[Intro]
B-B-Bankroll Got It
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I'm in a 1982 Mercedes Benz, burnin' rubber
Bitch, this ain't no play-play shit—I'm bringin' Ms to my mother
On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker
Errybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other
I'm in a 1982 Mercedes Benz, burnin' rubber
Bitch, this ain't no play-play shit—I'm bringin' Ms to my mother
On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker
Errybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
If you hate me, then you hate me dry, and we know that's fo' sho'
My dad taught me how to keep it gangsta
It ain't no ho inside my soul
Better revalue why you here, play yo' part, and help row this boat
I love too hard, so if yo' loyalty ain't there, then you gots to go
Don't play wit' me, play wit' yo' pussy
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Just walked up outside yo' mama house smellin' like straight budussy
I'm a glad Texan Mexican, I got a country grammar
You can call me Jim Adler; hit her ahh with the Texas hammer—huh!
Money-makin' Mexican, that's what I am—huh!
Fuck everybody, do this shit for the fam—huh!
Baby say she love me; I don't give a damn—huh!
Fuck them lil' pork chops, lil' bitch—I'm 'bout to go in HAM
I just kick back and watch the route—got me feelin' like I'm Cam
Wild boy just like I'm Steve-O, kick-flippin' money like Bam
Sippin' drank in New York City, I pour a tre out for Yams
Just rolled an eighth out the Jordan pack, got it hidden like it's wham
B-B-Bankroll Got It
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I'm in a 1982 Mercedes Benz, burnin' rubber
Bitch, this ain't no play-play shit—I'm bringin' Ms to my mother
On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker
Errybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other
I'm in a 1982 Mercedes Benz, burnin' rubber
Bitch, this ain't no play-play shit—I'm bringin' Ms to my mother
On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker
Errybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
If you hate me, then you hate me dry, and we know that's fo' sho'
My dad taught me how to keep it gangsta
It ain't no ho inside my soul
Better revalue why you here, play yo' part, and help row this boat
I love too hard, so if yo' loyalty ain't there, then you gots to go
Don't play wit' me, play wit' yo' pussy
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Just walked up outside yo' mama house smellin' like straight budussy
I'm a glad Texan Mexican, I got a country grammar
You can call me Jim Adler; hit her ahh with the Texas hammer—huh!
Money-makin' Mexican, that's what I am—huh!
Fuck everybody, do this shit for the fam—huh!
Baby say she love me; I don't give a damn—huh!
Fuck them lil' pork chops, lil' bitch—I'm 'bout to go in HAM
I just kick back and watch the route—got me feelin' like I'm Cam
Wild boy just like I'm Steve-O, kick-flippin' money like Bam
Sippin' drank in New York City, I pour a tre out for Yams
Just rolled an eighth out the Jordan pack, got it hidden like it's wham
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