Lyft or an Uber
I'm able to move her
Now I'm carrying a package I Imported from Cuba
Put the mac down
Bitches in the background stack Pounds, black gowns, I do this For the Kings Sactown
More than sorta lost
How much does a quarter cost
Never short a boss, especially When I border crossing
Now it's, back back back back, to To to to, make make making
Money and I can't can't can't Can't wait until these cloudy days Are sunny
Cover the door fast
I'm making more cash
Your forecast, about as long as a Whore last
I write without using ink
Liver than a human think
Room to sink
I'm about to cop a Cuban link
