Cinco De Mayo lyrics

[Offset]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Do like I do, nigga flip you some money (Okay)

We really came up from nothing

Two-hundred, that shit 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 niggas character to marvel

Take your shoes off on my marble

Your b*tches 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

Migo like cinco de mayo

I got the trap in my bio

Mini fourteen with the drum

I put your a** on the flyer

Niggas out here really bums

Won't take your b*tch, 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 c*ck it and fire

B*tch I came up from a crumb

Did this for grandma, she flying

You can come stick it to one, f*ck it my nigga 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*tches out here need some money, ordered a (.....) on monday

Peace to you b*tches 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

Do like I do, nigga flip you some money (Okay)

We really came up from nothing

200, that shit 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 niggas character to marvel

Take your shoes off on my marble

Your b*tches 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

[Young Nudy]

I'm on the (.....), and all the Houston

Nigga sipping on drank, got a whole damn paint

Nigga just cashed on the bank

Nigga I got money, b*tch what you thank

All these b*tches 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

Nigga thank they gonna stop me, when I'm cocking 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*tch, she just pop like a dragon

Young nigga getting it yeah, yeah racks (.....)

She want to f*ck for the cheese, I know you snitching you cheese

Hold on dog, I don't even f*ck with that dog

I'm a real big dog (roof) nigga I step on you dog

Niggas ain't getting no money, quit flexing

Niggas ain't chopping up the shit, quit flexing

Niggas ain't chopping up the shit, no flexing

All this god damn money, I'm flexing

Blue hunnid b*tch, nigga know I stay flexing

You ain't got no money, you flexing

(.....)

Meanwhile you flexing on another nigga b*tch

All these god damn hoes on my d*ck

You need to come check on your b*tch

All these b*tches love b*tches

Yeah I got your b*tch on a b*tch

Yeah I got rich, getting rich

Nigga 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*tch

And I know you a lil dog

Nigga do like I do, get you some money

(.....)

(.....) my young niggas gunning

Having a discussion, it's talking about money

Nigga don't talk to me p*ssy, it ain't about no money

Nigga don't talk to me, it ain't about no money nigga

Nigga don't talk to me, it ain't about no money nigga

(Hey man, I don't know what to tell you, I mean you niggas some broke a** f*cks, f*ck you niggas, look at me, copy me nigga)

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Do like I do, nigga flip you some money (Okay)

We really came up from nothing

200, that shit 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 niggas character to marvel

Take your shoes off on my marble

Your b*tches 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

• Artist:Offset
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