Cabo Lyrics – Bankrol Hayden

Cabo Lyrics

Met a shawty down in Cabo, she a model
Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo
Girl your best friend choosie you better follow
I’m just tryna fuck a redbone like Mulatto
Nina, I can get you in the states without a visa
You know I need ya’ll, put you in an AMG not a beama
Let the choppa out it’s singing like Aaliyah
Got Clase Azul hittin out the bottle
I’m just tryna get behind it like I’m 5-0
Me and you that’s a crazy combo
Throwin money in the air like we hit the lotto

Roll something for your lungs (uh)
Baby we can do it til the sun up
Let your guard down put your guns up (guns up)
Cause we ain’t getting any younger
Say what’s on your mind don’t make me wonder
Rolling in the deep going under
When I hit I was thinking bout my ex
I even sent a text in the middle of the sex

You remind me of a girl I used to be playing
I know your love is dangerous

Met a shawty down in Cabo, she a model
Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo
Girl your best friend choosie you better follow
I’m just tryna fuck a redbone like Mulatto
Nina, I can get you in the states without a visa
You know I need ya’ll, put you in an AMG not a beama
Let the choppa out it’s singing like Aaliyah
Got Clase Azul hittin out the bottle
I’m just tryna get behind it like I’m 5-0
Me and you that’s a crazy combo
Throwin money in the air like we hit the lotto

Lamb truck, I don’t carry keys
Got a Rollie sitting on my wrist just like a parakeet
I done threw away my robins for Amiri jeans
Shit I really made a mill when I was 17
Before I had a GED
2am slidin in that Tahoe through Cabo
Spanish bitch in my Monte Carlo, vamos
Diamonds changing different colors like iguana
Stick tucked in my poncho like Chapo

You remind me of a girl I used to be playing
I know your love is dangerous

Met a shawty down in Cabo, she a model
Got a villa by the beach, I feel like Pablo
Girl your best friend choosie you better follow
I’m just tryna fuck a redbone like Mulatto
Nina, I can get you in the states without a visa
You know I need ya’ll, put you in an AMG not a beama
Let the choppa out it’s singing like Aaliyah
Got Clase Azul hittin out the bottle
I’m just tryna get behind it like I’m 5-0
Me and you that’s a crazy combo
Throwin money in the air like we hit the lotto