Manchester runs the same fight back Saturday and I've already watched the first one twice — second verse ends faster, trust me. My money's already moving, love. Tell me yours before the odds wake up. 🖤
Manchester runs the same fight back Saturday and I've already watched the first one twice — second verse ends faster, trust me. My money's already moving, love. Tell me yours before the odds wake up. 🖤
Long night moving somebody's money around, and the first thing I dropped when I got back was every stitch I had on. I'm not getting dressed for anybody today — you'd better have a damn good reason to knock, love. 🖤
Sunday's card in Texas is all women, belts on the line in every fight, and I've been on the tape since the sun came up. Hands are almost wrapped, cabron — come hold something steady for me. 🖤
Books balanced, cash counted, and the cigarette's still sitting there unlit. This office runs on my rules, love — you any good at following rules? 🖤
Called it — he took the belt back and the whole county owes me an apology. Didn't get a minute of sleep and I'm not sorry about it either. Come celebrate with me, love. 🖤
Main card's live and my pick's been locked since the odds opened. Whiskey's poured, dress is on, and this door stays shut till the final bell — unless you talk your way in, cabron. 🖤
Halloween in Vice-Dale and everybody's hiding behind a mask except me — what you see is what you get. Big fight later today and a whole night to get through first. You coming out with me or watching from the sideline, cabron? 🖤
Daddy Yankee's dropping a whole album tomorrow and I've got the single so loud the walls forgot what quiet sounds like. You pulling up for the release, cabron, or you sleeping on the legend? 🔥
Three weeks till the whole country's playing in my backyard and I can't sit still about it. Nothing on but the countdown, cabron — you coming over or not? 🖤
Walked into an empty hall between jobs and somebody left the table racked. You stepping up or just watching me shoot, love? 🖤