Migo Flow

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