoa)
My bitch and my dogs in the coupe
Don't tell me that I gotta choose, uh
I got the I8 doin 120 on the highway
Shawty do her Tik Tok dance
I get the bag like ándale baby said "ay güey"
Then proceed to count that cash
Esto es solo para ti baby
This push to start ain't no keys baby
The cars and the crib I don't need it
So I give them to my kids and do it all over again
I put in work overtime
Threw my own party that I won't even attend
I need a change in my life, don't mean my baby
Talkin' bout beamer to Benz
She got that spicy, I think she wifey
Ooh that's my spanish mami from Madrid
I know she pricey, dip her in icy
Guess I'll be with her until the end
I can't believe what I did
I got the bag and I dipped, yeah
Love with the dough and I simp
Louis V satchel equipped, yeah
She want a piece of the kid
Spanish mami from Madrid, yeah
Shorty want all of this shit
I cannot handle my bitch, no no no
Credits
Writer(s): Olliver Joseph, Andrew Matson
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