Que Tu Dice? (feat. Omy de Oro)

CashMoneyAP
Wuh, First Day of Class
Everything Foreign

Crazy, what are you saying? That I've grown up?
Bastard, well, of course, before I was screwed up
Now I'm in the Mercedes and I don't even drive it
In this shit, bastards, they're my sons
Crazy, what are you saying? That I've grown up?
Bastard, well, of course, before I was screwed up
Now I'm with models that I can't even keep up with
And unintentionally look at what I've become

And watch out, I started the drill, Iverson in the year two thousand
I cook these tracks, sometimes I throw them on the grill
The account was empty, but I already refilled it
And monthly I'm smoking three thousand
They throw, but I always come out and overshadow them
I'm thrown back smoking a cigarette
The rookie who has them sitting on the bench
Every time it's my turn at bat, I hit it out
I'm still in my normal, even though I'm kind of abnormal
You keep being a waterboy, I'm in the starting lineup
Your flow made in China, you had to go look for it
If you want, I can lend you mine to make you sound

Crazy, what are you saying? That I've grown up?
Bastard, well, of course, before I was screwed up
Now I'm in the Mercedes and I don't even drive it
In this shit, bastards, they're my sons
Crazy, what are you saying? That I've grown up?
Bastard, well, of course, before I was screwed up
Now I'm with models that I can't even keep up with
And unintentionally look at what I've become

I became what they didn't want
While they were sleeping, I was hustling on my own
They want to walk with me, those who didn't follow me
My value is rising like the squares they send to the USA, ha
I lack nothing now, bastard, I live like a king
We have money, we have guns
Talk tough, bastard, and we'll make you turn around
In this world surrounded by evil, you can't be good
I respect everyone, but I fear no one
Bastard, I'm on fire and I don't burn
Like Barry Bonds, hitting home runs with the bases loaded
The fucking beast, they call me the GOAT
At least twenty grand if you want a show
My neck is cold, I don't go out without a coat
In Miami in the Lambo or on the boat
Bottles of Space in the bucket
We're gonna chop the hand off anyone who touches me
I have the sticks ready for when the war breaks out

What are you saying? That I've grown up?
I'm in the truck and the Phillies are lit
And if one falls, I pull out the ticket and I front it
And whatever happens after that is not my problem
Crazy, what are you saying? That I've grown up?
Bastard, well, of course, before I was screwed up
Now I'm with models that I can't even keep up with
And unintentionally look at what I've become

Bro, what are you saying?
Gotta give you light
Don't call me if it's not for real
I'm not with people
Rolling hard
Give me a stack of bands
We'll talk when we talk
I'm changing the number