Migos Wishy Washy

[Hook – Quavo:]

You know these hoes wishy washy

They’ll fuck your partner

Take all of your guala, take your guala

You know these hoes wishy washy

They hop in my bed, they can’t wait to open their legs

They walk in the mall, they can’t wait to spend all my bread

Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy

Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy

Wishy washy, I can not trust them

Wishy washy, I can not love them

You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]

Let me tell you a story

‘Bout this lil’ bit named Tamar

She’ll let you smash for sure today

And then smash your partner tomorrow

She’ll ask you can you take care of her

That’ll cost you ’bout a couple hundred dollars

Everybody know lil’ mama on go

Everybody call her hundred gobbler

Got hoes on hoes like a rasta

Is it because of my posture?

But I know it’s cause a nigga’s dollars

She got a baby, no, I’m not the father

She too wishy washy, she’ll go in your pocket

And break your wallet, and you know she got it

But I got the knowledge to go tell her stop it

And she shake like an 8 hit a corner pocket

You can not play me

You know you’re too wishy washy

Kick her out the house politely

We noticed you was too excited

No we not going for it, no we not going

You’re too wishy washy lil’ bitch and you know it

Ain’t got time for a kid, the lil’ bitch at the front door

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Offset:]

These hoes wishy washy

Ain’t no doubt about it

Quick to put your finger in a young nigga’s wallet

And I know you fuckin’ my partner

Quick to fuck a nigga for a couple hunna

High class pimpin’ these niggas, she got the formula

Suckin’ my anaconda, got the flower aroma

And on my mama I’m not fuckin’ these bitches without a condom

Wishy washy

Cut these bitches off like hibachi

I’m fuckin’ her and her whole posse

If you wanna fuck her then you gotta pay deposit

She givin’ up her pussy for the profit

Her mama keep beggin’ her to stop it

She really wanna be on red carpets

These bitches ain’t shit, it’s in the Bible

Talkin’ ’bout you got a baby in your stomach

These bitches are funny

They’re tryna take a nigga’s money

I ain’t got no feelings for no bitches, I’m numbing

Up to par, my swag from London

These bitches bad, ain’t worth nothin’

I’m just sayin’, I can see your plan

You wanna get married to a rich man

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Takeoff:]

I can’t fuck with you bitches, you wishy washy

Neiman Marcus shoppin’, she want me to spoil her rotten

But I know that she’s plottin’ mama said don’t trust nobody

This bitch is a vegetarian, all she want is broccoli

I told her if she knew better, she would prolly do better

That Rolex is a Skylander, got gold all on my Margielas

Pullin’ up in a Bentley, no Mr. Bentley

She askin’ me where my umbrella

Fox fur, put on my mink, chinchilla

Flawless diamonds, it’s gon’ be a cold winter, burr, burr

Don’t wanna fuck you, lil’ mama, I just want head

These bitches, they can’t wait to open their legs

But soon as she pull in my driveway

Pull up to my front door, she got the panties in her hand

She know how to work the pots and pans

She watchin’ me like I’m on demand

She the bomb, Osama Bin (Osama Bin Laden!)

[Hook]

Migos See What I’m Saying

I’m having a problem

They copy the flow and they really think they out rapping me

This shit is a tragedy

So many rappers I used to look up to take after me

Then they get back to me, It keep coming back to me that we created a dynasty

Then they get back to me, It keep coming back to me that we created a dynasty

See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying? (what, huh?)

See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)

Everything change when the money flowing in ya hands

Got to stick to your plans

Momma taught me how to turn a boy into a man

Just me and my brothers started from the bottom

Man I’d never know what I’d do without them

See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying? (what, huh?)

See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)

Got a dirty rifle sitting by the holy Bible cause the game is dirty like a dirty tower

What a feeling I’m having all of the power

Surrounded by killers and non of you cowards

I’m eating up rappers like Golden Corral

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying? (huhh)

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying?

See what I’m saying?

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying?

See what I’m saying?

