Bachata
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give em' no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
(Been working hard ain't no letting up)
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give him no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
I need me a hundred grand
For my momma
Give me some rubber bands
Make it proper
Give me the cash in hand
Want no drama
Light him up if he talking crazy
(Who dat boy on the gram man he looking wavy)
So you all on my page like, Ouuu
See you liking my pics
How you doing baby?
Got a Yvng nigga lit how I flexed up
Know I'll be next up
Stacking my bread up, uh
Thought he had sum to say
Till he stepped up
Bring the Beretta
That boy getting swept up
Need a bitch who gon' help
Clean the mess up
On her knees and she
Sucking the rest up
She a skeez I don't fall for the pressure
She wanna leave
Then it's just like I met her
Hit it once again
Need a stretcher
Then I'm calling her friends see who better
I keep changing it up like the weather
Know I'm a dog but she loving the pleasure
Look, This shit can get messy
Real dirty
You just got you some pack
Now you feel worthy
I just hit from the back then I leave early
I ain't staying the night so bout 12:30
It was 12:30 she was still lurking
Hit her up on the gram
She was still hurting
She was like "You the man"
And she still flirting
Coming in wit a plan
And it's still working
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give him no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
(Been working hard ain't no letting up)
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give him no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
I need me a hundred grand
For my momma
Give me some rubber bands
Make it proper
Give me the cash in hand
Just wait till I pop out
Wit some diamonds and VV's
Jewelry shining whenever you see me
That nigga broke I know he wanna be me
But he stealing my style that's a repeat
Jumping up, like I'm making a play
Hit a jugg, that's a lot in the safe
When I'm pulling up
You got nothing to say
Digging in the glove
Nigga know imma spray
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give em' no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
(Been working hard ain't no letting up)
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give him no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
I need me a hundred grand
For my momma
Give me some rubber bands
Make it proper
Give me the cash in hand
Want no drama
Light him up if he talking crazy
(Who dat boy on the gram man he looking wavy)
So you all on my page like, Ouuu
See you liking my pics
How you doing baby?
Got a Yvng nigga lit how I flexed up
Know I'll be next up
Stacking my bread up, uh
Thought he had sum to say
Till he stepped up
Bring the Beretta
That boy getting swept up
Need a bitch who gon' help
Clean the mess up
On her knees and she
Sucking the rest up
She a skeez I don't fall for the pressure
She wanna leave
Then it's just like I met her
Hit it once again
Need a stretcher
Then I'm calling her friends see who better
I keep changing it up like the weather
Know I'm a dog but she loving the pleasure
Look, This shit can get messy
Real dirty
You just got you some pack
Now you feel worthy
I just hit from the back then I leave early
I ain't staying the night so bout 12:30
It was 12:30 she was still lurking
Hit her up on the gram
She was still hurting
She was like "You the man"
And she still flirting
Coming in wit a plan
And it's still working
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give him no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
(Been working hard ain't no letting up)
I don't even know Spanish but
The choppa gon' make him dance
Bachata, I give him no advance
Like we got him
Fuck if we take a chance
Bust ya mata
Working hard ain't no letting up
I need me a hundred grand
For my momma
Give me some rubber bands
Make it proper
Give me the cash in hand
Just wait till I pop out
Wit some diamonds and VV's
Jewelry shining whenever you see me
That nigga broke I know he wanna be me
But he stealing my style that's a repeat
Jumping up, like I'm making a play
Hit a jugg, that's a lot in the safe
When I'm pulling up
You got nothing to say
Digging in the glove
Nigga know imma spray
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Writer(s): Julius Gonzalez
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