Plata O Plomo ? Lyrics

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