[Intro: Monaleo]
Ayy, Leo, ayy (Uh)

[Chorus: Monaleo]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo (Bitch)
Bitch, I called your motherfuckin' phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (What?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (Boom-boom-boom)
N***a
Pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (Bitch)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what?
Yeah, okay let's go

[Verse 1: Monaleo]
Don Julio demon but this face look like an angel, n***a (Bitch)
Bad bitches gettin' drunk (Yeah) as fuck in the club grabbin' our ankles, n***a (Let's go)
Thirty inches don't tangle (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
I'm taking ass pics with the angles
Huh, I'm a bad bitch likе my mama (Huh?), n***a these good genes like Wrangler (Let's go)
Hang the boobs out, so the dudes out
They like "Let me see" (Thot)
Whose house? I really run shit like I'm DMC (Whose house?)
'Cause I got these n***as lined up like the DMV (Slut)
Okay, my house so motherfuckin' (Yeah, yeah) big look like a bnb (Let's go)
He come off the head and nothing else, can't stick no D in me (Slut)
Huh, the head good, he went to college, ICDC (Thot)
He wanna be the only n***a, bitch, it ain't no I in team, come on
[Chorus: Monaleo & Rob49]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo (Bitch)
Bitch, I called your motherfuckin' phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (What?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (Boom-boom-boom)
N***a
Pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (Bitch, the biggest, aha)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? I say, "Who? Leo?" (Huh? Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo (Yeah)
Bet that n***a can't even pay yo' bills (Yeah), what you need him for? (Why?)
Bae, I'm stuck in the studio, I ain't cheatin', you ain't gotta call my phone
I ain't gone lie, that pussy extra bald (Yeah), look like 2Pac on it
Pfft, shit, money ain't nothin', I'll boss a bitch up, yup (Yeah)
Get spoiled so much she mad when ion take her shopping, she mad for months (Yeah)
I ain't even gone lie, I'm in the club right now turnt, Percs sittin' on my tongue (Woo)
I'm ahead, I don't want my girl 'round none of these n***as, yeah baby, fuck 'em (Yeah)
That shit so good, I nutted (Woo)
Last n***a ain't on nothin' (Yeah)
On 1942, that Julio, this shit cost money (For real)
On buku liquor, I ain't even gon' lie, bae, I'll take honey (For real)
He ain't fuckin' you right, bae, fuck him
She ain't fuckin' me right, bae, fuck her
[Chorus: Monaleo]
Get off that Don Julio, act a foo-leo
Bitch, I called your motherfuckin' phone, that's how you do me, ho?
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio
N***a
Pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (Bitch)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? I say, "Who? Leo?"