Fell like I play for the dodgers making sacks Troy Polamalu

I been getting guala young Quavo a shotter you niggas imposters

Walk in the kitchen you think I cook pasta (cook it up, cook it up)

Nigga who shot ya, fuck with the squad and won’t know who got ya

The plug front a hunnid I made it right back cause I told him I got him

King of the jungle

They calling me Quavo Mufasa

When I came in with Versace they calling me Quavo Big Poppa

When I came in told em’ bando and taught em’ how to whip a [?]

When we drop Hannah Montana you whipped out your camera to see what I’m saying

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying? (huhh)

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)

See what I’m saying? (huhh)

See what I’m saying?

See what I’m saying? (huhh)

See what I’m saying?

See what I’m saying?

MIGO!

Migos Camera Flash

[Hook: Quavo & Soulja Boy]

All these damn cameras, I pull up in tarantula

I smash yo bitch for a long time I got stamina

Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur

Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur

Flash (Camera), Flash (Camera)

Flash (Camera), Flash (huh)

Flash (go), Flash (flash)

Flash (damn), Flash (huh)

Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur

Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Pull up in tarantula you pull up in that Acura

Diamond dancing like a camera, they came from Africa

Lil momma actin’ like she know a nigga, wanna show a nigga

20 bands on that rollie nigga, can’t afford it nigga

You a fuck nigga pussy punk boy, Ashton Kutcher

Young nigga keep the clips on me, you could have the pusher

Keep that green leaf in my pocket like the pocket rocket

Smokin’ good gas and I’m laughing, watching Chris Tucker

Whole lot of chains and they swingin’ call me Quavo Busta

Every time I step out make a movie Quavo blockbuster

White girl ride around with me, and she came from Russia

Pourin’ up that lean in that double cup, Robitussin

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]

Diamond dancin’ look like cameras, niggas mad at me

Pull off in that all white ferrari, it’s the swag daddy

Pull up and I’m gettin’ all this cash, gold all on me

Stacks on deck, rich gang, we deserve a Grammy

Pull up I’m flexin a check, Soulja boy all about checks

It ain’t runnin’ but these fuck niggas gonna get wet

I pull up my rims and they spinnin’, they thought the Ferrari was rented

I’m ridin my windows ain’t tinted, it’s Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em I’m gettin it

Molly in my pocket, taking off like rocket

I touched down in Atlanta, dirty lean all in my phantom

Louis V on my pajamas, Soulja Boy ride with the hammer

I’m seeing my fate when I flip through the channel, all of these flashin’ they come from the camera (FLASH)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

My diamonds they bouncing off the lot they look like cameras

Pull off in that [?] challenger, boy ill challenge ya

Went to the jeweler, my diamonds a cooler, extendo as long as a ruler

Walkin around with that ruga, red beam give you the mark of the Buddha

I’m calling up [?] we making a movie, Migos my family ain’t no recruitin’

Thinking about moving to Switzerland with my vixen but I know that they lookin’

Hell nah it ain’t Thanksgiving, but walk in my bando you know that I’m cooking

Migos, Migos, Migos, Migos, get on the streets you know that they bookin’

That’s yo bitch! She talkin bout suckin and fuckin and havin my baby, bitch you wish!

I tell that bitch run it like Chris

You shootin shots, my shooters shoot at you fuck nigga they aimin they hit

No foundation, but I make a wish, ice in my bullet gotta cold wrist

[Hook]

Migos Migos Origin

[Intro:]

So what part of Atlanta y’all from?

From the north side

Uh, yeah

Every show get crazy and crazy

We growing and growing every, every, every time at a show

[Chorus – Quavo:]

Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up

Three young rich niggas, never did a push up

You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the fuck up

And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]

We killed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, shout out to the islands

Mommas and daughters taking a picture with me and they smiling

Charlemagne say the gang Donkey of the Day (Charlamagne?)

