Miura P400

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

I don’t have the 'ghini, but I got the Lambo
The smoke and the tickets are flying high
Whenever I go out, I’m ghosting
Whether it’s good or bad, I’m hustling

I like you, and God knows for how long
I don’t go to church, but you got me praying
Heard they’re bothering you
I’ll send the whole crew, just tell me how many

Like the sun, I’ll give you all day
Motomami, Rosalía, yeah
You’re in a whole different league
He says she’s his, and she says she’s mine

Like the sun, I’ll give you all day, yeah
Motomami, Rosalía
You’re in a whole different league
He says she’s his, and she says she’s mine

Like my weed, so exotic
Heart’s black, she’s so gothic
Your tits and my Glock, all plastic
I looked into her eyes, and she came to hook up

We’re not on Twitter, but I wanna start that thread
Baby hit the gym, but honestly, she just lost another pound
Others throw shots, but I stay chill
It’s just that I move the greens, got the attitude, the style

I’m cruising the hills at two hundred in the Ferrari
I feel the drugs are necessary, yeah
Disappointed, babe
At least, I’ll die a millionaire

Like the sun, I’ll give you all day, yeah
Motomami, Rosalía, yeah
You’re in a whole different league
He says she’s his, and she says she’s mine

Like the sun, I’ll give you all day, yeah
Motomami, Rosalía
You’re in a whole different league
He says she’s his, and she says she’s mine

At least, I’ll die a millionaire
At least, I’ll die a millionaire

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