Woo

Yeah, yeah
Pa-pa-pah, yeah
Ah
Bando Boyz for life (Keo), you know?
(Bando Boyz forever, you know? Eh), ajá
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Re-Re-Retromoney
Ah

Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'm all set
With my bro, making money on the down low
Eeny, miny, moe, I grabbed it and split it in two
It was your leather and I knew it, didn't matter

I throw money in the air, lands on your bitch's ass
If your boyfriend wants iron, got a choppa, let it blow
Don't mess with Keo, I mess with those hoes
You already know, pay up and then suck it

I'm focused on money and those pussies don't talk cash
Diamonds on my neck, how much is your ass worth?
Hating on me every day, and every day I'm fresh
My phone's blowing up, damn, you look like my ex

I'm not here for nonsense, moving that merchandise
I have a gorilla by my side, walking with artillery
I got two packs on my Bimmer, to pass you on the highway
We're first again, who would've thought?

I'm at the party, serving all these hoes in
In a Maserati, with my hair all crazy
But I'm full of money
She says I'm weird and she bites her lip

She tells me to the bathroom and I pull it down, and sloppy toppy
These bitches call me daddy
I'm like Julio, the rag, Spanish, dirty handsome
Bitches talking always 'bout me, yeah
Always really serious, all around me
That's why I'm skinny, but my choppas still loudy

Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'm all set
With my bro, making money on the down low
Eeny, miny, moe, I grabbed it and split it in two
It was your leather and I knew it, didn't matter

I throw money in the air, lands on your bitch's ass
If your boyfriend wants iron, got a choppa, let it blow
Don't mess with Keo, I mess with those hoes
You already know, pay up and then suck it

I feel like Bobby, bitch, I'm gettin' money, rich
Four bitches like Stitch, bitches dance on the strip
My gang in the street, they want to empty out the clip
I have to sell you and if you want to measure up

I want my bitches for me, with me and with the rag
Counting my bills just to pass the time
If she's too out of control, then change the deal
I stroll and she sees it's not that serious

I got hoes, pin and pose, chicks want overdose
Molly on her nose, her throat and my dick are coughing
She's never seen so much shine and how I change flows so much
Sorry, you're pretty, but you've screwed my bros

No trust no bitch, I don't talk to bimbos
In the bando they eat beef, no time to shuck clams
I was posting heavy, teddy, selling in Chera
And now I'm with Betty, I want to cum on her tits

Ah-ah
Let's go fium-fium, hoes
Look, that one's tough, brother