Don Who Leo (Añejo Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Monaleo]
Ayy, Leo, ayy (Uh)

[Chorus: Monaleo]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo (b*tch)
b*tch, I called your motherf*ckin' phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, b*tch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (What?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (Boom-boom-boom)
n*gga
Pulling cards, b*tch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a sh*tty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (b*tch)
b*tches say they lookin' for me, what?
Yeah, okay let's go

[Verse 1: Monaleo]
Don Julio demon but this face look like an angel, n*gga (b*tch)
Bad b*tches gettin' drunk (Yeah) as f*ck in the club grabbin' our ankles, n*gga (Let's go)
Thirty inches don't tangle (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
I'm taking ass pics with the angles
Huh, I'm a bad b*tch likе my mama (Huh?), n*gga these good genes like Wrangler (Let's go)
Hang the boobs out, so the dudes out
They like "Let me see" (Thot)
Whose house? I really run sh*t like I'm DMC (Whose house?)
'Cause I got these n*ggas lined up like the DMV (sl*t)
Okay, my house so motherf*ckin' (Yeah, yeah) big look like a bnb (Let's go)
He come off the head and nothing else, can't stick no D in me (sl*t)
Huh, the head good, he went to college, ICDC (Thot)
He wanna be the only n*gga, b*tch, it ain't no I in team, come on
[Chorus: Monaleo & Rob49]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo (b*tch)
b*tch, I called your motherf*ckin' phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, b*tch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (What?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (Boom-boom-boom)
n*gga
Pulling cards, b*tch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a sh*tty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (b*tch, the biggest, aha)
b*tches say they lookin' for me, what? I say, "Who? Leo?" (Huh? Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo (Yeah)
Bet that n*gga can't even pay yo' bills (Yeah), what you need him for? (Why?)
Bae, I'm stuck in the studio, I ain't cheatin', you ain't gotta call my phone
I ain't gone lie, that pus*y extra bald (Yeah), look like 2Pac on it
Pfft, sh*t, money ain't nothin', I'll boss a b*tch up, yup (Yeah)
Get spoiled so much she mad when ion take her shopping, she mad for months (Yeah)
I ain't even gone lie, I'm in the club right now turnt, Percs sittin' on my tongue (Woo)
I'm ahead, I don't want my girl 'round none of these n*ggas, yeah baby, f*ck 'em (Yeah)
That sh*t so good, I nutted (Woo)
Last n*gga ain't on nothin' (Yeah)
On 1942, that Julio, this sh*t cost money (For real)
On buku liquor, I ain't even gon' lie, bae, I'll take honey (For real)
He ain't f*ckin' you right, bae, f*ck him
She ain't f*ckin' me right, bae, f*ck her
[Chorus: Monaleo]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo
b*tch, I called your motherf*ckin' phone, that's how you do me, ho?
Ayy, b*tch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio
n*gga
Pulling cards, b*tch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a sh*tty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (b*tch)
b*tches say they lookin' for me, what? I say, "Who? Leo?"