Billboard magazine, 45K

Word on the street they say the Migos wanted

But they can’t find the Migos, so they bite their recorders

When you ask for a show, can you seriously afford it

Check my schedule, itinerary loaded of course

Check my dab, it’s priceless

And my niggas is righteous

I don’t got no type, but I love to fuck Pisces

The chains on my neck, I might get arthritis

YRN Tha Album first album going diamond

Got my mama a Benz

Just to show her I’m grinding

Green dots in the pen but I hate the confinement

When Offset got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds

Dropped the Rich Nigga Timeline and we was crossed the country

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Offset:]

Skrrt, cook up

Graat, he shook up

I’m trapping the white, that Ku Klux

My niggas got grenades and bazookas

On the private jet we smoking up in indica

A hundred thousand, got a pick up in India

Headed to locker, we changed the millennium

Thirty thousand for a walk through minimum

Snakes in the grass start spinning out venom

That come with the territory when a nigga winning

Tinted windows on the sprinter you don’t need to see this image

The blogs say I need to calm down, fuck a image

Your CEO a busta and my CEO a hustler

Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me repercussion

Came from nothing, came home with a half a million, hurt my stomach

I’m taking good care of my kids but they mamma get nothing

And if you think it’s wrong this ain’t the right song you’re bumping

Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants and monkeys

Never see me lonely, best believe nina on me

Stuffed crust, my pocket walking with a 50 on me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Takeoff:]

Pyrex pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up

They looking for the origin, wanna know how did we make this shit up

Came in there right and we fucking it up

Jump off the banana boat, call me King Tut

Niggas be biting our swag I tried to switch it up

But these niggas still don’t get enough

Niggas with attitude don’t give a fuck

Young nigga flexing never did a push up

Migo flow everybody wanna look it up

Every ten years it’s on my story bro

I bet you listen up, you don’t gotta like it

Yo favorite rapper he be biting

When I step in the booth, it’s a moment of silence

I bet yo bitch she get excited

When I’m doing show my front end and that back end be enormous

I need a double cup with my Backwood when I’m on stage performing

Can’t get in my tour bus bitch, ain’t tryna fuck, it’s only 5 in the morning

I got some Dominican bitches that sucking and fucking and back to the origin

[Chorus]

Migos Cook It Up

[Hook:]

Everywhere I go, I’m a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up

I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk

Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want

In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch

Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Got them chickens wiith me, now I’m bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I’m bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Got me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

And I’m whipping, I can straight up whip it up

[Verse 1: Takeoff]

I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies

Lil mama she hate me, she say that I’m changing

I tell her I made it, the only changed the money I’m making, and the pamper on these babies

I’m whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens

These birds they flying from city to city

I’m pouring up actavist, dranking and sipping

The color is purple, I’m drinking on Ceely

The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies

On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly

You talking bout 100 band juugs, young nigga you know that I’m with it

I pull up, I’m serving your city

I’m serving ODs, I got it from Mickey

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]

I’m cooking and whipping up pies, with no eyes

I’m cooking them burgers and fries, I’m a master in disguise

Mama she told I’m wise, looking at Benjamin Frank in his eyes

I’m taking the plug to Hawaii, I’m chopping on bricks circumcised

My bitch, she came from Dubai, she got that good brain like Devry

I’m smoking and leaning and driving, I hope I don’t get DUI

Watch out for the snake and the lies, I’m trapping and whipping cream pies

My wrists is like water come dive, the streets is a jungle you gotta survive

[Hook]

Migos Back To The Bando

[Hook: Quavo]

Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we came from

Trapping out the houses, where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we came from

Trapping out the houses, that’s where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Trapping out the houses, with boards on the windows

A lot of y’all claim bandos but I know y’all pretenders

You know we the beginners, originate inventors

If you knocking at my bando more than twice you cannot enter

Fishscale rocking

Cooking in Versace

Niggas baller blocking

Feds still watching

Molly sent in, percocet, xans

Break a whole pound down, cap off extra grams

Trap season contact season, Uncle Sam

Bricks all white like the hair off of Sisqo

Pots real greasy like I wiped it down Crisco

Pulled up on a young nigga ask him what he lick for

50 packs in the hood because I made it rappin’

Gave a cutie to my niggas down the road I made it happen

Gave straps to my niggas that I knew was bout that action

Birds sangin’, Toni Braxton, in my trunk, I’m swerving traffic

[Hook: Quavo]

Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we came from

Trapping out the houses, where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we came from

Trapping out the houses, that’s where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

Trapping out the houses, got more cheese than mouses

Kicking in your door, I’m looking for the fucking ounces

Wave around that chopper I’m intimidate spouses

Flipping over sofas, found a 100 in the couches

20 bales of soft, I let that alarm go off

Jerz know he slurred trippin to let one off

What the fuck nigga, you trippin’, you want the police to run up in the house?

