[Intro]
I didn't ask for help, me keeping in touch, might as well snow
Stark naked without my Glock, I need a doctor to be revived
Death is free if I'm being real, better talk to a mute
I'd rather hit a wall than retreat (Huh)
A few fellas to take care of before being held accountable
A few millions to bandage my wounds
She only thinks about me, I only think about… dough (Dough)
[Chorus]
Rosa, I'm a fuck dawg, and I started without a euro
Sosa, Tony, Sosa, we catching you in villages where they put holes in road signs
Beaux-arts, already too late, my brothers stained their mano
Mozart, we kill the way we flirt, oh (Oh)
[Verse]
Too many grams for it to be grams, if we ridin around, you better watch your back (Oh)
I'm back home alive, not all pathetic anymore, gotta get firepower that perforates backseats (Crook shit)
Suit on, they thought they saw a star sipping cognac seated at the bar (Take this)
Them motherfuckers appreciated me a lot more when I was broke (No)
Wait, let me pay the bill, your body belongs to me, let me pay for the dress (Yes)
I stayed on track, for a third of that, bro would've already sold his soul (Mathafack)
Nothing legal, they gonna search my car, but I know the game
The difference, shit's simple, they saw me surrounded by ash, but I saw the fire, you fuck
You know the case is bound (Paw, paw) to cause you problems
I smile at speed cameras, you're the boss of fuck-what (Ah)
I pull up just to get paid
[Bridge]
Dawg, what you playing at? Got the whole stock, the outside will shock you if you ain't awake
You make a lot of money but from dickriding, I still haven't found my car keyed
[Chorus]
Rosa, I'm a fuck dawg (Oh)
Sosa, Tony, Sosa (Tony, Sosa, oh)
Beaux-arts, already too late (It's already too late oh)
Mozart, we kill the way we flirt, oh (Crook shit)
Rosa, I'm a fuck dawg (Oh)
Sosa, Tony, Sosa (Tony, Sosa, oh)
Beaux-arts, already too late (It's already too late oh)
Mozart, we kill the way we flirt, oh (Huh)
[Bridge]
I'm a fuck dawg (I'm a fuck dawg)
The savings account is on 'roid, fucker (Tony, Sosa, Tony, Sosa)
Fuck the hype, it's only hype (Beaux-arts, already too late, already too late)
The S in this bitch ass! (19)
We kill how we flirt (Take this, crook shit, here, take this, huh)
[Chorus]
Rosa, I'm a fuck dawg (Oh, J.V.L.I.V.S)
Sosa, Tony, Sosa (Tony, Sosa, oh)
Beaux-arts, already too late (It's already too late oh)
Mozart, we kill the way we flirt (Take this), oh (Take this, take this)