Miami Flow lyrics

C-D-O-T man
Honcho gang sh*t, you already how know I be coming man
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Honcho, Honcho, Honcho, Honcho
Aye

Hoes know I got cash
Walked in a Louis store and I dropped a bag on a bag
Little sh*t for my b*tch, matter sh*t
Ain’t sh*t for these hoes drop a bag on a cab, aye
Honcho gang b*tch, I’m a skinny rich n*gga
I’ll fight drop a tab on his dreads
(?) n*ggas put his hands on his ass
When we empty that put a flame to the gas
Run through with that cause a b*tch so fat
Tell a b*tch bring her friend with a ass
Run through with that put my hands in the cash
I be running through a sack I ain’t never through with that
Balmain jeans all back by a rack
I [?] all back with a rack
Honcho gang b*tch tell ‘em where we trapping at
With them twiz let that b*tch go ‘baddap’

Fifty more stacks tell them b*tches copycats
Let a n*gga tweak can’t get him off of that
Smoking all gang [?] on a flag
I’m a pull up in the jeep like [?]
b*tches outta here I ain’t seen none of that
Do they make all the flip I see acrobat
Help a n*gga out as he try to face [?]
Don’t play with me you gotta leave out of that
n*ggas get a 40 cal squeeze out of that
Headshot he ain’t got them knees after that
After that sh*t ain’t the f*ck coming back
He ain’t tryna catch bullets he ain’t f*ck running back
If it ain’t gas I ain’t tryna f*ck with that
If it ain’t making me no cash don’t bring this sh*t up
Come into the lobby I send a b*tch up
If a n*gga got a problem we’ll send his b*tch up, b*tch

You ain’t got no money but your ass burnt up [?]
Might [?] b*tch at
Eight hundred more better get your kicks up
He ain’t [?] be tryna di*k suck
New day new money got to switch up
Ten hoes all this week gotta f*ck som’n
Aye b*tch sleep all week I’m hustlin
b*tch say she love [?] keep sucking
A tch only here cause a n*gga be buzzing
Mark over the [?] knee capping
Once it let off that [?] keep bussing
[?] b*tch I might kill that b*tch sister
And slap that [?] pistol in the arm of the other
b*tches be on me cause all of this money
But I don’t know why cause they f*cking for nothing

Walk with that money drop hundreds for nothing
b*tches they hate me I’m f*cking they cousin
n*ggas they hate me cause all of this money
They don’t wanna try me cause I got this [?]
Pull up and I put it on your tummy
I let you pull up and hop out the Audi
You wanna pull up and hop out a [?]
I’m living good n*gga I’m eating steak
b*tch, Honcho gang sh*t b*tch
Y'all motherf*ckers doing man
Aye, aye
Honcho, Honcho, Honcho, Honcho
Aye, aye

Smoking don’t give a f*ck bout the doctor
Hoes give a f*ck bout them operas
I pull up in the stupidest sh*t
Tell that b*tch get that di*k with a mop up
Man that b*tch is the stupidest b*tch
Stupid b*tch is going to war with Osama
Man rouse this crazy ass drama
Gotta [?] aye
[?] rasta aye
Open up n*ggas I’m a doctor, aye
40 cal heavyweight boxer aye
40 cal [?]
If he can see he can drop dead
I ain’t heard about him cause i dropped
[?] cause I ate the cake
And if you went to varsity [?] b*tch

C-D-O-T man, Honcho gang sh*t