He said he won’t give the key up to the safe, I’m bout to put this strap in his mouth

Back to the bando, we go

Back to the backseat they loving the flow

QC they call us Deathrow

We ain’t straight outta Compton, we straight out the Nawf

I’m in da city like Dro

Roll a backwood, no drough, lotta cookie dough (girl scout)

Broke niggas tickle me, Elmo

Bando part 2 on the radio

You niggas are Captain-Save-A-Hoe

I’m a bit better than a playa hoe

You niggas go to them local shows

My bank account is on overload

Y’all niggas ain’t put your wrist in the pot

Get you a knot, they go come to yo a spot

Trap out the bando, cause niggas they watch

Hit you artillery, niggas gon’ plot

[Hook: Quavo]

Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we came from

Trapping out the houses, where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we came from

Trapping out the houses, that’s where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

Migos Emoji A Chain

[Future:]

If Young Metro don’t trust you I’ma shoot you

[Offset:]

Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count)

Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)

We ain’t worried (not at all)

Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)

And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey)

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo)

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain (rain)

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey)

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo)

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain (rain)

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Niggas out here ain’t got stain (yeah)

Making this money, been balling on niggas

They think I’ve been sounding too lame

Pull up and “what the fuck nigga” that’s strange (what the fuck)

Water on my neck and my wrist (splash, splash)

Look at this fluid (splash)

200 sit on my dash, smash

12, I’ma lose ’em

Hot commodity, the dope on hot commodity

The drop is on fire

I’m at the top and I took your slot, you niggas ain’t hot (cold)

Go to the lot and drop

I want the drop, robot

Niggas gon’ talk and pop

You get shot out your socks

What you want lil mama? Go ‘head and fuck on my partner

Comfort your head like a liner

White, these diamonds albino

Wrapping the brick like a gyro

Migo gang Cinco De Mayo

Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count)

Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)

Wayne worried (not at all)

Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)

And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

[Takeoff:]

Flipping the bird, I put a brick in her purse

These niggas evil, a curse

I pray and send ’em to church

I’ma pull up on your turf

I’m with the smoking, who get it first

No addy but I’ma learn

I ain’t been hurt since birth

I know my rights and worth

Birds and Gerald LaVert

I show you the plug at work

He careful from sittin’ but I was a curve

She pull up on me, a curve

Hop in the Rolls and swerve

The watch two tone

It’s white and red so much water

I’ma have to learn how to surf (surf)

[Offset:]

Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count)

Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)

Wayne worried (not at all)

Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)

And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

[Quavo:]

You can’t get a bag, makin’ me laugh (hah) my hips

I Gucci my belt, makin’ an emoji my whip (emoji)

Huncho barbarian, McLaren, I park at fif’s

And the comparison, I’m staring at lines of shrimps

Cruise, of course, like a blimp

Dunking a boat like I’m Kim

Slangin the [?] like a chimp

Shot on me walk with a limp

Niggas so don’t attempt

Ice on change the temp

No sense bangin’ them

Don’t let strangers in

Twist your fingers in

Gangsters shit begin

Used to get in and kickin’ the doors and now I want the back end

Used to sleep on Metro’s floors, fuckin’ a bitch and her friend

Waking them up with a text, say “hoe, let your day begin”

[Offset:]

Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count)

Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)

Wayne worried (not at all)

Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)

And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Put on the Patek, changing the weather

The shit turning into the rain

Migos What Yall Doin

[Hook x2 – Quavo:]

All the real niggas locked up in prison

Most my niggas robbin’ or either killin’

Some my niggas on the block drug dealin’

I just wanna know, what y’all doin’?

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]

What y’all doin’? What y’all doin’?

