Milkin’ lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug & Problem]
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

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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' n*gga actin' like he won't roll back that concert 'til that 40 showed
Up! Put the b*tch in the boat
Concierge said the cops are comin' up (Woo)
Hurry wit' the racks and don't forget a cup (Sheesh, sheesh)
n*gga get stuck just like chuck (Ayy)
Band-Aid on Band-Aid (Uh)
Put the lil' b*tch on the IG, now she think she done struck (Woo)
Lil b*tch, start a fan page (Ah)
Put a hole in his jaw wit' a hole in the wall, ooh-ooh!
sh*t! Lay it down, now the boy lost (Hoo, hoo, hoo, ah!)
My shoes havin' is the tightest
We stay high, n*gga, kite us (Woo)
My money long like a rifle (Woo)
No one-shot, we not snipers
I wan' bust her like a bubble (Bust)
b*tch, I'm chewin' now like a snuffle
When I bump from my racks, b*tch, I want a million ordered!
No shovel!
[Chorus: Young Thug & Problem]
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

[Verse 2: Problem]
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 n*ggas is hoes
Yeah, and your bills I just spent on my clothes
Trustin' my bros 'fore I listen to hoes
f*ck these b*tches, but I still wanna f*ck these b*tches
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, n*gga
Drug dealer, he's cheaper, but my drugs realer
She's a rat but I f*ck wit' her
She's hush while I hush wit' her, shhh
Quiet, b*tch, 'fore a n*gga cause a riot out
Never was no love, valentine, take a motherf*ckin' timeout
Still motherf*ckin' white on the table
Tell my killers go and sniff a line out
Drop a baby mama, drop a n*gga drawers
f*ck that, tell them motherf*ckers timeout
[Chorus: Young Thug & Problem]
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