mexico
Huh, yeah
Live from Mexico
Baby, I been on a boat
Always on the go
CEO of CEOs
Where to find some blow?
Please keep up, you're movin' slow
Wait, stop, tell me now
Heard about my bank account?
Golden mattress
Mansion Calabasas
Bust down, back it up
Love it when she actin' up
Clap, clap, clap your hands
Let me see your money dance
Fuck you! Pay me!
Huh, business man baby!
Sheesh! Out in Tijuana
Mexico City too hot in the summer
With CEO in the back of the hummer
And a couple girls they dancin' to Gunna
Shut up! Baby girl but it in butter
Every time I do a dance, double up the come up
Double up my commas, double shot of vodka water
And my Prada's, I'm a modеst boy
How you think I got this? (Sheesh)
Cocaine, I took down like 4 bags
Mexico, no pricе tag
Stack them up like zig-zags
Oh, C-E-O
Why they on our tail?
Never catch us, ay-o
We get out on bail, yo
From your hands, to your feet
Everybody rock with me
Soakin' in the scenery
Last time you'll be seein' me!
Wait! Now, fuck it up!
They let me smoke at the back of the club
Double cup after double cup
I got the feds all fed up
Oh, 3-2-1
You need to have more fun (Woah)
Fuck it up, baby, just fuck it up
I got 2 cups on me, they double stuffed (Sheesh!)
Fill it up, drink it up, fill it up, drink it
Mexico City doin' big boy business
Huh, C-E-O-O-O-O-O
Live from Mexico
Baby, I been on a boat
Always on the go
CEO of CEOs
Where to find some blow?
Please keep up, you're movin' slow
Wait, stop, tell me now
Heard about my bank account?
Golden mattress
Mansion Calabasas
Bust down, back it up
Love it when she actin' up
Clap, clap, clap your hands
Let me see your money dance
Fuck you! Pay me!
Huh, business man baby!
Sheesh! Out in Tijuana
Mexico City too hot in the summer
With CEO in the back of the hummer
And a couple girls they dancin' to Gunna
Shut up! Baby girl but it in butter
Every time I do a dance, double up the come up
Double up my commas, double shot of vodka water
And my Prada's, I'm a modеst boy
How you think I got this? (Sheesh)
Cocaine, I took down like 4 bags
Mexico, no pricе tag
Stack them up like zig-zags
Oh, C-E-O
Why they on our tail?
Never catch us, ay-o
We get out on bail, yo
From your hands, to your feet
Everybody rock with me
Soakin' in the scenery
Last time you'll be seein' me!
Wait! Now, fuck it up!
They let me smoke at the back of the club
Double cup after double cup
I got the feds all fed up
Oh, 3-2-1
You need to have more fun (Woah)
Fuck it up, baby, just fuck it up
I got 2 cups on me, they double stuffed (Sheesh!)
Fill it up, drink it up, fill it up, drink it
Mexico City doin' big boy business
Huh, C-E-O-O-O-O-O
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Writer(s): Garrett Hartnell, Julien Bruce
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