Gotta make a difference in your own hood

Feel like Will Smith, I see millions, I’m gonna pursue it

If my momma told me if I came up short it’s all good

No I had to tell my mom sorry, I could picture me in that ‘Rari

After all the pain that we went through

I don’t even wanna rewind it

Free all my niggas went down in the system

Send the Green Dot cause I miss ’em

R.I.P. my nigga Pistol, can’t believe the bullet hit him

Sometimes a young nigga might wanna cry

But I can’t let you niggas see it

It was in my soul takin’ flats and gold

Juugin’ round the city for no reason

Juug Season, that’s what a young nigga called it, Juug Season

In the jungle, I survived every season

[Hook – Quavo]

[Verse 2 – Offset:]

What are you doin’? You had money, you blew it

You had dreams on the court, didn’t have no support

All these niggas they stuck in the system

Police keep killin’ my people

Trap on the block with the reefer

Tryin’ to count up the monifa

Beating the pot I might sneak her

Used to kick doors for new sneakers

Can’t trust no bitch cause the sneakin’

I step out that, shoot through your back call you Ricky

Now I got riches so bitches they miss me

Wanna know what you been doin’ all this time

Why you ain’t got no money on your mind

Together we stand, we fall apart then we divide

Fuck the police we might start up a riot

This shit is so pitiful, had to pay money for my nigga’s funeral

That was my nigga we had so much unity

I got in my heart, he on top and he smilin’

Used to talk about a fuckin’ rivalry

What about police that take a bribery?

They don’t give a fuck about people in poverty

Don’t got no property

This a democracy, no apology

[Hook – Quavo]

[Verse 3 – Takeoff:]

Some of my niggas on the block right now

Most of my niggas kick doors right now

Run up on a nigga tryna rob, got a 100 round drum right now

Most of my niggas court, judge don’t drop the hammer down

No Tony Parker, I came a long way from that starter

I’m thanking God cause I never had to ride that Marta

Now my diamonds flawless, make a nigga nauseous

That nigga fresher than Carlton, tryna fuck on Ms. Parker

Remember wanna be a monster, niggas playin’ cops and robbers

Ever since a youngin’ I was a problem

I was a leader, never was a follower

I got your ho in my condo, she poppin’ it

You niggas bitches, you niggas be gossiping’

If a nigga want it, I’ma go get it

My nigga we break it we split it

We takin’ riches cause niggas jumpin’ them fences

Migos Show’ll Is

Show’ll, show’ll, show’ll

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Gotta have the paint double sealed (show’ll)

Mansion on the hills that how we live (show’ll)

Yeah we had it way before these rap deals (show’ll)

I’m just keepin’ it real ain’t I (show’ll)

And we said we gon’ take off a year ago (sho’ did)

Out the hundred green dab for my Migos (show’ll)

All of you bullshit niggas they try to steal the flow (show’ll)

Always lookin’ for the dope but they don’t know what’s under the floor (sho’ did)

[Quavo:]

I got migos in the field

Kick in doors yeah we sho’ did

This the life that a young nigga live

Offset told me to keep it real in the cell

It’s all about the benjis

Do I need to mention?

I stood over the bowl

Spent the night in the kitchen, I sure did

What nigga you know walkin’ the hood with 50 keys?

I feel like a kid or Mahatma Gandhi what it is?

I’m tired of my people shedding tears

I told ’em that we gonna make it that’s the show’ll

Independent life what is what we make it, nigga no deal

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Gotta have the paint double sealed (show’ll)

Mansion on the hills that how we live (show’ll)

Yeah we had it way before these rap deals (show’ll)

I’m just keepin’ it real ain’t I (show’ll)

And we said we gon’ take off a year ago (sho’ did)

Out the hundred green dab for my Migos (show’ll)

All of you bullshit niggas they try to steal the flow (show’ll)

Always lookin’ for the dope but they don’t know what’s under the floor (sho’did)

[Offset:]

Show’ll Is I’m the wizard with show’ll Is

Percocet sacks and I got the white grits

It’s a robbery, I kidnapped your bitch

Breaking in houses, that was a big risk

Watchin’ out for my kids so I didn’t give an shit

Offset the boss you little niggas a prick

Family first, I’m the genie, they wish

I got the sack, ol’ Saint Nick

Came from the burglary

Now that Audi doin’ surgery

Money jumpin’ straight up in the air vertically

Feelin’ like Hercules, hit with the .33

Keep the piece ‘fore they eat you like a reese’s piece

Back to back in the county life with 0 G

All of my niggas on point we don’t miss a beat

When you lookin’ too long my nigga you offended me

Tennessee cause I got bricks for the 10 a key

Long story short, workin’ my wrist and I’m breaking the fort

Keepin’ my babies, I never abort

Juugin’, finessin’ the game like a sport

The block is so hot that you think it’s a torch

I was 15 when jumped off the porch

I was 18 when I stole me a Porsche

Devils on my back, I prayed to the Lord

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Gotta have the paint double sealed (show’ll)

