Young Nudy - Cinco De Mayo lyrics

[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