Whores, blow, crystal bottles
The cash arrives, I want to blow it
I bring the hottest from all of Instagram
Pretty body, that ass is natural
You want a man with chocolates and flowers
Girl, I'll even give you a few hickeys
But don't tell anyone we sparked the blunts
Because your friends are going to envy you
How I love what fame does
I look like I’m from the mafia
I look real gangsta in Dolce Gabbana
And a shitload of girls know my bed
Babe, don't worry because here there's no problem
Oh man, because here there's no problem, buddy Jorsshh
Private jet, the buds are straight weed
Come here, mami, bounce on me a few times
It's already dawn, that's two benders so far
It's not my fault that she gets herself going
I floor the square-body truck and roll a few fatties
Drinking like hell, the corridos playing
My money belt is full of wads of cash
I've got enough cash for any whorehouse to have me sucked off
How I love what fame does
I look like I’m from the mafia
I look real gangsta in Dolce Gabbana
And a shitload of hotties know my bed
Babe, don't worry because here there's no problem
Because here there's no problem
And up with the SM Company, man