Lil Uzi Vert, Wiz Khalifa - Queso lyrics

Woah woah
Some rock star shit lil Uzi Vert
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My bitch Spanish, told her twerk
Then she hit the salsa (Salsa)
You need twenty, thirty, forty
That's how much it cost ya (Cost)
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
Queso, queso, queso, queso, queso, queso
Queso

Money, carat, diamond necklace
Thousand dollar checklist
Bitch, I'm flexin', we start sexin'
Now that bitch so restless
Panamera Rari, forgi, bitch
I'm young and reckless
My chain got on praying hands
'Cause my life a blessin'
We start smokin' in the dams
Now I smoke a section
You is not allowed in the real nigga section
Hundred dollar salad, fifty dollar dressin'
Money, pussy, sober
They can't smell stressin'
Daylight, hoes is whippin' lotus
They so poker, built like joker
Glock no holster (Pistol burning)
Pockets on Al Roker
Lean or soda, what you holdin'?
My bitch golden, her ass swollen
Gucci Jones and why you foldin'?
Your bitch hatin' on my homies

Queso, that be that queso (yeah) that queso
(yeah) , that queso (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, lil
Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, lil Uzi)
Hey, hey ayy, yeah, hey yeah, yeah, woo

My bitch Spanish, told her twerk
Then she hit the salsa (Salsa)
You need twenty, thirty, forty
That's how much it cost ya (Cost)
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
Queso, queso, queso, queso, queso
(yeah, yeah) , queso, queso (yeah, woo, okay)

Fuck your man
Bitches wanna fuck with Young Khalifa (Okay)
'Cause I got that sauce
I be bunkin' through your speakers (Alright)
Married to the money, fuck her once
Then I don't need her
Big booty Latina, twerkin'
While she roll my weed up (Okay)
All my niggas on
Lil' Uzi hit me for a feature (Brrt, ayy)
Never trust a broad
Ya'll some unstable creatures
Chevy get the call, I'm in Cali'
We should link up back when I was young
Servin' strong in-front the teachers (Okay)
Now I'm much older, prices way cheaper
Came a long way from that Motorola beeper
(Alright) movin' state to state with just
An iPhone and a Sidekick
Upgrade the room and get a flight
For my lil' side bitch

Know I gotta get a flight
For my lil' side bitch, mane
Man she talkin' 'bout she don't smoke
Young Khalifa hand her a pound
That'll have her ass get high in that thing
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My bitch Spanish, told her twerk
Then she hit the salsa (Salsa)
You need twenty, thirty, forty
That's how much it cost ya (Cost)
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso
Queso (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
Queso, queso, queso, queso, queso, queso
Queso (yeah, woo, okay)