Cinco de Mayo歌詞

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do like I do, ***** flip you some money
Okay, we really came up from nothing
Two hundred dash hit 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
Yeah, shoot at my targets
Yeah, aiming at artists
Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger
You *****s character, Marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your ******* got lost in the sauce, off the starter
I pour up the drink and I give her a narco
Run with your pack, where is Waldo?
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco de Mayo
Migo like Cinco de Mayo, I got the trap in my bio
Yeah, mini fourteen with the drum
I put your ass on a flyer
Uh, *****s out here really bums
Want take your *******, I might buy her
Uh, sippin' on lean like it's rum
But it do not get me tired
Uh, if you gon' pull out that gun
You better **** it and fire
Uh, ******* I came up from a crumb
Did this for grandma, she flyin'
Uh, you can come still get a one
***** it my *****s gon' jump
Uh, saw off the front of the pump
Put the gun up to your gum
50K on me lil homie, 100K knock 'em off Sunday
******* out here need some money
Or they dependent on Monday
Peace to you ******* like Gahndi
One of my friends is a junky, *****
Get up and get you some money, uh
Cookie smell like it is fungus
The bella, the OG, the onion, yeah
Pull out that fire, now he runnin'
He just caught four to the stomach, uh
He got some blood in his vomit
I cut the cord off your bungee
Goyard got racks in abundance
Hop on the jet out to London
12 behind me so I punch it
Do like I do, ***** flip you some money
Okay, we really came up from nothing
Two hundred that *******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
Yeah, shoot at my targets
Yeah, aiming at artists
Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger
You *****s character, Marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your ******* got lost in the sauce, off the startle
I pour up the drink and I give her a narco
Run with your pack, where is Waldo?
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco de Mayo
I'm all in Texas, all in Houston, ***** sippin' on drank
Got a whole damn paint, ***** just cashed on a bank
Yeah *****, I got money
Yeah *******, what you think?
All these ******* love slimeball
Yeah they love the plate
When it come to play, they know how I play
I got money in my pocket plus I got a pocket rocket
*****s think they gon' stop me
Bro I'm ****ed and I'm gon' pop it
And I don't do no poppin', all my guns on poppin'
I just like to pop bodies
Yeah I love to see 'em drop it
Yeah I like your *******, she just pop, lock, and drop it
Yeah I'm in her, young ***** get in her, yeah yeah
Racks on me in the air, yeah yeah
She wanna ***** for the cheese, yeah
I know you snitchin', you cheese, yeah
Hold on dawg, I don't even ***** with that dawg
I'm a real big dawg
Roof, ***** I step on you dawg
*****s ain't gettin' no money, quit flexing
*****s ain't choppin' up *******t, quit flexing
***** been choppin' up *******t, no flexing
All this goddamn money, I'm flexing
Blue hundred *******, ***** know I stay flexing
You ain't got no money, ***** ***** you flexing *****
Meanwhile, while you flexing on another *****'s *******
All these goddamn hoes on my *****
Yeah, you need to come check on your *******, yeah
All these *******, lil *******
Yeah I got your ******* on my *******, yeah
And I got rich, gettin' rich, yeah
***** you could never get this, yeah
All this guap on me, yeah
Know the big Glock on me, yeah
Know will pop with me, yeah
Please don't try me B, yeah
And you know I'm big blood
And you know I'm big dawg, yeah
And I know you a *******, yeah
And I know you lil dawg
***** do like I do, ***** get you some money
***** get you somebody
Money on your head, my young *****s gunnin'
*****s havin' discussions, he's talkin' 'bout money
***** don't talk to me *******, it ain't 'bout no money
Don't talk to me *******, it ain't 'bout no money, *****
Yeah *****, don't talk to me *****
It ain't 'bout no money *****
Ayy man I don't know what to tell y'all *****s
Y'all *****s some broke ass *****s man
***** you *****s
Huh, look at me, copy me *****
Do like I do, ***** flip you some money
Okay, we really came up from nothing
Two hundred that *******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
Yeah, shoot at my targets
Yeah, aiming at artists
Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger
You *****s character, Marvel
Take your shoes off on my marble
Your ******* got lost in the sauce, off the startle
I pour up the drink and I give her a narco
Run with your pack, where is Waldo?
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco de Mayo