[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 sh** 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 b**hes 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 a** on the flyer
n***as out here really bums
Won't take your b**h, 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 co*k it and fire
b**h i came up from a crumb
Did this for grandma, she flying
You can come stick it to one, f** 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
b**hes out here need some money, ordered a [?] on monday
Peace to you b**hes 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 sh** 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 b**hes 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, b**h what you thank
All these b**hes 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 co*king 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**h, she just pop like a dragon
Young n***a getting it yeah, yeah racks [?]
She want to f** for the cheese, i know you snitching you cheese
Hold on dog, i don't even f** 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 sh**, quit flexing
n***as ain't chopping up the sh**, no flexing
All this god damn money, i'm flexing
Blue hunnid b**h, n***a know i stay flexing
You ain't got no money, you flexing
[?]
Meanwhile you flexing on another n***a b**h
All these god damn hoes on my dick
You need to come check on your b**h
All these b**hes love b**hes
Yeah I got your b**h on a b**h
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 b**h
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 p**y, 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 a** f**s, f** 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 sh** 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 b**hes 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