Moschino

Smell like weed, 7 days a week
I light up some vapes and the Cuban pulls me in
It's the life I want, the women, the fame
And the money

But respect always comes first
That's why I roll around, chill, in peace
Always good vibes
Get high, girl, here in the truck

Let’s go out, don’t tell your boyfriend
Chillin' in Hawaii, we’re feeling frozen
And when I smoke
My eyes are bloodshot

I hold in the smoke
I’m feeling high, paranoid
Like a deer, I’m all over the place
Stacks of cash weigh 900 grams

They say I look like a Chinese guy
I smell like weed, the Moschino
I’m the go-to for the kilos
The favorite of the godfather

Crossing the stuff in a Cessna up in the mountains
The luxury trucks covered in sand
I got them pixelated like the ones from the SEDENA
And I have a new Mercedes to take all the girls out

Come here, my little princess
They see me smoking in front of the beach
Making donuts down the boulevard
I always manifest abundance

And it’s either rich or dead, they know it’s a damn hustle
They say I look like a Chinese guy
I smell like weed, the Moschino
I’m the go-to for the kilos

The favorite of the godfather
They say I look like a Chinese guy
I smell like weed, the Moschino
I’m the go-to for the kilos

The favorite of the godfather