(Zaytoven)

Mexicano, I'm workin' like I'm Mexicano
New persona, I'm movin' on from Ferragamo
Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah)
Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future)

Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this (yeah)
Smokin' out the pound, I'm so used to this (I swear)
I know where I'm from and I got used to this
Mansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future)

Psycho booty bitches, I got used to this
This ice floodin' my wrist, I done got used to this
Tropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors
Sellin' dope all my life, I can't do minimum wage (nah)
Dirty-dirty money, I got used to this (gang)
I give you my whole heart 'til it ain't nothin' to give (Future)
You know how far we came if you know where we been (Freebandz)
How many niggas you know can hop in the Benz?
Be honest to yourself, don't you never pretend (tell 'em)
Don't ever play yourself, know when it all begins (you know)
I had put my back against the wall (and what?)
Tell me that I don't deserve to ball

Mexicano, I'm workin' like I'm Mexicano
New persona, I'm movin' on from Ferragamo
Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna
Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (yeah)

Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this
Smokin' out the pound, I'm so used to this
I know where I'm from and I got used to this
Mansion in the hills, I got used to this

Lambo' come alive, man, I'm used to this
No one looks surprised cause we used to this
I'ma make sure that we get used to this
Treat my brother's kids like they one of my kids
Never lookin' back on it, we did what we did
Could never find the time for the people I miss
Thought they had my back against the wall
Tell me that I don't deserve to ball
Well, then tell me who deserve it
Eyes gettin' low but I'm still observin', I see you lurkin'
Never see me out in person, I'm always workin'
Money on your head if you make a nigga nervous
Never made a move out here unless I was certain
Tatted on me, but this shit is deeper than the surface
I'm with everyone that I was here with in the first place
Makin' sure that they all good before they close the curtain

Mexicano, I'm workin' like I'm Mexicano
New persona, I'm movin' on from Ferragamo
Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah)
Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future)

Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this
Smokin' out the pound, I'm so used to this
I know where I'm from and I got used to this
Mansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future)

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh Writer/s: Aubrey Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn, Xavier Dotson
Publisher: Payday Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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