It's El OC with the Flavor
Every-every time we go out it's a motherf*cking drip
The diamonds on my body that glow in the dark
Sticks for the opps, half a million and the hoes
At the parties we have your chicks in the front row
Always-always when we go out it's a motherf*cking drip
Diamonds on my body that glow in the dark
Sticks for the opps, half a million and the hoes
At the parties we have your chicks in the front row
At home I have more panties than a Rauwlee concert
We hand out designer like it was an outlet
Welco-welcome to the penthouse
My-my people are blowing it, put on the vest
I haven't even taken off the Shells
Washing cash and it's not Vel
We set up the kiosk in the middle like it was the Bird
We're-we're in the middle of summer with Moncler jackets
Go-go look for 50 Cent when you wanna come see me
We ride Bugatti in Miami, we aren't Bad Bu or Anuel
We don't put the handgun away, like Darell's cap
We pull up and you see all the asses start to move
Patent leather Balenciagas, double C Chanel outfit
I-I'm-I'm the ghost of the trucks and the guns
I'm leaving Carola like Coscu from Palmas
OC tattoos on the tits and on the asses
We crack you on the ACT, b*stard, take it easy
We pull up and sh*t, what swagger, sh*t
She wants to make love in the club like USHER
Armored cars, we get out of the trucks
Armored cars, we get out of them
We pull up and sh*t, what swagger, sh*t
She wants to make love in the club like USHER
Armored cars, we get out of the trucks
Watch the sneakers, careful they don't scuff us
Every-every time we go out it's a motherf*cking drip
The diamonds on my body that glow in the dark
Sticks for the opps, half a million and the hoes
At the parties we have your chicks in the front row
Every time I go out they see the Flavor and they dodge
They don't give us credit, that's why they don't cop it
Stop talking about the streets
I've never seen them on the asphalt
And don't believe it, give up the leg you limp on
They didn't believe, I made them believe
And the babes hear me, their asses shake
The ones that didn't want me now fight over me
Those that I grossed out now drool over me
I f*ck them, I don't love them
After I hit them I don't complain to them
I live like I'm rich, I work like a slave
A kilo of blow, b*stard, or else I don't record
We-we-we-we got all the babes going crazy
They flash their asses, their tits at all my parties
I'm not just drippin, I'm a tsunami
Making a sh*tload of money from the music and the weed
We pull up and sh*t, what swagger, sh*t
The shorty in love with the Flavor tattooed my name
I came out and their movie went bankrupt like Blockbuster
For the hater, "Suck my d*ck, motherf*cker"
Every-every-every time we go out it's a motherf*cking drip
The diamonds on my body that glow in the dark
Sticks fo'-fo'-for the opps, half a mil and the hoes
At the parties we have your chicks in the front row
Every time we go out it's a motherf*cking drip
The diamonds on my body that glow in the dark
Sticks for the opps, half a million and the hoes
At the parties we have your chicks in the front row
Tell these people that we're like Arcángel and De La Ghetto in 2005
You already know, applying all the flavor and they freeze up, b*stard
You understand me? Uh-huh
Yo, tell me, K.A.R. Beats
The new wave, babe, the hardest ones
The ones that make them move their booty
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah