Ay, Migos
(Zaytoven)
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Whole lotta money, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta wrists
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta wrists
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
100 nigga broke that's a shame-shame-shame
Picasso Margiela, it got the paint-paint-paint
4000 dollars for a dinosaur (?)
40,000 for a Rollie, plain jane
When I walk in this bit' I need bitches that know my name
If you reachin' for my chin I hit you with the chopper, bang
I hit these bitches from the back, I smack her like a podie-tang
Dabbing in Ballenciaga make orangoutang
I got babies in the kitchen, babies in the living room
Molly if you want to take a flight out to the moon
Get in that pussy, beat the pussy like (?)
Me and Block hitting two bitches, the same room
I was trapping all night, all noon
We are not the same, we are not like you
They talking all that popping nigga is you bullet proof?
I just (?) I put that bitch up on the booth
She don't know about a nigga, paper keep her out the loop
Fucking bitches by the three or fuck 'em by the deuce
I don't fuck with you niggas, you and 12 in cahoots
Don't eat from these bitches, mama said they put roots
Ay, ay, ay, ay, never show a nigga where you mama head lay
A-K, K-K-K, white in my kitchen like the KKK
Whole lotta money, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta wrists
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta wrists
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Pull up in the (?), bring the Maybach back
All white motherfucker with the Kel (?) Tec
I'm the young nigga with 100 percent
(?) still trap out the fence
Bricks and the bails, I'm the candy man
Got a real plug nigga, yeah we have it now
Kept it real with the street now I'm a millionaire
Got bitches in foreigns, they everywhere
Might pull up in the trenches in a (?) Jeep
Smoking on cookie with a brick on the seat
F&N holding up the DNG
Young rich nigga, yeah they rocking with me
I might pull up on the plug with a half a ticket
Order 37 bricks, tell him get back with him
Tryna sell a (?)
(?) out the pot if you know how to spend it
I was in the trap all night working my moves
Said a nigga bout to (?) crack the dog food
Jump straight out I done (?)
Caught my first plug for a couple hundred or two
Went straight to the lot and cashed out the coupe
Spent the other seven on some whooptie-whoops
Show love to the hood like the gangsters do
Nigga I'm used to money, what I'm supposed to do?