Plata O Plomo ?

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