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