[Offset]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: Offset]
Do like I do, n*gga flip you some money (Okay)
We really came up from nothing
Two-hundred, that sh*t the clutch in the foreign
Two-hundred racks in the trap when i'm touring
Thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
Christian Dior when i'm dressing in garments (Oh, Yeah)
Shoot at my targets, Aiming at artists
Trap out the hell, kept charging
You n*ggas character to marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your b*tches got lost in the sauce of the [?]
I pour up the drink and I gave her a narco
Run with your [?], It's waldo
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco De Mayo
[Verse 1: Offset]
Migo like cinco de mayo
I got the trap in my bio
Mini fourteen with the drum
I put your ass on the flyer
n*ggas out here really bums
Won't take your b*tch, i might buy her
Sipping on lean like it's rum, but it do not get me tired
If you gonna pull out that gun, you better c*ck it and fire
b*tch i came up from a crumb
Did this for grandma, she flying
You can come stick it to one, f*ck it my n*gga gon' jump
Saw off the front of the pump, put that gun up to your gum
50k on me lil homie, 100k knock 'em off sunday
b*tches out here need some money, ordered a [?] on monday
Peace to you b*tches like gandhi, one of my friends is a junkie
Get up and get you some money, cookie smells like it is fungus
The bell of the OJ an onion, pull out that fire now he running
He just caught 4 to the stomach, he got some blood in his vomit
I cut the cord off your bungee
[?] got racks in the [?]
Hop on the jet out to London
12 behind me so I punch it
[Chorus: Offset]
Do like I do, n*gga flip you some money (Okay)
We really came up from nothing
200, that sh*t the clutch in the foreign
200 racks in the trap when i'm touring
Thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
Christian Dior when i'm dressing in garments (Oh, Yeah)
Shoot at my targets, Aiming at artists
Trap out the hell, kept charging
You n*ggas character to marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your b*tches got lost in the sauce of the [?]
I pour up the drink and I gave her a narco
Run with your [?], It's waldo
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco De Mayo
[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
I'm on the [?], and all the Houston
n*gga sipping on drank, got a whole damn paint
n*gga just cashed on the bank
n*gga i got money, b*tch what you thank
All these b*tches lil slime ball, yeah they love to play
When it come to play, they know i play
I got money in my pocket, plus i got a pocket rocket
n*gga thank they gonna stop me, when i'm c*cking up my [?]
And i don't do no popping out my [?]
I just like to pop bodies, yeah i love see them dropping
Invite your b*tch, she just pop like a dragon
Young n*gga getting it yeah, yeah racks [?]
She want to f*ck for the cheese, i know you snitching you cheese
Hold on dog, i don't even f*ck with that dog
I'm a real big dog (roof) n*gga i step on you dog
n*ggas ain't getting no money, quit flexing
n*ggas ain't chopping up the sh*t, quit flexing
n*ggas ain't chopping up the sh*t, no flexing
All this god damn money, i'm flexing
Blue hunnid b*tch, n*gga know i stay flexing
You ain't got no money, you flexing
[?]
Meanwhile you flexing on another n*gga b*tch
All these god damn hoes on my di*k
You need to come check on your b*tch
All these b*tches love b*tches
Yeah I got your b*tch on a b*tch
Yeah i got rich, getting rich
n*gga you can never get this
All this gawp on me
Know the big Glock on me
No [?] pot with me
Please don't try me B
And you know i'm big blood
And you know i'm big dog
And i know you a b*tch
And i know you a lil dog
n*gga do like i do, get you some money
[?]
[?] my young n*ggas gunning
Having a discussion, it's talking about money
n*gga don't talk to me pus*y, it ain't about no money
n*gga don't talk to me, it ain't about no money n*gga
n*gga don't talk to me, it ain't about no money n*gga
(Hey man, I don't know what to tell you, I mean you n*ggas some broke ass f*cks, f*ck you n*ggas, look at me, copy me n*gga)
[Chorus: Offset]
Do like I do, n*gga flip you some money (Okay)
We really came up from nothing
200, that sh*t the clutch in the foreign
200 racks in the trap when i'm touring
Thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
Christian Dior when i'm dressing in garments (Oh, Yeah)
Shoot at my targets, Aiming at artists
Trap out the hell, kept charging
You n*ggas character to marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your b*tches got lost in the sauce of the [?]
I pour up the drink and I gave her a narco
Run with your [?], It's waldo
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco De Mayo