[Intro]
Why can I hear nothing in my headphones?
I like that shit, yeah
[Hook]
Got my body right 'cause that weather gettin' hot
There's a thousand woman out of here, don't blow up the spot
It's summer in my city, now somebody gettin' shot (Wait, what?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
Still Jamaica sippin', chili powder on my mangos (Yeah)
Smokin' big boosa, bitch, count up my bank roll (Count it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
[Verse 1]
DJ played that classic Dono Ma, baby, come throw that ass
Geeked up off some dirty white, I ain't talkin' trailer trash
Last time you felt somethin' like this, fresh prince was with that Jazzy Jeff
Another summer, black out drunk, okay, baby, we closed the Devil
Why you kill my vibe? (Vibe)
Tequila's squirtin' lime (Lime)
I might let you lick the rip, place your bets, I'm gone' lick
Show some skin, you got more flavors than the [?]
On this Cleopatra Jones, you ain't never need a pharoah, arrow to the heart, your cup is overflowing with sangria (Yeah)
Bikini top with baggy jeans, oh, you think you a Leo or Selena
Need a sky a Trina, Ivy Queen, Adidas, bro
Seen you at the Lock and Key with all your friends, I need 'em all
[Pre-Hook]
Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to play
This ain't cuffin' season, this that get some money in L.A
Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to flex
This ain't cuffin' season, this that fuck somebody in they necks
[Hook]
Got my body right 'cause that weather gettin' hot
There's a thousand woman out of here, don't blow up the spot
It's summer in my city, now somebody gettin' shot (Wait, what?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
Still Jamaica sippin', chili powder on my mangos (Yeah)
Smokin' big boosa, bitch, count up my bank roll (Count it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
[Verse 2]
Fresh fruit, diced up
Soft skin, mental health
Triple-digit heat, lookin' fly, but we live in hell (Hell)
You off mojitos and mimosas toasted at the brunch (Yeah)
I'm at the after-hours smokin' blunts, they filled with lust
Dawn to dusk and back again, tattoo on her abdomen
Ignoring half the men approaching 'til she wanna cash them in
Now, what's the point of Sunday parties sippin' fruit today?
We bounce to different countries when that weather start to change
Name a better price, I could name about fifty
I would point 'em out to you but you'd never be there with me
You got one girl, well, I had about fifty
'Til the vatos with the burners and the function started trippin'
[Pre-Hook]
Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to play
This ain't cuffin' season, this that get some money in L.A
Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to flex
This ain't cuffin' season, this that fuck somebody in they necks
[Hook]
Got my body right 'cause that weather gettin' hot
There's a thousand woman out of here, don't blow up the spot
It's summer in my city, now somebody gettin' shot (Wait, what?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
Still Jamaica sippin', chili powder on my mangos (Yeah)
Smokin' big boosa, bitch, count up my bank roll (Count it up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Get you some (Get you some)