Mansion on the hills that how we live (show’ll)

Yeah we had it way before these rap deals (show’ll)

I’m just keepin’ it real ain’t I (show’ll)

And we said we gon’ take off a year ago (sho’ did)

Out the hundred green dab for my Migos (show’ll)

All of you bullshit niggas they try to steal the flow (show’ll)

Always lookin’ for the dope but they don’t know what’s under the floor (sho’ did)

Migos Finally Rich

Trap, Trap

Young nigga gotta trap

Pull up in the Phantom with the Forgiato rims

Two ho’s, and they kissin’ in the back

She poppin’ the molly, she know that I’m rich

She flippin’ & doin’ them trick’s

Walk in my mansion, and bitches are doin the dishes

You see how I live

These dollars I’m a mu-fuckin rich nigga

Give a fuck about a bitch nigga, rich nigga

[x2]

I been had a milli

These hater’s they watchin they copy

I trap out the vacant

Momma said nigga be patient

I stayed in the trap and I made me a milli

My bitch is fuckin a bitch

Is fuckin my nigga look at my wrist

Livin like Tony Montana

I ride in the Mozzi

I switch to the poor Panemera

Fuck is you thinkin?

My young nigga hit you with Hollow’s

You will not see a tomorrow

Real nigga pull up in the Range Rover

Uou a broke nigga fuckin’ on the same ho

I’m a ball in the mall like Mutombo!

I tell you fuck nigga you stuck in your feeling’s

I ride in the Rari, no ceilin’

Droppin’ the top in the bently

Rich nigga stepped in the buildin’

Bitch I bags to the ceiling

I got diamonds on my neck

Your chick she fuckin’ the rip

I walk in the room and she strip

They talkin’ bout Q.C. the label

But they know that we rich

Young nigga I trap out the Benz

The trap it jumpin’ Shawn Kemp

You nothin’ but a shrimp

Ridin’ round with 2 ho’s and they kissin’ in the back

Young nigga with a sack, Rich!

Young nigga gotta trap

Pull up in the Phantom with the Forgiato rims

Two ho’s, and they kissin’ in the back

She poppin’ the molly, she know that I’m rich

She flippin’ & doin’ them trick’s

Walk in my mansion, and bitches are doin the dishes

You see how I live

These dollars I’m a mu-fuckin rich nigga

Give a fuck about a bitch nigga, rich nigga

[x2]

Give a fuck about you.. or your feelin’s

Young nigga worth a billion

The kitchen she whippin that Lindsay

Countin the benji, you envy

Laughin, I’m sippin’ and drinkin’ the pink

Broke as the bitch, there no gas in your tank

You ridin’ a honda, I’m chasin the Comma’s

Pull up in the Phantom!

Young nigga had to get it

From the bottom, [?]

You’ll never find a nigga that can do it like me

On the jet gettin’ paid flyin cross the country

Fuck all [?]

Your bitch wife me on tv

Walk in [?]

Diamonds dancing on the camera

Ask your baby momma, I’m the hottest in Atlanta

Red bottom my shoe, like I murdered a bitch

VVS diamonds, my neck, and my wrist

Got 5 gold ring’s on

Nigga mad cause his girl got my song on her ringtone

Pull up in Phantom, I’m ridin with Loucy

See she got a trophy

I know that you cussin’ and lovin’ that bitch

You watchin’ her clothes leave

Young nigga gotta trap

Pull up in the Phantom with the Forgiato rims

Two ho’s, and they kissin’ in the back

She poppin’ the molly, she know that I’m rich

She flippin’ & doin’ them trick’s

Walk in my mansion, and bitches are doin the dishes

You see how I live

These dollars I’m a mu-fuckin rich nigga

Give a fuck about a bitch nigga, rich nigga

[x2]