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Migos - Deadz feat. 2 Chainz [Official Video]Migos ATL2017-02-23 | C U L T U R E - AVAILABLE NOW ►Merch: http://flyt.it/CULTUREmerchstore ►Spotify: http://flyt.it/CULTUREsp ►iTunes: http://flyt.it/CULTURE ►Apple Music: http://flyt.it/CULTUREap ►Amazon Music: http://flyt.it/CULTUREam ►Google Play: http://flyt.it/CULTUREgp -- Directed by DAPS -- Follow: http://www.twitter.com/migos http://instagram.com/migos facebook.com/THEMigosAtlTakeoff, Rich The Kid - Crypto (Official Video)Migos ATL2022-03-11 | Watch the official video for Takeoff Feat. Rich The Kid "Crypto."
http://vevo.ly/XzBH98Mayor Andrew Young & The Atlanta Olympics | Home Courts With QuavoMigos ATL2021-12-16 | Quavo’s with former Atlanta Mayor Andrew Young - discussing his relationship with basketball and how he helped steer the Olympics to Atlanta that ultimately helped create an independent black culture in the area.Quavo hangs with Melissa Proctor, Atlanta Hawks| Home Courts With QuavoMigos ATL2021-12-16 | Quavo’s hanging with Melissa Proctor, the CMO of the Atlanta Hawks, talking about how the Hawks are a civic asset; how they give back to the community with things like COVID testing centers and in-house voting and how they’ve helped shrink truancy.Playing Hoops With Josh Smith & Chris Allen| Home Courts With QuavoMigos ATL2021-12-16 | Quavo’s a long-time fan of former NBA player Josh Smith and former Michigan State Player Chris Allen - and now he’s playing pool and shooting hoops with them, talking about how Josh went straight from high school to the pros, and how Chris slipped out of the leagues.From The Streets To The NBA | Home Courts With QuavoMigos ATL2021-12-16 | Quavo’s in Bankhead talking to Atlanta Celtics GM, Coach Hulio Smith and how he’s managed to coach 27 guys from the streets into the NBA. He also talks to Rashaad Carruth, a former McDonald’s All-American and graduate of Coach Smith’s program whose son is now a member of the Celtics team.Atlanta’s Basketball Courts | Home Courts With QuavoMigos ATL2021-12-16 | Quavo hits the basketball courts of Atlanta to find out what makes local communities tick. He’s joined by Renee Montgomery, Killer Mike, Walter Stith and more to discuss what’s giving people hope - and more importantly, what needs to change.
0:00 Intro 1:02 Mayor Andrew Young 3:49 Renee Montgomery 8:10 Killer Mike 12:00 Walter Stith 14:58 Team Huncho 19:36 Kasim ReedHome Courts With Quavo | TrailerMigos ATL2021-12-02 | In this special, Quavo is hitting the basketball courts of Atlanta to find out what makes local communities tick. He’s joined by Renee Montgomery, Killer Mike, Walter Stith and more to discuss what’s giving people hope - and more importantly, what needs to change. Don’t miss it!Quavo Feat. Yung Miami - Strub Tha Ground (Official Video)Migos ATL2021-10-22 | Watch the official video for Quavo Feat. Yung Miami "Strub Tha Ground"
Strub tha ground (strub tha ground) x8 Pop it, don’t stop it Shake that ass, strub tha ground I didn’t bring my wallet I’m a deal, strub tha ground Took it to the top I say swoop, strub tha ground She put on them 40 inches I say woo, and strub tha ground
(Quavo Verse) Ever sit in a Lamb Ever been on the stage or the supersonic screen Look up baby, touch the ground Pick up baby, that shit green Then it turnt to the blue, then it turnt to the white Damn near scrape the ground Never been a strub, but I make her strub tha ground Straight up out that norf norf Make your bitch my stomping ground Bitch I’m on the scoreboard, yes I up the score for now Bitch I told you strub the ground Then I’m coming to sweep the town Meg Thee Stallion, them knees go down Meg Thee Stallion, them knees go strong Ain’t got time, can’t be here for long Did my straightening then I’ma go on and on
Strub tha ground (strub tha ground) x8 Pop it, don’t stop it Shake that ass, strub tha ground I didn’t bring my wallet I’m a deal, strub tha ground Took it to the top I say swoop, strub tha ground She put on them 40 inches I say woo, and strub tha ground
(Yung Miami) Petty as hell and perfect This pussy for sale ain’t worth it Saw that bitch talking online Caught her in person, she begging for mercy Wrapping my legs on the back of his neck And my feet by the name on the jersey Got me a condo in Jersey He wanted to lease it, but I made him purchase Strub tha ground, for them bands, I want ‘em now Thotiana, my baguettes said buss it down My old n****s can’t fuck with me I need 100k for a shopping spree Fuckn***a why you callin’ me I need a brand new whip for apology Shake that ass, throw that cash, watch me throw it back This that WAP, pussy fat, don’t be coming fast
Strub tha ground (strub tha ground) x8 Pop it, don’t stop it Shake that ass, strub tha ground I didn’t bring my wallet I’m a deal, strub tha ground Took it to the top I say swoop, strub tha ground She put on them 40 inches I say woo, and strub tha ground
[Intro: Quavo] Yeah, feel me? Yeah, you know what I'm saying? Trap talk shit, you know what I mean? (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Yeah, ain't nothing nice over here, nigga You gotta get your shit your own way Trifecta shit, you know what I mean?
