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Pour some drank For them times we was broke Pour some drank For them times we was broke Pour some drank for them, ay Ay, strapped up Migo you want see what I'm on Dying about this shit whether I'm right or I'm wrong Third coast OT Ride with the glizzy Take off the plates Bounce out keep it running Migo cross the gates with a couple of onions Rather die if I can't count a hundred Money talk I can't count it, it's nothing I'm from round the way leaving with something Pour some drank for them times we was broke Six-teen hundred thats just for the coat Two thousand dollars for lean and the smoke Throw some racks in the air like a nigga sell dope Couple Migos round me probably still selling coke Feeling good took myself out to dinner Make a toast for them broke and sinners Light some smoke for the scammers and criminals I get up we ain't sending subliminals I'm too turnt up tell me what you want The way that I'm living can't leave it alone It's never bout love, either do it or don't Give me your life, give you Louis Vuitton You paid the bitch I got paid from the bitch Throw three's in the air Spill drank on the fit Hit the curb with them twenty fours Scrape up the rims Got a drake on the floor And it's aiming at them I big boy step I ain't playing with them Migo down I can't hang with them You want to talk to me Like you did something for me But you ain't walk through rain with him Everybody keep switching up I ain't playing no games Pick a side And then stay with them I turn a hoe to a check You want act like a pimp Then you can't be ashamed of them I let a bitch choose up It ain't nothing to me Fuck love if it ain't no trust You let them people get into yo head And forgot that this shit was bout me before us I dive in head first Jefe Came out the mud too fresh, you ain't did it enough S550 I slide through the city Say lean back the seat But I'm still sitting up I'm outside I got dope boy habits Rubber-bands split a Ten into Thousands Sliding through Chuck a deuce out the housing Niggas said they up but I doubt it Hit em up you ain't do nothing bout it Walking round with a dope boy knot Migo hustling backwards to show what they got You want see what I'm on I'll show you what i'm not If you knew what it took you would probably a stop If you seen what I seen you'd have spoke to the cops Migo down Say pour up the drop Put the lean in the air Just to look at the Wock Slow it down Slow it down You know what I'm saying We really know what's going on Ay, strapped up Migo you want see what I'm on Dying about this shit whether I'm right or I'm wrong Third coast OT Ride with the glizzy Take off the plates Bounce out keep it running Migo cross the gates with a couple of onions Rather die if I can't count a hundred Money talk I can't count it, it's nothing I'm from round the way leaving with something Pour some drank for them times we was broke Six-teen hundred thats just for the coat Two thousand dollars for lean and the smoke Throw some racks in the air like a nigga sell dope Couple Migos round me probably still selling coke