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 M