Recogelo

If I stand at a traffic light, it looks like a car show
Rolls-Royce and Bugatti, putting on a show with the top down
Don't forget I come from Herrera
If the bullets run out, we'll give you a race
Stop it, fool, the ass-kisser is a traitor
I don't want suck-ups like you in my life
I grab the cash and distribute it with drones
Boss of bosses, patron of patrons
We must respect those who started with a gram
And now they dress head to toe in Ferragamo
Don't stop him, we'll hit him wherever
We're out rat-a-tat-tat with the cash we're looking for
Blow his brains out, take off the top
This car is worth the cover, this ain't no Toyota
I've been counting for like two weeks
And my grandma called me, saying she dreamt about me
Oh, child, last night I dreamt about you
And what did you dream, grandma?
Well

Dollars, euros, British pounds
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Dollars, euros, British pounds
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Dollars, euros, British pounds

Pick it up, pick it up (pick it up), pick it up, pick it up (pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up (pick it up), pick it up, pick it up (pick it up)
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Mind your own business, mind your own business
I'm looking out for myself
Mind your own business, mind your own business
I'm looking out for myself
Mind your own business, mind your own business
I'm looking out for myself
Mind your own business, mind your own business
I'm looking out for myself, looking, looking, looking
I'm looking out for myself, looking, looking, looking
I'm looking out for myself, looking, looking, looking
I'm looking out for myself, looking, looking, looking
I'm looking out for myself

Sony gave me 17 for 24 songs
I bought land from Herrera to 27th Street
You can progress, it's your way of thinking
The people around you don't let you move forward
Grab and leave, bag of salt, you don't know how to kiss
Your girl told me, we don't hang out to flirt
I land in Miami with the Opaloca movie
I have a private jet with 75 crazy ones
Look, hit the pavement, grandma, it's all there

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Pick it up, pick it up (pick it up), pick it up, pick it up (pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up (pick it up), pick it up, pick it up (pick it up)
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Knock on the door
Hey, is the dollar there? No
And pesos? No
And euros? Neither
Who are those people hanging out with?
Kid, those people are with El Alfa
Yao
Real mess, real hustle and bustle on the avenue
The Android in the flesh
Chaeel
RIP Pop Smoke, yeh
My brother, nigga