Mexico

I want to go to Mexico
I want to go to Mexico
Boss up
I want to go to Mexico
I heard they got 'em for the low
She wonder why my wrist, it glow
Because I came from Mexico
I wanna go to Mexico (x3)
I heard they got 'em for the low
I know that they cheaper, they driving a Jeep
I’m up in the kitchen, I’m whipping a pigeon
I heard amigo got it for the low low
I wanna go to Mexico
I go to Africa to get my diamonds
I go to L.A. just to change the climate
I go to Miami, they dig my ho
But for the blow I wanna go to Mexico
I know that they snitching, I know that they snitch
I’m up in they kitchen
These bitches, they lovin' the way that I kick it
Big bankroll on me you can’t fold
Shooters on four corners, that mean they better go
Stop talking the blow, you ain’t been in them kitchens
Like Nikes go check cause I got a witness
We take 'em to waist, we turn 'em to fifties
No re-rock
Boy, I got soldiers, no Reeboks
Push that young back, a 3−5
We come from Amsterdam in a foreign baby
Yeah, I’m in a Lamb
With a grip on it, wanna let you know
Gotta take a trip to Mexico
And make that shit right back
No center, I got a sack
Green Bay, yeah, I got the pack
I flip it, go get my racks
Then re-up and reload
And what’s on my wishlist is Mexico
I wanna go to Mexico
I wanna go to Mexico
I wanna go to Mexico