(Intro – Yo Gotti & Big Sean)
Yeah, Castro, woah, woah
Yeah
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Yeah, bi**hes like I’m Castro
Kicking bi**hes like I’m Castro
Cuban cigar ni**a, woo
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro
(Chorus – Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Spanish bi**h, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta, face off
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Spanish bi**h, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta, face off
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon snort her whole damn face off
(Verse 1 – Yo Gotti, Big Sean & Kanye West)
EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs
I’m in Saks going AWOL
I’m at Neimans going AWOL
Hit your bi**h in the A loft
Hair cool but the pu**y wet
Wanna unf**k her, get her pu**y back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Man of the year, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Sh*t so big, they amazed
Still thugging, they amazed
Put me on a triple gauge
In the kitchen rocky haze
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listening, we don’t do the phone
They record everything we say
(Chorus – Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Spanish b*tch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
George Travolta, face off
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Spanish bi**h, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta, face off
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon snort her whole damn face off
(Verse 2 – Quavo)
Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a ni**a
They’ll treat me like Papio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standing on the top, roast dinner
Jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standing in the field with the 5
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Riding round with extendo
Riding round with extendo
Never, never, sorry finfolk
Never, never, sorry finfolk
Ni**as shooting out the window
Ni**as shooting at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watching, better lay low
(Chorus – Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Spanish bi**h, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta, face off
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon snort her whole damn face off
(Verse 3 – 2 Chainz)
Ain’t time for lame ni**as
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse, I’m the finest
Sh*t, AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bi**h got sinuses
Pyrex tried to sign her
Baking soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold Ford
Sh*t looking like the 9ers
Told shawty, you don’t mind us
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links, they be climbing
D*ck talk, she climbing
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diming
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon said, ni**a start taking my s**t
Ni**a, start rhyming
4 rings like the Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy
(Chorus – Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bi**h with a backstroke
Spanish bi**h, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta, face off
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon snort her whole damn face off
