Bodega BAMZ - Don Francisco (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Celia Cruz] Mi Oshun, caridad del cobre Yemayá, mi guía espiritual Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Yeah, my skin tan and my fade low (But hold up, hold up, hold up) You know that Picture me with a little homie, send a Kodak I be up North where they snow that Ass so fat, girl, you know you gotta show that Paid for school but she always tryna blow that Beefing with me, six feet, get your toe tag Ghostwrite hits, you don't even know I wrote that (Papi) Young Don Juan, got the streets in a choke From a car to a boat, run sand to the beach In a [?], Papi make it look easy (Tanboys) This industry need me Came on the scene with a razor in my mouth Gave it to my mom to cut the bow on her house Spanish Harlem, I'm your child New York, New York, play this motherf**er loud [Hook: Bodega Bamz] With the hoes like Don Francisco [Verse 2: French Montana] I came up scrapping that pot Garage like a showroom, look at that lot Talking 'bout "bonjour," well n***a, voilà Ball like Carmelo smoking la la Shout out to my old yay Sin [?], 145 on Broadway We don't got weight money We don't gotta make it, we take money Me and Chinx gon' pull up in a big white yacht, la marina We was dropping off work at Medina Go and tell Flex to drop a bomb on it Watch flooded, can't tell the time on it Tell your b**h, "Come climb on it" It ain't hot unless I'm on it Coke Boys, every day is a payday From the [?] with the AK [Hook: Bodega Bamz] With the hoes like Don Francisco [Outro: A$AP Ferg & Bodega Bamz] Them Tanboys my n***as With the hoes like Don Francisco Them Tanboys my n***as Don Francisco