Ricco - Guapanese lyrics

[Chorus] Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin' on you I be dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping three, all I speak Is Guapanese' [Verse 1] Yeaa I'm fitted up in cashmere Saucin' since like last year Counting commas, cashier And They be coming back here Shawty got a fat rear Girl come Bring that Ass near Ill get your jaw Dropping down to the floor When I go in feel it down in your toes Baby girl dripping like turn off the hose Wet like an ocean my dick be the boat Wet like an ocean my dick be the boat Wet like the ocean I'm Keeping a float And I be sailing, never coming home Shawty wanna bone I come in like a hound She always hit my phone Thats why I stick around I always new they'd f** wit me Now that i got a crowd Out here making mula And I got my momma proud I'm living in the clouds Cause things been goin up My Paper planes on loud My yack on double cups I haven't had enough I haven't had enough Pullin up in Rover trucks Cause I ran out of f**s [Chorus] Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin on you I be dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping three, all I speak Is Guapanese' Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin on you flexin on you dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping 3, all I speak Is Guapanese [Verse 2] All my paper & my Stacks blue They don't think I had juice Now I'm in the fast coup Take your girl out to the bathroom In it like a cashew Eatin p**y cat food Imma Hit it from the back view Grabbing her thighs & the a** too Baby girl I'm looking at you Wit all your piercings and tattoos She got me hard like Statue I hit it twice cause I Had to But we gone keep it on the low Each time I pa** through All these baddies coming thorough an I ain't got a type Unless you just another freak then we gone go all night I do it right she grinding riding on me like A bike & I might eat the booty if the peach be lookin ripe Yea she like my taste so I'm taking her home Fendi my waist & polo on my dome Links on my neck that's gold on every Spot Ice on my wrist I can feel the frost I see No time ever left on my watch I see only the gold that's all covered in rocks I'm in LA cause I'm after the guap & I'm still gettin paid cause i hustle Non stop [Chorus] Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin on you I be dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping three, all I speak is Guapanese' Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin on you flexin on you, dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping 3, all I speak Is Guapanese [Verse 3)] Guapanese that's all I know When I speak it on the low They don't know how I get more loot Guapanese that all I know When I speak I'm talking dough All I do is count my O's boo Sauce on me from head to toe From the ceiling to the floor Stackin pesos Like I'm suppose to Watchin me they copy me Yet they Bish on top of me Givin toppy like the pros do Like the pros do Like the hoes do Lil mama going deep She use her throat to She eating produce When she giving neck I need my Snow shoes Cause I got shawty wet That's When I go down on her leaving hickeys down her neck She calling out for Christ then begging me for rounds s** Stripping her down for the rest Gripping her thighs & her chest Kissing her down I finesse Then finish I'm Dipping to run up a check [Chorus] Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin on you I be dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping three, all I speak Is Guapanese Polo hats & a Jesus piece Dressing like I'm on a shopping spree Flexin on you, flexin on you, dropping cheese Popping tee's, copping 3, all I speak Is Guapanese