Lyrics from Vlog

[Intro]
Musica divino, mamabicho
Eso se hace así
Oye
(Hahahaha)
Divino
Mm-mm-mm (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Girl, fuck this party, I'm just tryna get along with you
Feel like I'm JR with these cribs, boy, I'm a homeswitcher
And if the music ever fall, I'm ericdoa, kicker
You do me wrong, you not my dog, can't chase no ball with you (Ah)
I've been rich since sixteen (Ah)
Ain't no wonder why the grown men hate me (Ah)
Popstar like JB
Could hold hands but I'm not your— (Oye, ah)
Need to watch your back, I ain't giving out daps, better watch your head (Watch your ass)
Why you walk like that? Why you talk like that? He is not my mans
I'm pushing music like crack rock
I got millions stuffed in a laptop (Ah)
I like my women with ass shots
Your boyfriend at my show, he a mascot (Yeah)
I believe it or not likе Ripley
You ain't talkin' 'bout bread, boy, miss me
Can't lеt a broke boy try to bitch me
I count blues, what the fuck is a fifty?
[Chorus]
Gotta stay alert (Gotta stay alert)
'Cause I know that they lurk ('Cause I know that they lurk)
Same ones that smiling
Are the the ones that do you dirt
Can't stop feeling in pain (In pain)
So I'll put this shit in a verse (Put in a verse)
I spent years dishing out my swag
I don't care if I did shit first (Oh yeah)
Rather make money than ever let internet shit get on my nerves
No, I can't let this— (I can't let this go, uh)

[Verse 2]
If I spill my guts for a bit of my trust, would you still not let shit go?
And when the city's on fire, we stay for a while, like, "Baby, please don't go"
Lefthand side, we can drive all night, just tell me where to go, go
Weatherman, weatherman's in the chain wrestling, I need two-tone everything
I can feel the eyes like a hawk, what, you want my spot? Okay, come get it then (Get it then)
I don't care the amount, I don't check my account, I just know I got dividends (Hell nah, hell nah)
And my neck all holy water, like I just stepped out the christenin'
Hard to find out I can't miss you
Walked in with the baddest bitch, duh
Give it all up for my sister
I ain't never stop until she richer

[Chorus]
Gotta stay alert (Gotta stay alert)
'Cause I know that they lurk (I know that they lurk)
Same ones that smiling
Are the the ones that do you dirt
Can't stop feeling in pain (In pain)
So I'll put this shit in a verse (Put in a verse)
I spent years dishing out my swag
I don't care if I did shit first (Oh yeah)
Rather make money than ever let internet shit get on my nerves
No, I can't let this—