Problem, Young Thug - Milkin' lyrics

Milkin' these hoes (Milkin' 'em, milkin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes (Milkin' 'em, milkin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes (Woo, woo)
Milkin' these hoes (Woo, woo)
Cuffin' my bros (Cuffin' my what?)
Cuffin' my bros (Cuffin' my what?)
Cuffin' my bros (What? Hey)
Cuffin' our bros (Cuffin' 'em, cuffin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Racks, woo, hee, hee, ah, ah)
Get to the money, let's get to the money
Yeah milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Milk 'em, milk 'em, milk 'em)
Hey (Cuffin', cuffin', cuffin') , hey
Get to the money, let's get to the money
Yeah

Milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Milk, cuff)
2 million dollar mansion with a swimming pool
In the back like it ain't cold (Woo)


This lil' nigga actin' like he won't roll
Back that concert 'til that 40 showed
Up! Put the bitch in the boat
Concierge said the cops are comin' up (Woo)
Hurry wit' the racks and don't forget a cup
(Sheesh, sheesh)
Nigga get stuck just like chuck (Ayy)
Band-Aid on Band-Aid (Uh)
Put the lil' bitch on the IG
Now she think she done struck (Woo)
Lil bitch, start a fan page (Ah)
Put a hole in his jaw wit'
A hole in the wall, ooh ooh!
Shit! Lay it down, now the boy lost
(Hoo, hoo, hoo, ah)
My shoes havin' is the tightest
We stay high, nigga, kite us (Woo)
My money long like a rifle (Woo)
No one-shot, we not snipers
I wan' bust her like a bubble (Bust)
Bitch, I'm chewin' now like a snuffle
When I bump from my racks, bitch
I want a million ordered! No shovel!

Milkin' these hoes (Milkin' 'em, milkin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes (Milkin' 'em, milkin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes (Woo, sheesh, woo)
Milkin' these hoes (Woo, woo)
Cuffin' my bros (Cuffin' my what?)
Cuffin' my bros (Cuffin' my what?)
Cuffin' my bros (What? Hey)
Cuffin' our bros (Cuffin' 'em, cuffin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Racks, woo, hee, hee, ah, ah)
Get to the money, let's get to the money
Yeah milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Milk 'em, milk 'em, milk 'em)
Hey (Cuffin', cuffin', cuffin') , hey
Get to the money, let's get to the money
Yeah

Milkin' these hoes, balcony flows
Colder than how I be doin' my hoes
Conference my shooters, I'd read' to expose
That most of these rappin' ass niggas is hoes
Yeah, and your bills I just
Spent on my clothes
Trustin' my bros 'fore I listen to hoes
Fuck these bitches
But, I still wanna fuck these bitches
And that's on my mama though
Bought it brand new, yeah, the mileage low
Claim you hood, but that's comical
Bands on bands, that's logical, money, nigga
Drug dealer, he's cheaper
But my drugs realer
She's a rat but I fuck wit' her
She's hush while I hush wit' her, shhh
Quiet, bitch, 'fore a nigga cause a riot out
Never was no love, valentine
Take a motherfuckin' timeout
Still motherfuckin' white on the table
Tell my killers go and sniff a line out
Drop a baby mama, drop a nigga drawers
Fuck that, tell them motherfuckers timeout

Milkin' these hoes (Milkin' 'em, milkin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes (Milkin' 'em, milkin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes (Woo, sheesh, woo)
Milkin' these hoes (Woo, woo)
Cuffin' my bros (Cuffin' my what?)
Cuffin' my bros (Cuffin' my what?)
Cuffin' my bros (What? Hey)
Cuffin' our bros (Cuffin' 'em, cuffin' 'em)
Milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Racks, woo, hee, hee, ah, ah)
Get to the money, let's get to the money
Yeah milkin' these hoes, cuffin' my bros
(Milk 'em, milk 'em, milk 'em)
Hey (Cuffin', cuffin', cuffin') , hey
Get to the money, let's get to the money
Yeah