[Chorus: Quavo] You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (What's happening) I dropped the ball right out of the gate (Woo) Now I'm trapping (I'm trapping) Nigga, quit capping (Capping) Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing (Free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing (Relaxing) Talked that shit over the phone (Phone) They talking that shit in the tweets (They talk) We can see that shit all on the 'Gram (I see it) Nigga we 'bout to go ham (Grraow) Run that shit or shut it down (Woo) We 'bout to go out of town (Suu) Come back and bring all the pounds
[Verse 1: Takeoff] We 'bout to go out of town (Go) Bring her back, breaking it down (Break it) Thirties, fifties, hundred rounds (Brra) Sipping, smoking out the pound Capital smiley faces, fuck a frown I want that cash, nigga, fuck a crown I give my last to my niggas who been with me from the past 'cause they stayed down (For real) And it's a couple niggas that was with me, I cut 'em, they lost and was never found (Cut 'em) And it's a lot of shit that we done did, that we can't talk about or show on the 'Gram (Shh) They pay me to go out of town That shit like a boomerang, come back around It's just like a movie when cameras come out and they flashing like Tarantino was around Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls I'm talking a Cullinan, color of brown (Rolls) We put your face on a T-shirt Drinking codeine, I think that my teeth hurt (Drank) I jumped off the porch feet first Before I eat, I gotta get geeked first (Geek) They told us we didn't inspire lil' bro and 'em I told 'em, ""Go do your research"" (Go do your research) They calling the flag When we see the opps, we buy 'em a new hearse (New hearse) Cheat on my bitch and I told her I'm sorry, but fuck it, I bought her a new purse (Birkin)
[Chorus: Quavo] You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (What's happening) I dropped the ball right out of the gate (Woo) Now I'm trapping (I'm trapping) Nigga, quit capping (Capping) Put a little shit up, we taxing (Taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing (Free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing (Relaxing) Talked that shit over the phone (Phone) They talking that shit in the tweets (They talk) We can see that shit all on the 'Gram (I see it) Nigga we 'bout to go ham (Grraow) Run that shit or shut it down (Woo) We 'bout to go out of town (Suu) Come back and bring all the pounds
[Verse 2: Offset] You know how it go (Go) Bitch should've fucked but she know what I know (Hey) Kicked down the door, that was all that I know (Kick door) Credit card fraud and I bought me a bowl Chrome Heart drip, take a pic, I'm lit (Drip) Multi-millionaire riding with a stick (Million) Make her do a handstand, sucking good dick (Woo) Where would I be if I ain't never hit a lick? (Hey) Who put a bag on your back? You a bitch (Who?) Chopper gon' shatter 'em, spray 'em like Chris (Grrra) We ball together, I give a assist (Ball) Can't fall, no never, I ain't second, not shit Thank God for my life, I wasn't right I seen my mama cry middle the night (Night) My brother got hit up, he fought for his life (Woo) My watch is heavy, these baguettes is light (Baguettes) I'm popping meds and I know it ain't right (Yeah) I cannot sleep like a thief at the night (Shit) Dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped (Hey) The chopper gon' spit out the teeth like it's Mike (Grrra, grrra) I bought me the Lamb' then I bought me the Rover (Skrrt) I don't drive but I keep me a chauffeur (I'm boujie) I stay focused, the game is poker (Focused) I put diamonds in Cartier bifocals (Bifocals) We winning, let's pour up and toast then (Let's pour up) She like when I fuck her and choke her (Ahh) She set up the opps and we smoke 'em (Opps) Ain't no drought in the trap, we in motion (Hey)
[Chorus: Quavo]
#Migos #CultureIII #HowWeComingMigos - Roadrunner (Official Video)Migos ATL2021-07-21 | Watch the official video for Migos - "Roadrunner"
Stream//Download Migos new album "Culture III" here: https://QualityControl.lnk.to/CultureIII
[Intro: Offset] Whoa You know what I’m saying? Niggas done forgot about this shit, mane, uh These niggas trippin’, uh, (Producer tag: Zaytoven)
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse: Offset] Don’t give a fuck if a bitch is a nun (nun) She sucking me numb, til’ I go to sleep (numb) Told myself I am the don (don), then bought me a Don, that shit wasn’t cheap (whoo) Nah, nah, ain’t givin’ no ones (nah), got a lil’ stick, and the arm with a reach (pa, pa, pa) Trap out the wide body jeep (wide body) You already know ‘bout the robotic key Ran out of thunder, the trap doing numbers Burn out the ‘Cat, but I serve in the Honda (burn out) Saving my money, my vision was tunnel (whoo) Remember I thought that 100 was something I chose the streets and it’s hurting my momma (my momma) I heard the beat and the millions start comin’ I had no money, been locked in the jungle (no money) I drive the coupe and it’s not in the summer (uh, uh) Back against the wall, they abandoned a g (back) The Za’ it keep tasting like candy to me (Za Za) Thottie can fuck on my man and then me (thot, thot) Port-o-potty the opp, you smell the degree (stain) The block, the Naw is embedded in me (Nawf) Leave him hot, he got hit with the cut in his sleep (cut) I pay a dub to my brother, let’s eat (dub) Bought my bitch a new Urus and boarded the sea
[Chorus: Offset & Quavo] (Hey) Maison Margiela, I’m dripping I’m stepping, they know that I’m repping my gang (my gang) Wokhardt, the Perky’, the Addy’ I’m mixing the dope, got dope in my chain (dope, my chain) Supercharge all of my cars, and I’m going to Mars This money ain’t changed (ain’t change) Took off my top, I’m exposing the brains, got young niggas ready to stain (oh) Told a bad bitch, “Don’t Speak” (whoo) Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey) Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona) Switch my ho by the week (sore) Bring my flame to the street Fuck her in the throat Keep my name out the street (euh) Runnin’ to the bank, track meet Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep beep
[Verse: Quavo] Demon in the Gladiator Jeep (skrrt) Low key movin’ in the streets (low key) Bullet-proof trucks in the fleet (rrraow) Mafia ties too deep (go) I cut the inside of the Mercedes, I’m crazy (go) Don’t trap in one spot, we’ll switch the location (switch) Ordered it up and it came with some gravy (brrr) Bigger the bails, better come with the payment (uh) Ain’t nothin’ just the Nawf side, Nawf (Nawf side) Top floor sittin’ like a boss (top) Rrring, there go the call (rrring) Dem’ and those damn niggas fall (uh) Behind the back, double the cross No, I’m not talkin’ bout dribble the ball (I’m tellin’ ya’) We buckin’ that shit on the law Yo Gotti, the way we get off (Yo Gotti) From the beginning (beginning), we had the talent to win it (soo) Protectin’ the business (go), I’m buying the block new extensions (buying the block) You can not walk in my J’s, you kiddin’ You will be finished (you niggas bitches) Hustle mentality, Mamba mentality, scrape every dollar and penny (uh)
[Chorus: Offset & Quavo]
[Verse: Takeoff] Big stones, it’s a waterfall leak (leak) I never been a clone, it’s only one of me Slide when I ride, keep the fire under me (fire) Niggas in the street don’t think things’ sweet (sweet) Your bitch act right, I give her a treat (treat) Chrome Heart jeans and Patek Phillipe (ice) She want a Birkin, I tell her go work it (whoo) She ain’t gon’ sit there and get it for free (nah) Lil’ bitty bitch, she petite (she is) Thinking ‘bout taking her home with me (I might) She hop in the coupe and get to frowning her face ‘Cause she says the Za Za stinks (ew) My ice came from Elliot No not the water that’s outta your sink (no) Got so many K’s, Confederate Don’t think about touching on my Cuban link (brrr) I got the gang in ink All of my bro’s gon’ stain for me (stain) I flood the gang with chains ‘Cause I know that they won’t change on me (never) Me and the coupe, that’s a couple (coupe) I throw the racks in the duffle (cash) I gotta’ ride with a cutter Styro the cup, and it gotta’ be double (drank)
http://vevo.ly/f154k2ICE COLD | J Balvin & IceMigos ATL2021-07-09 | In this clip, J Balvin works with jewelry maker Ben Baller to create a unique, custom-made piece of art. It’s all part of the Ice Cold mini-doc series.ICE COLD | Exclusive Interviews SpecialMigos ATL2021-07-09 | Ice Cold is a look at the American dream through the prism of jewelry. In this exclusive special, you’ll go behind the scenes and catch never-before-seen footage of some of Hip Hop’s biggest names like Migos, Talib Kweli, A$AP Ferg, and many, many, more talking about their culture trophies, how much they cost, and what they mean to them. Plus, director Karam Gill talks about what went into the making of the series.
