Perico - Speak

This song

Don’t forget the

Killa

I hop out that hooptie just to bang every metal

That ain’t no foot on the floor, my eyes are Christian Dior

Like I’m the baddest bitch in here, what you pressin' me for?

Hold up, I pray the universe will help me get my cash up (Yeah)

That’s on me, though, need to go and get my ass up

Go to work, my bloodline Mexican (Woo)

She send that text again askin' for the sex again, well, darling,

can we just pretend?

It never happened, I was never in your mansion

Booted off the Perico, it kept the boy from crashin' on those nights I really

needed rest (Rest)

Now what’s the issue, are you happy, are you sad, are you angry,

do you feel depressed?

You can never love me, big D or leave the country

You were only here for champagne and the fact I’m bubblin', troublin',

see my net worth doublin'

And there’s a chance it triples or it trickles like the drip at 3 AM when we

got coke and sniffles

I’d rather be with you or be alone or Bootsy Collins

Ignore the fact that you exist, I hear the money callin'

If you miss me so much, why you with somebody else?

No reply, it’s how it happens, then we say, «Goodbye»

This that celibate summer (Yeah)

Nobody gets fucked (Woah)

Except for my bank accounts (Yeah)

Look but don’t touch (Hey)

This that celibate summer (Yeah)

Nobody gets fucked (Woah)

Except for some commas (Yeah)

Look but don’t touch (Hey)

Aloe Vera heavy

Shootin' anesthetics

As if I wanna die, bitch, I been ready

Where’s that magic, girl, you practice breweria?

Well check your fuckin' fortune teller, bitch, I’m lookin', I don’t see ya

Are you up that yayyo?

You blew the payroll

It doesn’t matter if it’s cash under the table

Now we drippin' like a chemist in that V60 plus

This that celibate summer, I guess nobody gets fucked