Migo Flow Lyrics

They try to count a nigga out, but I'm still doing me

Pocket full of fettuccine, I'm in love with the green

I got money on my mind, you can see it through the CAT scans

Sliding through the city, all black, feeling like Batman

Shades on, I can't see a nigga, gotta block him out

Everywhere I go, trap open like a Waffle House

Twenty-four hours, I'm in this bitch counting cake

How the fuck these niggas ballin', and they ain't got paid

How you a trap nigga, you ain't never touched a hundred racks

How he saying that he him, and he ain't never been that

These niggas bitches, I work her ass off, planet fitness

VVS my diamonds, them bitches shinin', and hittin

Fuck half, if I want some, nigga, I need all that

She like playin' games, I'ma fuck her with her dog ass

Feelin' like I'm Weezy, I'm the hottest in the city

Them bitches can't tell me none, I done turned into a menace

Get that check right, then I'm sliding, niggas talkin' and hidin

He a passenger princess, cause he ain't never drivin

Zack on the track,I gotta tear this bitch down

If you ridin' around, baby, you know how I get down

I'ma slide til the top pop, fuck it, let it bust

He ain't talkin' bout no cheese, he ain't comin' round us

Get your bitch ass away from me, I don't need no leeches

When I hit the spot, I'm just lookin' for a freak, bitch

Slidin' on the beat, gotta do this shit like Lud Foe

Choppa get to BOW, Lil Jon niggas get low

Think I give a fuck about your man? Bitch, hell no

You think I'm worried about fallin' out? Bitch, hell no

Drop a track, I get right back in it, I'm too raw with this

Ain't gon' lie, that lil' bitch kinda bad, but I'm gon' dog the bitch

Cause' I ain't got no manners for no slut, just like Future

How the fuck I get racks off this goddamn computer

She want me to hit her fuck I look like,I ain't tryna save her

When I blow, it's game over, I'm just lookin' for a major

In this shit just like a take, cause I'ma be the take man

Fell in love with the money, she call me the paid man

I got bands on top of bands, grams on top of grams

Don't know why that bitch up in her feelings, I am not her man

You say you gon' try who? Nigga ain't gon' try none

Fuck you askin' bout them prices for, you ain't gon' buy none

Shop open, got this bitch here swinging like a Chick-fil-A

Born hustler, you can see that money in my DNA

See it look like I been ballin', shit, it might be true

If I ain't had shit to my name, shit, I be mad at me too

Hop on the track, I be rapping, swear they ain't fucking with Migo

MBM Ray in this bitch, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Messi

Kickin' shit like it's FIFA, pick your feet up

Shawty bad and she got a ass, but I can't keep her, ah