Watch More Ice Cold Episode 1: The Promise of Hip Hop Jewelry youtu.be/4sqSbmP18fQ Episode 2: The Trophies of Hip Hop Jewelry youtu.be/F77T9R8r9yg Episode 3: The World of Hip Hop Jewelry youtu.be/z2iUbCMUvE0 Episode 4: The World of Hip Hop Jewelry youtu.be/i3A21hXTOAoICE COLD: The Artform of Hip Hop JewelryMigos ATL2021-07-09 | Hip Hop jewelry keeps evolving – and owning custom jewelry is like collecting art. J Balvin talks about his love for ice while seeing a new piece that’s just been created for him. And Migos, A$AP Ferg, and Talib Kweli are on hand to have a larger conversation around how the evolution of hip-hop jewelry is reflective of our larger societal shift towards appreciating non-white art. Episode 4 of Ice Cold.
0:00 Intro 3:01 J Balvin 5:27 Personal Taste 7:13 The Hip Hop Aesthetic 9:49 Hi Tiffany 12:17 Acceptance 14:05 Things ChangeICE COLD: The World of Hip Hop JewelryMigos ATL2021-07-09 | Being a jeweler is as dangerous as it is lucrative and there’s a cut-throat, super competitive nature to the business. We talk to the jewelers who knowingly work in a risky business to supply the stars – names like Johnny Dang, Ice Box, Ben Baller, Eliantte, and Avianne & Co. For artists, there are risks and rewards to owning ice; their pieces can create wealth for generations, but it also requires them to have security at all times. We’ll hear from Quavo, Migos, Lil Yachty, De La Soul, and CEO P of Quality Control Music. Episode 3 of Ice Cold.
0:00 Intro 2:07 The Jewelers 4:18 Rivalries 6:32 Breaking Down The Bling 8:37 Criminality 10:54 Rocks & Minerals 13:32 Revolutionary 16:17 ValuesMigos - Roadrunner (Official Trailer)Migos ATL2021-07-09 | Watch the official trailer for Migos - Roadrunner.
Stream//Download Migos new album "Culture III" here: https://QualityControl.lnk.to/CultureIII
Follow Migos on socials: instagram.com/migos facebook.com/THEMigosAtl twitter.com/migosICE COLD: The Trophies of Hip Hop JewelryMigos ATL2021-07-09 | We hear from City Girls, A$AP Ferg, A-Boogie, Lil Yachty, Migos, French Montana, Mustard, and Lil Baby about how much their pieces cost. We also look into why they spend so much money; and that’s down to the fans who expect to always see their favorite artist dripping in ice. Episode 2 of Ice Cold.
0:00 Intro 1:46 Money 3:52 Dynasties 7:09 Reaching For The Gold 10:54 Robbery 13:38 Equality 16:51 The Importance Of BlingICE COLD: The Promise of Hip Hop JewelryMigos ATL2021-07-09 | “When you’re wearing diamonds, it’s like a big f-you to everybody” How and when did jewelry become part of Hip Hop culture? A$AP Ferg, Migos, Lil Yachty, Talib Kweli weigh in alongside 80’s heavyweights Eric B & Rakim and Slick Rick to see the much deeper meaning and purpose behind it all. Episode 1 of Ice Cold.
