Yeah yeah yeah yeah aye
Yeah you know
Jony Cash
Foreign on the beat
Ya dig
Woah woah woah aye
Bad bitch on my line told me pull up
Yeah aye aye
Bad bitch on my line told me pull up
Yeah aye aye
Bad bitch on my line told me pull up
Earthquake on my waist don't get shook up
If you ain't talking bout no money shut the fuck up
I can't even leave the country still in Europe
How the fuck a nigga global with no passport
I ain't fucking with the judge ain't tryna see the court
First car that I get gotta be a sport
Bitch I'm a star I should probably join the Space Force
She want diamonds on her neck but she can't even cook
And these shoes on my feet
Made ya look
I don't even got a boss I can't get laid off
3,2,1 bitch I'm finna take off
With my snow bunny
Got her nose runny
Jony so cunning
Try us then we gunning
He my son I'm sunny
Put him on some money
Show ya how to stretch it
Stretch it like a bungee
Futuristic like I'm Halo
She shaped like she J-Lo
I see an E.T. when I look in el espejó
Alien Lil Mayo
I'm hot like volcanoes
I think that I'm Plato
He dumber than potatoes
I make art for the aliens
Yeah
I make art for the aliens
Aye
I make art for the aliens
Yeah
I make art for the aliens
Bad bitch on my line told me pull up
Earthquake on my waist don't get shook up
If you ain't talking bout no money shut the fuck up
I can't even leave the country still in Europe
Bad bitch on my line told me pull up
Earthquake on my waist don't get shook up
If you ain't talking bout no money shut the fuck up
I can't even leave the country still in Europe
Yeah I do it for the aliens
Aye
Bitch I do it for the aliens
Aye aye yeah yeah aye
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