[Intro]
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b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll, yeah yeah
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[Hook: $HIM $TACK$ & Tim Saunders]
Mucho Guapo, yeah I'm 'bout my Pesos
b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll
I don't gotta flex it, I just lay low
But i'mma get this money, n*gga, case closed
Mucho Guapo, yeah I'm 'bout my Pesos
b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll
I don't gotta flex it, I just lay low
But i'mma get this money, n*gga, case closed
[Verse 1: Tim Saunders]
We next up like Giraffes, aye
Playboy with the racks, aye
They still tripping off of Snacks, aye
Boy that tape is in the past, aye
Money tall, Nia Jax, wait
Jeremiah, Take It Back, woah
Money tall, Nia Jax, yuh
These ain't like most stacks, aye
This that straight fire, yeah they finna melt
This that John Cena with the Spinner Belt
This that Mayweather vs McGregor fight
This that Mayweather up in every fight
This that Joe Montana in the Super Bowl
This Jermaine and Keysha, n*gga super Cole
Big Sean flow, n*ggas lose Control
You ain't even catch it, that was super cold
Calvin, Calvin, Calvin
Tim consistent, please don't doubt him
Calvin, Calvin, Calvin
Every track might hit 1,000
Calvin Cambridge, boy
These kids just can't do what I do
Calvin Cambridge, Calvin Cambridge
It must be the shoes
[Hook: $HIM $TACK$ & Tim Saunders]
Mucho Guapo, yeah I'm 'bout my Pesos
b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll
I don't gotta flex it, I just lay low
But i'mma get this money, n*gga, case closed
Mucho Guapo, yeah I'm 'bout my Pesos
b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll
I don't gotta flex it, I just lay low
But i'mma get this money, n*gga, case closed
[Verse 2: Tim Saunders]
They be like Timmy that, Timmy this
Tim legit, Tim the sh*t
I was looking in, now I'm in this b*tch
Flow Bradley Cooper, yeah it's limitless
And I might change my number to
877-CASH-NOW
I was voted as the class clown
So I guess genetics really pass down
Cause y'all rappers are my sons
And y'all work straight comedy
I was listening to y'all SoundCloud
And I don't know who y'all trynna be
But that n*gga suck, and y'all sound just like him
We want bars, n*gga, you should write some
This flow so clean, man I look like Dyson
I got all these hits, and my hooks Mike Tyson
Cause I just might go for the knock out, yeah
I put in work then I clock out, yeah
I gave you n*ggas straight bars
For 3 years in a row so the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout
And you ain't Chris Webber, but you need a timeout
Talking bout they want some beef, lemme find out
I'm behind all these hard bars it's a crime now
Calvin Cambridge season, yeah it's my time now, and I'm finna shine now, b*tch
[Hook: $HIM $TACK$ & Tim Saunders]
Mucho Guapo, yeah I'm 'bout my Pesos
b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll
I don't gotta flex it, I just lay low
But i'mma get this money, n*gga, case closed
Mucho Guapo, yeah I'm 'bout my Pesos
b*tch I'm on a roll and it's a bank roll
I don't gotta flex it, I just lay low
But i'mma get this money, n*gga, case closed
[Verse 3: Kawaii]
Mucho guapo, so it’s Case Closed
Got a Benzo, need a Range Rover
I been flexing on them, so they hate more
b*tch we take money and we take whores
Dodge City, all my n*ggas with me
So we gotta get it, who about to stop me?
Put my di*k up in her, feel it in her liver
She stuck like a splinter, I’m a little c*cky
I’m a beast n*gga, you obese n*gga
It’s a big difference
I’m the streets n*gga, you a street n*gga
It’s a big difference
Dead these tracks and now I live with it
Ain’t no sunshine, word to Bill Withers
She a base hit but I’ma still hit her
She said she down for you but I'mma still di*k her
Stunt hard like I’m 50 Cent
Spit magic like Maleficent
Flow sound like it’s god written
So I had to get it, b*tch I’m heaven sent
But I got the devil on my shoulder
Telling me I’ll never be the best
“You been rapping since 2012
You’ll never get big like Lil West
You been doing this and you ain’t even
Got a whole lot of f*cking fans
You ain’t even got 1,000 followers
You thought you was getting found by Nick Cannon?”
n*gga I been planning, sh*t slamming
On your desk like I got the scoop
Any n*gga swear he at the top
I’mma let him drop, now we got the juice
n*gga you could never f*ck with me
Deadbeat dad, you can f*cking leave
Siamese twins because you stuck with me
Don’t bulk up, you get stuck with yeast
King Kawizzle, so official
Looking into the future and yes
Y’all got years on years of me, Tim and Shim
Dunking on yo ass, n*gga that’s game
[Outro: Allen Iverson]
How he do that?