http://vevo.ly/mP2ZhcICE COLD | Official TrailerMigos ATL2021-06-16 | Told through the multi-faceted prism of jewelry, Ice Cold explores Hip Hop’s ability to reimagine and transcend established notions of wealth, status, and superiority. Across four episodes, you’ll hear from stars like Migos, Lil Yachty, A$AP Ferg, J. Balvin, City Girls, Talib Kweli and many, many more - all showing off their ice and speaking to deeper issues driving the passion for jewlery: racial inequality, access to the American Dream & the sheer resilience of hip-hop culture.Migos - Why Not (Official Video)Migos ATL2021-06-14 | Watch the official video for Migos - "Why Not"
Stream//Download Migos new album "Culture III" here: https://QualityControl.lnk.to/CultureIII
[Chorus: Quavo] Get money, why not (cash) I’ll sell a brick on your block (brick) You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) I’ll fuck your bitch in your spot (whoa) Young nigga runnin’ around too hot Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt) 12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt) Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (soo)
[Verse: Quavo] Remember that time, that lil’ great lil’ Audi with the rubberband tires Remember that time, in the bando, in the house with the boards on the sides (uhh) Aint even have no fire, gettin’ beat, gettin’ stomped til’ a nigga (stomped) Everybody talking that cap (whoo), til a nigga get papped (whoo), I know a nigga lyin’ (uh) Nigga ain’t flexing, nigga I’m outside, nigga your bitch just pressin’ (bitch) When I bought the presi, I put the big boy nuggets in the big boy necklace (soo, soo, soo) Look at my section (section), nun’ but them playa’s, it’s a big boy blessing (playa’s) Freak sum little bitch sexy (sexy), she don’t go yet, she ready (she ready) I drive the coup like Andretti’s, nigga gon’ spin, gon’ spray no confetti (spin) The bankroll way too heavy, walk with a wop, with a wop, no fetty (walk) Handing out a gifts like Oprah, he gets some P’s and she gets a Birkin (you get a Birkin) Turn me a fuck nigga over Washing my hands with bleach and detergent (go) Washing my hands with bleach and detergent (whoo) In the Maybach, with the new curtains (curtains) Flipping them bands, the one that we working (Bands) Built her from scratch, and now she too perfect (scratch) Whoa what was that (whoa) All these bitches ass fat (fat) And they naked and they bad (bad) For that pussy, it’s a tax Oh no no, goin out sad (no) I just ordered up a bag (no, no) Sellin’ drip (drip), fuck a swag (drip) I put diamonds on my glass (glass)
[Chorus: Quavo] Get money, why not (cash) I’ll sell a brick on your block (Brick) You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) I’ll fuck your bitch in your spot (who) Young nigga runnin’ around too hot Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt) 12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt) Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (soo)
[Verse: Takeoff] Free them niggas I’ma still sending green dots (free) Fuck all the ops, they get red dots (fuck em’) No need to buy That’s a waste of money on the vest, cause my nigga takin’ head shots I’m in the skies Fuck a coolant on the stick ‘cause the shells hot I got the vibes Know I got drugs, they call me the med doc (Takeoff) Niggas be hoe’s (hoes) Call him baby boy, cause he got put in a headlock (ha) Breaking that bowl (whippin’) Got head from your thot and a red dot (damn) Brand new strap, they dead stock Talk to a bitch like Red Fox (bitch) I spent a two on a factory watch Thought a nigga with no money said something I’m high and they pray on my downfall I’m geeking, I’m staring at walls Forgot I had mixed the ‘Perky with the Adderall Got the soda for me and Chris Paul Clean, drank Maybach, why not, these niggas cap, lemme find out (cap) Young niggas ready to wild out (spend) They get too much money, timeout (hold on)
[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff} Get money, why not (get it) I’ll sell a brick on your block (brick, brick) You think shit sweet but you know now (pussy) I’ll fuck your bitch in your spot (whoa) Young nigga runnin’ around too hot Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt) 12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt) Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (Set)
(Offset Verse) Lick for a lick (lick), walk with a stick (go) Wish they'd come up, Rollie’ come off his wrist (whoa) Adopting the choppa’s I make them my kids (adopting the choppa’s) Givin’ the purse and I’m givin’ her dick Crocodile Prada, this belt cost a fit (Crocodile) He got a bag out his stomach, the shit (euh) He a fuck nigga, fuck on his bitch (fuck nigga) When they shoot when they aim they don’t miss (pa, pew) Fire, hot We on the boat with the thots, fire (thots) Ice in the blick, then somebody gon’ cry (blicks) Lift up my wrist, put the sun in the sky That niggas sweet, that nigga pie (he sweet) He seen a demon, just look in his eyes (demons) Like my demeanor, she fuckin’ right now (right now) I let it ring and they duckin’ right now (right now) Dropped outta school, turned to a criminal Fuck all the rules, run up the regiment (run up the racks) 7-6-2, played and I’m sendin’ em’ (sendin’ em’) 50 a drum, I call it cinnamon (50) Steppin’ (hey), for the name in the game, what you reppin’? (what gang?) Gotta’ move in the street with a weapon Put the guettes’ on the face of the bezel (guettes’) Drop the pin, we’ll spin on whoever
[Chorus: Quavo]
#Migos #WhyNot #CultureIII
Music video by Migos performing Why Not. Quality Control Music/Motown...Migos - Modern Day (Official Video)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Watch the the official video for Migos - "Modern Day"
Stream//Download Migos new album "Culture III" here: https://QualityControl.lnk.to/CultureIII
[QUAVO VERSE] Yeah, let’s take a modern day stroll This is the modern day hoe Last time I checked we were running the globe I’m bout to go figure four Two knocks two time, it’s a brick at the door Somebody blowing up lil mama phone Lil n**** just come get ya hoe I’m talking Patek on the wrist Baguette gone dance on the bitch You know that bitch too thick You can’t even see the pants on that bitch The way that we spinnin’ Spinnin’ in hellcats goin Taz on the kit She wanna pop a G6 She suckin’ on d*** until six I make a movie I’m going Michael Bay, Huncho the Sensei The way that I’m moving We going motorcade, move the tactical way I need the backend this way Somebody packing this way She get to clapping that way You don’t got the answers like Sway F*** it I’m cooling I’m in the coupe with the top and I’m waving a coolant Switch it go dually With a bad bitch and I play with her mind and her coochie I’m still Ratatouille, I got a pot that’s so big it look like Chattahoochie We not the Fugees, I go fooley if a n**** try to three stooges
(QUAVO HOOK) Break a brick down n**** Break a brick down n**** Break a bitch down n**** Break a bitch down n**** Word around town n**** Heard your askin’ around n**** Get the f*** from around n**** You ain’t even from the town n****
[TAKEOFF VERSE] Takeoff Where the f*** he came from (where) When she see the Dawn she givin me some The Rari came red like a plum (red) The streets like the sun (hot) I gotta ride with a drum, Keep smoke in my lungs (smoke) Arabian bitch in the passenger seat like she got a illegal bomb (bomb) Baguette the charm, rainbow Daytona I Lucky Charm the arm (Lucky) That bitch is boring Oh that’s your main, come get her can’t help it she going Count up a bag but no we ain’t touring If it ain’t bout money I think it’s annoying Pop me a perc with a cup of the purp When I hop in the vert with no key and I storm (skurrt) BB the belt and I VV the arm Hop on a PJ go visit the farm Indoor and Outdoor whatever you on (wat u on) Put that lil boy up cuz my money grown I know some n***** got rich off of zones Made double digits off Apple iPhones Throw that shit on I get fly like a drone Put dick in her once she won’t leave me alone Kapital bones the Wallet is chrome They say they the opps but loving the song (opp) Eat up the dab when they come around And then go and put everything we got on If I got a plate you know that he ate I’m too blessed so one thing I can’t do is hate I like what you doing just humble yourself And know we the ones that open the gate (open the gate!!)
