#Pesos lyrics

[Intro]
Bluskxy
Oh my god, Mani

[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
I just dropped a racky on my feet
If it's 'bout that money, I'm playin' for keeps
Slide on your block like I had me some skis
Pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
Mi-Mike Amiri jeans, designer fiend
I'm blowin' these racks like it don't mean a thing
Armani broke, n*gga, what do you mean?
R-run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans

[Verse 1: Armanibanz!]
R-run up on me, we turn you to a pack
SE .45 make that boy take a nap
He talkin' crazy 'till he got his sh*t cracked
F-f*ck a 9 to 5, I'm in the trap
W-walk into Saks and I got me a bankroll
Pull up on the opps, I came with my Draco
Run me my coin, b*tch, I need me them pesos
Pour up a four in my blueberry Faygo
Big bands, n*gga, f*ck that lil' 'Rari
Ain't finna play with you boys, I ain't Carti
I just f*cked this n*gga b*tch, sorry
Jump off the top rope, call me Jeff Hardy
b*tch, I'm the king of thе jungle, Mufasa
He don't wanna come out, shoot up his casa
Watеr on my neck, call me Moana
My n*gga from the UK, saw with katanas
Pour up that p, man, I'm sippin' on Wandas
Silent, all black like the cover of Donda
I'm in a SRT, you in a Honda
All my n*ggas got heat in the whip like a sauna
Sippin' on lean, man, I'm feelin' great
I can't stop 'till I see a milli on my dinner plate
She be off the yerkies, she like to perkivate
I really want this sh*t so I be workin' late
Yeah, I need me them bucks just like Giannis
I got the straps, they don't know like Adonis
I-I be real fast in the back, call me Sonic
I'm goin' up, up, up like a rocket
You need some racks, I got this chop, boy, you better get back
My n*gga MIA, flippin' them packs
I got this sh*t but you know Ima tax
[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
I-I-I just dropped a racky on my feet
If it's 'bout that money, I'm playin' for keeps
Slide on your block like I had me some skis
Pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
Mi-Mike Amiri jeans, designer fiend
I'm blowin' these racks like it don't mean a thing
Armani broke, n*gga, what do you mean?
R-run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans

[Verse 2: Slayer77]
We gon' f*ck sh*t up
We gon' f*ck sh*t up, yeah
We gon' f*ck sh*t up
Walk in that b*tch and I feel like Trippie Redd, everyone keep starin'
Uh, I don't give a f*ck if he sorry, my n*ggas will never spare him
And I got him runnin' like he is a hamster
One look at me then you gon' need some Pampers
Pop a lil' lock on that n*gga like dancers
I got 'em over here, lovin' my glamor
Takin' you walk 'round the block like a landlord
I'm here, there's nothin' to say more
Now that I'm goin', these n*ggas all hate more
All of these n*ggas, they tryin' to be me
Talkin' that sh*t, we put you on a CD
Assassin classroom, but it's not BB (it's not)
f*ck it, uh
Let the n*gga out the door like some GDs
Callin' me Johnny, these n*ggas can't see me
Leavin' my girl, that b*tch is a meanie
I'm in a hut with my jewelers, but we is not weenies
I got a Glock with a BB
These n*ggas, they tryin' to be me, yeah
[Outro: Armanibanz!]
Oh my god, Mani
I just dropped a racky on my feet
If it's 'bout that money, I'm playin' for keeps
Slide on your block like I had me some skis
Pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
Mi-Mike Amiri jeans, designer fiend
I'm blowin' these racks like it don't mean a thing
Armani broke, n*gga, what do you mean?
R-run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans
R-run up on me, we turn you to a pack
SE .45 make that boy take a nap
He talkin' crazy 'till he got his sh*t cracked
F-f*ck a 9 to 5, I'm in the trap
W-walk into Saks and I got me a bankroll
Pull up on the opps, I came with my Draco
Run me my coin, b*tch, I need me them pesos
Pour up a four in my blueberry Faygo