Black Cubans (feat. Richie Guapo)

I gave her access in excess
She drawn to success
I just want the sex

I just want the seeeeex

I gave her access in excess
She drawn to success
I just want the sex
On my wrist pateks
Ima grind forget
To god leave the rest
While i chase these checks
Yuh

While i chase these checks

I gave her access in excess
She drawn to success
I just want the sex
On my wrist pateks
Ima grind forget
To god leave the rest
While i chase these checks
Yuh

While i chase these cheeeecks

They say money don't make men
Pull up on you with some Made Men
Black Chico
I'm a different blend
Don't really rock designer brands
But on my feet
Dropped a couple bands
Gotta flex my accomplishments
Never fold
Bitch we never bend
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

When i was broke
I was just a friend
Zoned out
Til i made some ends
Getting moneys just who i am
Black Cuban
You can't comprehend
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gaaaanngggg
Yuh

No nos compares
Que no somo iguales
Una pila de fanas
Son muy abnormales
Me gustan bien locas
Que no esten estables
Palabras te cortan
Katanas, son sables
Cuchillo en espalda
Empiezan amables
No te quieras lucir con cosa que no sabes
Un cuerpo perfecto
Parece entretalle
Perreame mami
Vamos pa la calle

I gave her access in excess
She drawn to success
I just want the sex
On my wrist pateks
Ima grind forget
To god leave the rest
While i chase these checks

While i chase these checks

Shawty i need that bag ho
I can't go out sad ho
Too busy stacking cash ho
Just missed me
Smoking on pack tho
Stacked up
Racked up
Found my chance
Can't pass up
All black on
That's bad luck
In my bag
So catch up

Now who want the smoke
I got mo
Let me know

Bitch its Guap
On the block
Smoking pack
With my bro

In the Truck
With BIG TRUCK
On the dash
Its two O's
When i said it's two O's
That's a hunnit
We on GO

I said
I can't fuck with shawty
She gone fuck my money up
Ouuuuu

Sippin' on that 40
Got the 40
N its tucked
Ouuuuu

I ain't got no beef
If it's up
Then it's stuck
Ouuuuu

I been in the street
Can't get no sleep
This shit so rough

I gave her access in excess
She drawn to success
I just want the sex
On my wrist pateks
Ima grind forget
To god leave the rest
While i chase these checks
Yuh

While i chase these cheeeecks



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Morgan Terrero
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