[QUAVO HOOK] Break a brick down n**** Break a brick down n**** Break a bitch down n**** Break a bitch down n**** Word around town n**** Heard your ass get around n**** Get the f*** from around n**** You ain’t even from the town n****
(OFFSET VERSE) Big body Urus, fast and the furious Grippin my Mac watch the rear in the mirror Baguettes on my neck on the Lear I’m superior 250 each ear what’d you say I can’t hear Shoot dices my prices they lower than Sears She ride the d*** speed it up outta gear Dropped outta school cuz I didn’t wanna hear I was thinking about making an M every period Got my shit out the block Seventeen hot trynna plot on the guap F*** that bitch I had to go and get a knot I was on the block ain’t know about a yacht Stick in my crotch, Audemars watch, Burberry socks I was curving a thot Got baby KK a Birkin why not Bought a AK fell in love when I shot We beat em in dough, we beat em in hoes We beat em in clothes, we beat em in Lambos on the road Hold up my wrist it got rocks like HOV These boys are my kids don’t talk no more I’m stuffing d*** in the back of this hoe My Rollie got skittles you taste the rainbow Keep down the delay I’m not Kurtis Blow Dropping the load on the Nawf in the go Bad but bitch ain’t got nothing to give I’m a dad in this industry I got some kids She wanna f*** me I know I can see it Just for some clout n****s jump off a bridge I had a drop on the opp and we slid I don’t be gamblin my dog that’s the wig Make the money eight ways I’m a squid He tellin, he yellin, he work with the pigs
[QUAVO HOOK] Break a brick down n**** Break a brick down n**** Break a bitch down n**** Break a bitch down n**** Word around town n**** Heard your ass get around n**** Get the f*** from around n**** You ain’t even from the town n****
#Migos #ModernDay #CultureIIIMigos feat. Drake - Having Our Way - (Lyric Video)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Watch the official lyric video for Migos feat. Drake- "Having Our Way"
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[Chorus: Quavo] When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (sexy) Flexin’ on the ‘gram, made her @ me (@ me) Cash kicked in on the worst day (cash) Quit cap’n girl, you know it ain’t your birthday (birthday) Ay’ who birthday? Put yo hand up You get a purse bae, if she bad enough She get a car today (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) Hit that dash skate (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) skeet (skrrt)
[Verse: Quavo] 50 bands to 100, get your racks up (racks up) Throw it back, get that cash out the Brinks truck (Brinks truck) New whip, show the slip, it’s the pink one (whip) Now tattoo me on your ass, so it means something (oh) Thumb through it, count that big bank roll (count it) Pavé on my Cartier by 4 (eyes) She say she gon’ say not nothing if she told (nothin’) Coke bottle shape she got the world on her mold (whoo) Pop out with a vibe, but I got her in disguise (in disguise) Lookin’ dead at her, hypnotized, I can see it all in her eyes (hypnotized) Pull up with a stick stick, to thick thick in her thighs (thighs) Gang gang get rich rich crossed the world, y’een havin’ ties (gang) Be about it, don’t talk about it, just walk about it, that it’s its (whoa) Everybody be somebody, til’ somebody get hit (ow) I can chop a brick like a rider, but I gave it up and made a hit (hit) I done came from the coach to the first class, now I’m flying a jet
[Chorus: Quavo] When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (sexy) Flexin’ on the ‘gram, made her @ me (@ me) Cash kicked in on the worst day (cash) Quit cap’n girl, you know it ain’t your birthday (birthday) Ay’ who birthday? Put yo hand up You get a purse bae, if she bad enough She get a car today (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) Hit that dash skate (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) skeet (skrrt)
[Verse: Takeoff] Hit that dash, skate (hit it) Get that bag, bae (get it) Make em’ mad, make them bitches have a bad day (bad) What that tag say, don’t make that bag wait (no) We smokin’ pound cake (cookie), don’t need no ashtray (nah) Everybody wanna talk about a check, but I ain’t seen a check get spent (where?) Hit the bih one time, I gave her good dick, and she ain’t seen me since (swear) She on her first cup, by the fourth one she gon’ end up sick (euhhh) Tellin’ her best friend about the car I got, “He filthy rich” (Richie) Now you can get a Birkin bag for your birthday (Birky’) Raise your hands high, if you want this shit for certain She went back to ratchet, cause that cute shit wasn’t workin’ We can leave after the party, cause the Maybach came with curtains (Takeoff)
[Chorus: Quavo] When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (sexy) Flexin’ on the ‘gram, made her @ me (@ me) Cash kicked in on the worst day (cash) Quit cap’n girl, you know it ain’t your birthday (birthday) Ay’ who birthday? Put yo hand up You get a purse bae, if she bad enough She get a car today (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) Hit that dash skate (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) skeet (skrrt)
[Verse: Offset] (Hey, Offset) She woke up, 100 racks cash and a choker (cash) Bought a new Benz and Rover (cash) We fuck in the Tesla, doors up (Tesla) She bad, she walk with her nose up (nose up) Cash, so much it don’t fold up (fold up) Diamonds on you, you done glowed up She is a beautiful grown up (hey) Only come out in the dark And get hit out the park And she callin’ me Sosa (hit out the park) Told her she better be smart Better go with your heart Girl you gotta’ be focused (go with your heart) I heard your last nigga was bogus (bogus) Fucking me good, you a grown up (grown up) When you’re with me, put your phone up (phone up) Flooded my wrist, it’s a cold cut (cold cut) Baby girl you vulnerable, I’m pressing up, I’m on to you (on you) Bottega, you on it too (oh), that pussy’s so phenomenal (yeah it is) Say it’s your birthday (whoa), let me take you to the carnival (oh) Here go $50k (yessir), I hope it make you feel more comfortable (yeah)
[Chorus: Quavo] When that drink kick in, she feel sexy (sexy) Flexin’ on the ‘gram, made her @ me (@ me) Cash kicked in on the worst day (cash) Quit cap’n girl, you know it ain’t your birthday (birthday) Ay’ who birthday? Put yo hand up You get a purse bae, if she bad enough She get a car today (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) Hit that dash skate (skrrt), hit that dash, skate (skrrt) skeet (skrrt)
