[Offset]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: Offset]
Do like I do, n***a flip you some money (Okay)
We really came up from nothing
Two-hundred, that shit 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***as character to marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your bitches 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***as out here really bums
Won't take your bitch, 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 cock it and fire
Bitch i came up from a crumb
Did this for grandma, she flying
You can come stick it to one, fuck it my n***a 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
Bitches out here need some money, ordered a [?] on monday
Peace to you bitches 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***a flip you some money (Okay)
We really came up from nothing
200, that shit 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***as character to marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your bitches 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***a sipping on drank, got a whole damn paint
N***a just cashed on the bank
N***a i got money, bitch what you thank
All these bitches 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***a thank they gonna stop me, when i'm cocking 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 bitch, she just pop like a dragon
Young n***a getting it yeah, yeah racks [?]
She want to fuck for the cheese, i know you snitching you cheese
Hold on dog, i don't even fuck with that dog
I'm a real big dog (roof) n***a i step on you dog
N***as ain't getting no money, quit flexing
N***as ain't chopping up the shit, quit flexing
N***as ain't chopping up the shit, no flexing
All this god damn money, i'm flexing
Blue hunnid bitch, n***a know i stay flexing
You ain't got no money, you flexing
[?]
Meanwhile you flexing on another n***a bitch
All these god damn hoes on my dick
You need to come check on your bitch
All these bitches love bitches
Yeah I got your bitch on a bitch
Yeah i got rich, getting rich
N***a 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 bitch
And i know you a lil dog
N***a do like i do, get you some money
[?]
[?] my young n***as gunning
Having a discussion, it's talking about money
N***a don't talk to me pussy, it ain't about no money
N***a don't talk to me, it ain't about no money n***a
N***a don't talk to me, it ain't about no money n***a
(Hey man, I don't know what to tell you, I mean you n***as some broke ass fucks, fuck you n***as, look at me, copy me n***a)
[Chorus: Offset]
Do like I do, n***a flip you some money (Okay)
We really came up from nothing
200, that shit 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***as character to marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your bitches 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
