Cash Flow

Mucho gozamos Allá en el Congo, bailando bugalú Mucho gozamos Allá en el Congo I said I'm back in my ends for the weekend, hotline keeps blingin' Hit the plug for a drop 'cause I stacked my guap when hear that whip, I'm geekin' We keepin' it, shh, on 'em trap phones, and straight dodgin' the feds on the back roads Yeah, I just want money so they can get hit on the way if they fuck with my cash flow, ayy Hotline keeps blingin' (bailando bugalú), my brothers in the front line stay chingin' On the weekend I get too faded, I'm coked up, so on the weekdays still pingin' And if you talk too tough I'll do one better, falsetto this Glock'll start singin' Drrah-na (grraa-bah-bah-bah, grrt), sss, damn man now my ears ringin' (fuck off, bailando bugalú) Gettin' that bag, and I'm flippin' it, stay makin' 'em P's while I've got the drip Keep yappin' 'cause I keep a tight grip, don't show your face here and let me catch you slip Sit back, laugh with the gang Have a toast over dogs that they've knocked and the points that we've scored Too many smart mouths and gangstas talkin' all that gas on my mum's in your neck you'll get bored I said I'm back in my ends for the weekend, hotline keeps blingin' Hit the plug for a drop 'cause I stacked my guap when hear that whip, I'm geekin' (grrt) We keepin' it, shh, on 'em trap phones, and straight dodgin' the feds on the back roads Yeah, I just want money so they can get hit on the way if they fuck with my cash flow, ayy Kick back with the whole gang, and it's off chain like honestly (brrah) Then I link up with my old ting, then I'm boltin' for the robbery But where did he go? I heard his gang got took like a repo I heard his gang talk shit like Rico with no kilos, now that's ego 'Cause I slid to your ends like Toosie (bailando bugalú) You said you're runnin' with a gat, must be puffin' on whoopty Quit smokin' on Zazas 'cause I'll send you some gratas, aimed at you and your partners On God I'm flexin', wanna test me? Come get me, I'm hittin' the cha-cha 'Cause I'm scorin' like Messi, gettin' messy, come press me, I'll kick off your rocker (brrah, pussy) Hotline keeps blingin' (grrt-bah-bah-bah) Hit the plug for a drop 'cause I stacked my guap when hear that whip, I'm geekin' We keepin' it, shh, on 'em trap phones, and straight dodgin' the feds on the back roads Ayy, TAKTiX, lemme talk to these fuck heads real quick (yeah, fuckin' oath brother) They claimin' that they in the streets, but when we pullin' up, I'm not hearin' a beat (shh) I'm not sayin' my name, 'cause they know who I am, so I know they're not fuckin' with me In Cranbourne, we don't play fair, I'ma bring a Rambo to a meet And if they wanna fist fight, come here cunt, I'ma grip on my blade and just swing (ah-ooh) (Bailando bugalú) I'm not an influence, be a civilian, road isn't made for ya (not made for a shit) Pew, that's your brother runnin', Uzzo nobodies savin' ya (sprinter, sprinter) You're a baby 'cause so when I'm fresh off tour, please do not fuck with my cash flow 'Cause Ronnie wasn't lyin', when you movin' through the seven, you need that tax, bro (bailando bugalú) I'm feelin' like takin' his life, once I'm backin' my shank send him off to the grave Then continue with life like I never did it, 'cause the hotline still blingin' like Drake So when you see us in the seven, just me and my brethrens, don't act so brave 'Cause we saw your cousin get-got last week, and I swear that we'll do you the same Get the fuck out my face (bailando bugalú)