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[Intro: 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 Yeah, shoot at my targets Yeah, aiming at artists Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger You n***as can't wait to marvel Take your shoes off on my marble Your b**hes 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 [Verse 1: Offset] Migo like Cinco de Mayo, I got the trap in my bio Yeah, mini fourteen with the drum, I put your a** on a flyer Uh, n***as out here really bums Want take your b**h, 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 c**k it and fire Uh, b**h I came up from a crumb, did this for grandma, she flyin' Uh, you can come still get a one, f** it my n***as 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 sandy b**hes out here need some money Or they dependent on Monday Peace to you b**hes like Gahndi One of my friends is a junky, f** 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 [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 Yeah, shoot at my targets Yeah, aiming at artists Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger You n***as can't wait to marvel Take your shoes off on my marble Your b**hes 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 [Verse 2: Young Nudy] I'm all in Texas, all in Houston, n***a sippin' on drank Got a whole damn paint, n***a just cashed on a bank Yeah n***a, I got money Yeah b**h, what you think? All these b**hes 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 n***as think they gon' stop me, bro I'm c**ked 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 b**h, she just popped like a [?] Yeah I'm in her, young n***a get in her, yeah Racks on me in the air, yeah She wanna f** for the cheese, yeah I know you snitchin', you cheese, yeah Hold on dawg, I don't even f** with that dawg I'm a real big dawg Roof, n***a I step on you dawg n***as ain't gettin' no money, quit flexing n***as ain't choppin' up sh**, quit flexing n***a been choppin' up sh**, no flexing All this goddamn money, I'm flexing Blue hundred b**h, n***a know I stay flexing You ain't got no money, f** n***a you flexing n***a Meanwhile, while you flexing on another n***a's b**h All these goddamn hoes on my dick Yeah, you need to come check on your b**h, yeah All these b**hes, lil b**h Yeah I got your b**h on my b**h, yeah And I got rich, gettin' rich, yeah n***a 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 b**h, yeah And I know you lil dawg n***a do like I do, n***a get you some money n***a get you some money Money on your head, my young n***as gunnin' n***as havin' discussions, he's talkin' 'bout money n***a don't talk to me p**y, it ain't 'bout no money Yeah n***a, don't talk to me n***a, it ain't 'bout no money n***a Ayy man I don't know what to tell y'all n***as Y'all n***as some broke a** f**s man f** you n***as Huh, 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 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 Yeah, shoot at my targets Yeah, aiming at artists Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger You n***as can't wait to marvel Take your shoes off on my marble Your b**hes 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

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