#Migos #Birthday #CultureIIIMigos - Why Not (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos - "Why Not"
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[Chorus: Quavo] Get money, why not (cash) I’ll sell a brick on your block (brick) You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) I’ll fuck your bitch in your spot (whoa) Young nigga runnin’ around too hot Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt) 12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt) Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (soo)
[Verse: Quavo] Remember that time, that lil’ great lil’ Audi with the rubberband tires Remember that time, in the bando, in the house with the boards on the sides (uhh) Aint even have no fire, gettin’ beat, gettin’ stomped til’ a nigga (stomped) Everybody talking that cap (whoo), til a nigga get papped (whoo), I know a nigga lyin’ (uh) Nigga ain’t flexing, nigga I’m outside, nigga your bitch just pressin’ (bitch) When I bought the presi, I put the big boy nuggets in the big boy necklace (soo, soo, soo) Look at my section (section), nun’ but them playa’s, it’s a big boy blessing (playa’s) Freak sum little bitch sexy (sexy), she don’t go yet, she ready (she ready) I drive the coup like Andretti’s, nigga gon’ spin, gon’ spray no confetti (spin) The bankroll way too heavy, walk with a wop, with a wop, no fetty (walk) Handing out a gifts like Oprah, he gets some P’s and she gets a Birkin (you get a Birkin) Turn me a fuck nigga over Washing my hands with bleach and detergent (go) Washing my hands with bleach and detergent (whoo) In the Maybach, with the new curtains (curtains) Flipping them bands, the one that we working (Bands) Built her from scratch, and now she too perfect (scratch) Whoa what was that (whoa) All these bitches ass fat (fat) And they naked and they bad (bad) For that pussy, it’s a tax Oh no no, goin out sad (no) I just ordered up a bag (no, no) Sellin’ drip (drip), fuck a swag (drip) I put diamonds on my glass (glass)
[Chorus: Quavo] Get money, why not (cash) I’ll sell a brick on your block (Brick) You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) I’ll fuck your bitch in your spot (who) Young nigga runnin’ around too hot Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt) 12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt) Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (soo)
[Verse: Takeoff] Free them niggas I’ma still sending green dots (free) Fuck all the ops, they get red dots (fuck em’) No need to buy That’s a waste of money on the vest, cause my nigga takin’ head shots I’m in the skies Fuck a coolant on the stick ‘cause the shells hot I got the vibes Know I got drugs, they call me the med doc (Takeoff) Niggas be hoe’s (hoes) Call him baby boy, cause he got put in a headlock (ha) Breaking that bowl (whippin’) Got head from your thot and a red dot (damn) Brand new strap, they dead stock Talk to a bitch like Red Fox (bitch) I spent a two on a factory watch Thought a nigga with no money said something I’m high and they pray on my downfall I’m geeking, I’m staring at walls Forgot I had mixed the ‘Perky with the Adderall Got the soda for me and Chris Paul Clean, drank Maybach, why not, these niggas cap, lemme find out (cap) Young niggas ready to wild out (spend) They get too much money, timeout (hold on)
[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff} Get money, why not (get it) I’ll sell a brick on your block (brick, brick) You think shit sweet but you know now (pussy) I’ll fuck your bitch in your spot (whoa) Young nigga runnin’ around too hot Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt) 12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt) Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (Set)
(Offset Verse) Lick for a lick (lick), walk with a stick (go) Wish they'd come up, Rollie’ come off his wrist (whoa) Adopting the choppa’s I make them my kids (adopting the choppa’s) Givin’ the purse and I’m givin’ her dick Crocodile Prada, this belt cost a fit (Crocodile) He got a bag out his stomach, the shit (euh) He a fuck nigga, fuck on his bitch (fuck nigga) When they shoot when they aim they don’t miss (pa, pew) Fire, hot We on the boat with the thots, fire (thots) Ice in the blick, then somebody gon’ cry (blicks) Lift up my wrist, put the sun in the sky That niggas sweet, that nigga pie (he sweet) He seen a demon, just look in his eyes (demons) Like my demeanor, she fuckin’ right now (right now) I let it ring and they duckin’ right now (right now) Dropped outta school, turned to a criminal Fuck all the rules, run up the regiment (run up the racks) 7-6-2, played and I’m sendin’ em’ (sendin’ em’) 50 a drum, I call it cinnamon (50) Steppin’ (hey), for the name in the game, what you reppin’? (what gang?) Gotta’ move in the street with a weapon Put the guettes’ on the face of the bezel (guettes’) Drop the pin, we’ll spin on whoever
[Chorus: Quavo]
#Migos #WhyNot #CultureIIIMigos - Time For Me (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | [Intro: Quavo]
I appreciate you For making me realize all the time I wasted Thinking about them bando days, going back to the basic (Producer tag: M-m-m-Murda) But I don’t really think you know that though So I thought I’d explain it
[Chorus: Quavo] In the bando I hated starvin’ In the bando I hated starvin’ (bando) So many late nights I had to lock in Spinnin’ and finessin’ niggas, robbin’ (spinnin’) When the gang meet at apartments That’s only the gang that’s important (gang) Keep in it real in all fields And clean up your spills You’ll never get extorted (for real) The Nawf ain’t raised nothin’ dumb (nah uh) You niggas can’t take nothin’ from us (nun’ from me) Feel like I been raised in the jungle (jungle) My momma ain’t raise no dummy (momma) Nah I ain’t never been a scrub (scrub) Shit get sticky out the mud Five watches plain, three flood (flood) Nigga want smoke it’s all love Nigga want smoke it’s all love (smoke) Don’t get it twisted, I still keep it on me I’ll spin the whole block just ‘cause Young nigga please don’t do it Shit get sticky out the mud (yeah) Five watches plain, three flood (flood) Ain’t got time, but I got time today I ain’t even going for mean mug (mug) Buck shots, straight slugs (pow, pow, pow, pow) I got blue tips in this gun (blue) Ain’t even going for nun’ (no, no) 12, yeah, squally I’ll run (12) Young nigga fresh out on bond (yeah) Ain’t got time, but I got time today When you see me, please don’t judge (no) In the bando I hated starvin’
