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Hola
Hola
¿Qué pasa?
¿Cómo estás?
Yeah

White lines, blue hundred dollar bills
My young boy a wizard, shootin' for that big bag like he Bradley Beal (yeah)
Pull up in that Rolls-Royce, the shit was white until (yeah)
My nigga got 10 bricks, 33 a piece, he told me "That's a steal" (33 a piece, yeah)
Pull up on your bitch playing Half-A-Mil (what up, baby? Yeah)
Touched my first million dollars, shit gave me the chills (yeah)
Used to slide through other hoods looking for a kill
Now I got a villa full of bitches and they sniffin' white lines and poppin' pills (talk to 'em)
Yeah, they wonder how the fuck I'm still winnin' (they scratchin' they head)
I got shot in my head and in my neck and I'm still grinnin' (y'all see me smilin' right?)
Yeah, brodie on parole and he still spinnin' (my niggga lurkin', he's still active)
Got two Jesus pieces on his neck and he still sinnin' (shit)

Tell me where I go from here
Tell me where the fuck I go from here
Where I go from here
Tell me where the fuck I go from here
Where I go from here
Where do I go
Where do I go