Cinco De Mayo

I feel like giving a bitch some money today, she got her cash-app in her bio
Aye
Gotta be a ten, but I bang the five, but this aint no cinco de mayo
Aye
Take this shit off, Ima put that shit on, I got sauce like its pico de gallo
Aye
Me vs the perc, I got a fighting chance, ima take it to trial
Why you gotta be a tough guy, I wanna see you smile
I need candy M&Ms, just like eight mile
These niggas be broke as a joke, they cant hang with a rope, ima take him to exile

Totally, uh, uh, uhh
Told her pack it, pack it up, you been at my place for a week
You actin real ratchet, you like an actress, you comin with baggage
Goin on trips, ill show you the drip, its severe its phenomenal
She say she love me, im meetin her momma nem
She know my twin, we the same like the army nem
Im in my bag, alright
My bitch is bad, alright
You goin out sad, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Okay
Im bangin big B's, alright
Countin up with C's, alright
But I buy her Celine, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Okay
How you, forget a bitch, and you mad at me
I be gettin mad money, you get sad for free
If you knew better do better
His and hers, I got two sweaters
Bangin B's like a new letter
I just got some new cheddar and finna spend it all on a bitch

I feel like giving a bitch some money today, she got her cash-app in her bio
Aye
Gotta be a ten, but I bang the five, but this aint no cinco de mayo
Aye
Take this shit off, Ima put that shit on, I got sauce like its pico de gallo
Aye
Me vs the perc, I got a fighting chance, ima take it to trial
Why you gotta be a tough guy, I wanna see you smile
I need candy M&Ms, just like eight mile
These niggas be broke as a joke, they cant hang with a rope, ima take him to exile
Alright, I think thats enough



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Writer(s): Kion Richardson
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