[Verse: Offset] (Hey) In the trenches I had to rob ‘em Sinnin’ and spinnin’ they shootin’ carbon (spin) They go body for body, coffin for coffin (body for body) She gon’ dive in my water just like a dolphin (dolphin) Pull up in Ferraris, see the boss in here Bitch nigga, we don’t even rob with them (bitch nigga) One life to live, can’t pause the film (whoo, hey) What’s your name baby I can see it in your eyes, you been through pain baby (pain) I can tell I make you shy, I’m not a lame baby (lame) Get money and I get high on private planes (get money) Two Tommy’s, they get to spinnin’, til’ they feel lazy (two Tommy’s) Twinkle, twinkle, yellow diamonds like I uriniated (twinkle, twinkle) I done been in situations, never cooperated (never cooperated) We can always have a talk, long as the guap related (long as the racks involved)
[Chorus: Quavo] In the bando I hated starvin’ In the bando I hated starvin’ So many late nights I had to lock in Spinnin’ and finessin’ niggas, robbin’ (robbin’) When the gang meet at apartments That’s only the gang that’s important (import) Keep in it real in all fields And clean up your spills You’ll never get extorted (extorted)
[Takeoff: Verse] (Takeoff) I never get extorted (never) God first, my family, the gang, that’s important (the gang) It’s the fans and the game, it’s the feeling of performing (I miss you) Thankin’ God on my knees, when I wake up in the morning The legendary bando days, in my grandma house recording (grandma) Back when I was sippin’ Act’, and movin’ like a tortoise Finessin’ for them Benjamin’s, runnin’ fast than Forest (run) I’ma take that bag and plant a seed, watch I grow it (grow it) It ain’t now another, I do this shit for my mother (momma) Felling like I’m Russel, collecting a triple-double (Russel) Looking at these niggas, we know that we got em’ shook (look at em’) And I ain’t gotta touch you, like a key start, that’s a finger push They hop out that sprinter bus, give it up, tell em’ pick it up A mil’ in that vacuum seal look just like a mega bust (a whole mil’) No gen’ five, but they know not to play with us (don’t do that) I guess since we came out the Nawf, that’s why they hate on us
[Chorus: Quavo] In the bando I hated starvin’ In the bando I hated starvin’ So many late nights I had to lock in Spinnin’ and finessin’ niggas, robbin’ (robbin’) When the gang meet at apartments That’s only the gang that’s important (import) Keep in it real in all fields And clean up your spills You’ll never get extorted (extorted) Shit get sticky like mud (mud) Five watches plain, three flood (flood) Nigga want smoke, it’s all love Nigga want smoke, it’s all love
#Migos #TimeForMe #CultureIIIMigos Feat. Juice WRLD - Anti Social (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos Feat. Juice WRLD - "Anti Social"
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[Intro: Juice World] Don’t forget it, I ain’t had love in a minute I was on the drugs for a minute, I’m sorry (yeah) (Producer tag: Murda on the beat so it’s not nice) I ain’t had love in a minute I been on drugs for a minute I ain’t hit my plug in a minute [Chorus: Juice World] I ain’t had love in a minute I been on drugs for minute I ain’t hit my plug in a minute Lately I been drowning in my feelings
[Verse: Takeoff] (Takeoff) When I’m in my feelings, I pour me some codeine just so I can feel it (drink, lean) No doctor, nurse, or pharmacy needed, the way I prescript it (sip it) Pray I don’t get cursed, rebuking the demons with the Holy Spirit (God) And I was making it work, before I had fame, I had to go get it (did it) I’m down to run up some M&M’s, my niggas, you wit’ it? (M&M’s) The cash, the racks, the bags, the few synonyms, my niggas, you get it? (cheese) You tryna’ fuck with the Rocket? What’s in your pocket? Better come wit’ it (come wit’ it) Word around town, there’s a body behind me, first degree murder, had did it (brrr) Don’t know what you heard, but they lying If I ain’t the greatest, then who is you kidding? (who) I go and put on a piece of my jewelry, my definition of chilling (ice) 7-11, I’m in it, so baby I’m sorry if I lose the feeling (sorry) They want us to stop taking drugs, but ain’t nobody stopping the killing (why?)
[Chorus: Juice World] I ain’t had love in a minute I been on drugs for minute I ain’t hit my plug in a minute Lately I been drowning in my feelings
[Verse: Quavo] (Yeah, yeah) I was drowning in a pint of lean I could see the demons in my sleep I was looking for the loyalty Taking more drugs then Medellin I lost my dog to fentanyl, and I wasn’t dissing Lil Peep Pop Smoke, rest in peace, wish I could put him under my wing For my dogs, give me a call, I’m gon’ follow through I need the same in return, when I call you Just look at what this world done came to We done lost Kobe, we done lost Juice We can’t explain it (no), the world rotatin’ (whoa) We can’t stay patient, please give us an explanation (yeah) Before we go crazy, we need savin’ ‘Cause I think we all above rehabilitation Get on ya job (job), you gotta’ get all your niggas involved Cause breaking the code like breaking the law (ayy) Antisocial, don’t say what you saw, no (nope) They showing you love, then please don’t fall
[Chorus: Juice World & Quavo] I ain’t had love in a minute (no love, no) I been on drugs for minute (on drugs, yeah) I ain’t hit my plug in a minute (hit my plug, no) Lately I been drowning in my feelings (drown) I ain’t had love in a minute (no love, no) I been on drugs for minute (on drugs, yeah) I ain’t hit my plug in a minute (hit my plug, no) Lately I been drowning in my feelings (drown) I ain’t had love in a minute (ain’t had no love) I been on drugs for minute (ain’t had no love) Lately I been drowning in my feelings (now I lay me down to sleep)
[Outro: Juice World & Quavo] Let me go over (pray the Lord my soul to keep) (If I die before I wake, just walk me through the night and walk me through the Heaven’s gate) (Just walk me through the night and walk me through the Heaven’s gate)
[Chorus: Future] (Yeah, Pluto) Put a 50 round on that glock Plush leather when you dropping the top I push a button, now I can’t stop I’m doing doughnuts, turning out the lot Staying vibed out at the spot A meal ticket when I pop out Feeding all the trill bitches lobster I’m doing Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full 360 outta the apartments I’m like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I’m getting money, taking drugs with orphans I’m at the bottom of the mud, where it started I need biscotti, gotta’ smoke by the forest Got a flock of 10’s, like an arsenal This shit making a nigga phenomenal Put the energy on you, you elevate
