BabyMexiKo - Why? Lyrics

I'm on the way to the top
Bitch, you don't really kn-know me
I had to cut my friends off
They was just acting too phony
I was just chasin' the bag
Making the run and the slabs
Getting the money that you
Wish that you, wish that you had
Now i'm just stuntin', my bad
F*cking your bitch in the cab
Tell me why you look so sad
Bitch, look at me dab
Living my life to the max
Can't get no refunds, my bad
I'm not her daddy but she call me that

Got the hundreds in the bag
Bag full of Gucci tags
Got the Glock, i was strapped
Hit the whip, Maybach
Hit that biddie from the back
RIP X, run it back
Told the BAESIK run it back
Heard a nigga talking smack
Smack a pussy with a rack
F*cked his bitch, made it clapped, ay
I'm on a fast track, uh
Sippin' on drank, I'm a fast track nigga, uh
I'm a comeback nigga
Eat a bitch out
Imma smash that with you
Imma pass that with you
Imma dash that with you
In the strip club, Imma rain on a stripper
Imma rain on a stripper
Put my dick in a stripper
If a nigga snitch, PERCOCET gon kill him

See, I've been chillin'
Making these moves, guess you can call me a villain
Stacking the paper, where, uh
Straight the the ceiling
150 on me, Louie V, diamond rings
Got half a milli coming in
This just in, you's a bitch
Late news, get a grip

That's why, I'm on the way to the top
I'm on the way to the top
I'm on the way to the top
I'm on the way to the top