Modo Capone (part. Chino Pacas y Drake)

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yo

I’m on a hot streak, man
The girls love the scent of Dior
They dig my style, I turn up the heat
Breaking records like LeBron
And I roll with the crew
If one doesn’t pass, then I don’t pass either
Playing it slick, got that swagger
Kisses for all, I don’t even feel love anymore

The girl’s calling me
Wants me in her bed, strawberries and cocaine
Travis is bumping
I like to rock Cubans, money is power

And let the stacks keep coming, bro
The real pressure, man
And it’s Fuer-za Re (Hey, hey)
Eh-eh, eh-eh

You look better with me
I got some girls hitting me up on the phone
Back in Culiacán, washing the old man’s money
And the weed is fire, I’m rolling a big one
Baby, gorgeous, tell me now
They all say daddy, but I want no love
Heading to Toronto, the old man’s plaza
You can see the watch, Rolex, a big melon

The girl’s calling me
Wants me in her bed, strawberries and cocaine
Travis is bumping
I like to rock Cubans, money is power

Pure 413, bro
We keep grinding, little dog
And here we are, La Empresa SM
With the PFL
We locked in with The 6, uh-ah!

The girl’s calling me
Wants me in her bed, strawberries and cocaine
Travis is bumping
I like to rock Cubans, money is power