Oh, I don't want your name or your number
I don't think you gon' remember
So many times we done this before, I
Will never be the one that you switch up for
Just go on with your ass, yeah
You ain't gotta change for me
I can't tell no more if it's Hollywood or what?
Hollywood love
Probably gon' fuck anyway (Oh)
But then so what?
I can't tell no more if it's Hollywood or what?
Hollywood love
I'm probably gon' fuck anyway
But then so what?
Ooh, that's okay
You got some friends wit' you, baby, that's okay ('Kay)
I've been sneakin', geekin', takin' drugs all day
I feel like the BP, pumpin' gas all day (All day)
This money got me havin' my way (Way)
Drivin' to the moon, hittin' gas, all breaks
Fuckin' in the room and the PH outta state
Your pussy just like food, 'fore I eat it say my grace (Ooh)
We done came a long way (Way)
Projects to a penthouse, we done came a long way
You might as well come over 'cause we gon' fuck anyway
I call you when I'm lonely, be my company, fuck space
She told me if I drink with her then I don't gotta chase
I told her if I be wit' her, she gotta earn her place
A 2019 Bentley truck to shit all in they face (Face)
I can't tell no more if it's Hollywood or what?
Hollywood love
Probably gon' fuck anyway (Oh)
But then so what?
I can't tell no more if it's Hollywood or what?
Hollywood love
I'm probably gon' fuck anyway
But then so what? (Then so what?)
I'ma get this money, I'ma get the pesos
More chopper, more bucks
I'ma give you some of my time
Give you good dick, pero no más
A mansion in the Hollywood Hills
In the bathroom, you was throwin' up
But babe, it's so what? (I can't tell no more if—)

Writer(s): Alejandro Salazar, Frank Rio, Sergio Kitchens, Noel Zancanella & Jacob Reske.