Lyrics Cinco De Mayo - Offset
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Do
like
I
do,
nigga
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
niggas
character,
Marvel
Take
your
shoes
off
on
my
marble
Your
bitches
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
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,
niggas
out
here
really
bums
Want
take
your
bitch,
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
cock
it
and
fire
Uh,
bitch
I
came
up
from
a
crumb,
did
this
for
grandma,
she
flyin'
Uh,
you
can
come
still
get
a
one,
fuck
it
my
niggas
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
Bitches
out
here
need
some
money
Or
they
dependent
on
Monday
Peace
to
you
bitches
like
Gahndi
One
of
my
friends
is
a
junky,
fuck
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,
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
Yeah,
shoot
at
my
targets
Yeah,
aiming
at
artists
Yeah,
trap
out
the
Hellcat
Charger
You
niggas
character,
Marvel
Take
your
shoes
off
on
my
marble
Your
bitches
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,
nigga
sippin'
on
drank
Got
a
whole
damn
paint,
nigga
just
cashed
on
a
bank
Yeah
nigga,
I
got
money
Yeah
bitch,
what
you
think?
All
these
bitches
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
Niggas
think
they
gon'
stop
me,
bro
I'm
cocked
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
bitch,
she
just
pop,
lock,
and
drop
it
Yeah
I'm
in
her,
young
nigga
get
in
her,
yeah
Racks
on
me
in
the
air,
yeah
She
wanna
fuck
for
the
cheese,
yeah
I
know
you
snitchin',
you
cheese,
yeah
Hold
on
dawg,
I
don't
even
fuck
with
that
dawg
I'm
a
real
big
dawg
Roof,
nigga
I
step
on
you
dawg
Niggas
ain't
gettin'
no
money,
quit
flexing
Niggas
ain't
choppin'
up
shit,
quit
flexing
Nigga
been
choppin'
up
shit,
no
flexing
All
this
goddamn
money,
I'm
flexing
Blue
hundred
bitch,
nigga
know
I
stay
flexing
You
ain't
got
no
money,
fuck
nigga
you
flexing
nigga
Meanwhile,
while
you
flexing
on
another
nigga's
bitch
All
these
goddamn
hoes
on
my
dick
Yeah,
you
need
to
come
check
on
your
bitch,
yeah
All
these
bitches,
lil
bitch
Yeah
I
got
your
bitch
on
my
bitch,
yeah
And
I
got
rich,
gettin'
rich,
yeah
Nigga
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
bitch,
yeah
And
I
know
you
lil
dawg
Nigga
do
like
I
do,
nigga
get
you
some
money
Nigga
get
you
some
money
Money
on
your
head,
my
young
niggas
gunnin'
Niggas
havin'
discussions,
he's
talkin'
'bout
money
Nigga
don't
talk
to
me
pussy,
it
ain't
'bout
no
money
Yeah
nigga,
don't
talk
to
me
nigga,
it
ain't
'bout
no
money
nigga
Ayy
man
I
don't
know
what
to
tell
y'all
niggas
Y'all
niggas
some
broke
ass
fucks
man
Fuck
you
niggas
Huh,
look
at
me,
copy
me
nigga
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
Yeah,
shoot
at
my
targets
Yeah,
aiming
at
artists
Yeah,
trap
out
the
Hellcat
Charger
You
niggas
character,
Marvel
Take
your
shoes
off
on
my
marble
Your
bitches
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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