[Verse: Future] Put the cut on fetti and sellin’ it Spend the money on me, you inhaling it There’s a lot designers to recommend Put the racks in ‘Rarri, then I’m riding in it To the dealers to get on the promise land
[Verse: Quavo] Grip the 30 and steel with the other hand (skrrt) Addicted to birdies and rubber bands (brrr) Dividing the brick with the scissor hands Balenciaga racks in the shoe box (shoe box) Upgrade the bando with new locks (new locks) Pockets stay loaded, guwop (guwop) Look at my drip this a new drop Smoking on forrest, Za Za (exotic) Drinking, I’m pouring, all mine (drink) Them niggas is boring, not mud (mud) Sending off 100 shots (shots) Wet the flo’ like a mop Spinnin’ in soccer vans, hot box Shoes so dirty from running from cops Momma said sit down before you get shot (momma) Young nigga havin’ a sit down, cause the business here with the mob (bidness) Young niggas out here runnin’ round, 15-years-old with a glock (young nigga) Young nigga out here wildin’ with that stick, I told him move smart (stick) Young nigga havin’ a sit down, cause the business here with the mob Button up, I’m coming sharp, just a young nigga with a plot (sharp) Put surveillance all on the spot (soo) Put a 50 ball in 1 knot (yeah)
[Chorus: Future] Put a 50 round on that glock Plush leather when you dropping the top I push a button, now I can’t stop I’m doing doughnuts, turning out the lot Staying vibed out at the spot A meal ticket when I pop out Feeding all the trill bitches lobsters I’m doing Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full 360 outta the apartments I’m like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I’m getting money, taking drugs with orphans I’m at the bottom of the mud, where it started I need biscotti, gotta' smoke by the forest Got a flock of 10’s, like an arsenal This shit making a nigga phenomenal Put the energy on you, you elevate
[Verse: Takeoff] (Takeoff) When I count up a check, it’s to motivate (motivate) For all of my niggas, ain’t gotta’ try and make another way (get it) Looking at cars and stars like damn, I’m gonna be rich one day (rich) You place your order, from over the border, it can get shipped that way (ship it)
[Verse: Offset] (Hey) We never settlin’ (settlin’) Walk with a felony (felony) I like a thick bitch with melanin (melanin) We got mansions with camera surveillance (surveillance) Look at the stars in the Wraith, I see aliens (aliens) I could dunk on your bitch, but I laid it in (laid it in) Bought her Birkins, bought her the wagon, Benz (wagon Benz) Outer space with this money, on Saturn (Saturn) Told the bitch ride this shit, go’n on saddle in (saddle in)
[Verse: Takeoff] I been the nigga that’s getting it (get it) If I had started, I gotta’ finish (finish it) Never switch up on the business Cause when you start, that’s when it diminish (diminish) I went and copped me a link But it’s not the Cuban, it’s an infinity (infinity) Pull out, he’s shaking and trembling (trembling) You niggas sweeter than cinnamon (sweet)
[Verse: Offset] (Hey) I took the bitch out to Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s) Bezel twinkle, this shit sickening (twinkle) The money been talking, I’m listening (listening) The switch on the glock, bullets whistling (*whistle*) Two-door Lambo, that shit Listerine (Listerine) The chopper gon’ blow em’ to ‘miserines (‘miserines) Load up the bando with ‘phetamine (‘phetamine) The dope, it’s getting service from Medellin (Medellin)
[Chorus: Future] Put a 50 round on that glock Plush leather when you dropping the top I push a button, now I can’t stop I’m doing doughnuts, turning out the lot Staying vibed out at the spot A meal ticket when I pop out Feeding all the trill bitches lobsters I’m doing Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full 360 outta the apartments I’m like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I’m getting money, taking drugs with orphans I’m at the bottom of the mud, where it started I need biscotti, gotta’ smoke by the forest Got a flock of 10’s, like an arsenal This shit making a nigga phenomenal Put the energy on you, you elevate
#Migos #Picasso #CultureIIIMigos Feat. Polo G - Malibu (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos Feat. Polo G - "Anti Social"
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[Intro: Offset] Buss down, y’know what I’m sayin’ (Producer Tag: Poo You A Fool For This One) Hey Hey Hey
[Chorus: Offset] I bought me a drop (drop) I’m switchin’ out hoes and thots (switch out the thots) I Richie’d the watch (Richie) I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot) I took 25 hoes in Malibu on my yacht (25 hoes) I got 25 M’s in the bank, no cap, no lie (certified) [Verse: Offset] Run up an M, ain’t tripping (run it up) Chrome Hearts cross, I’m Christian (Chrome Hearts) Sippin’ on dirt, no whiskey (dirt) Bought me a spurt, big Bentley (spurt) I’m from the Nawf, put a hole in your boss And then call me a lil’ bitty 50 (50 ball) I bought a ‘Cat with a wide body back Take it out to burn out, and go fishing (skrrt, hey)
[Verse: Polo G] You did this shit with handouts, it wasn’t no help If you think I’d cross, and take my mans out, just killed so In the trenches, 40 on my hip, I had to fix my belt Can’t listen to critics, ‘cause they can’t relate to shit I felt Chrome Hearts, Fendi prints, shopping sprees, expensive shit Hennesy, she getting lit, hoes in three’s, splitting dick Six deep in Suburbans, totin’ felonies, we with this shit Catch a op, get the stick, bodies drop, flip the switch Hit Rodeo, splurgin’, fuck a price tag, we rich as shit Drip so hard on purpose, diamonds no flaws, make niggas sick In that two-door swervin’, screamin’ fuck ‘em all, ‘cause niggas switched Just better not be lurkin’, cause this 40 glock, gon’ give ‘em kiss
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse: Offset] (Hey) I’m fresh out the kitchen (hey) My watch is 350 The glock hold a 50 The mafia sticky (let’s get it) The paperwork says that you snitchin’ (rat)’ I call him like listen, an extra 250 (bought him) He stankin’, somebody shitted (stank) He a demon at heart, so he wit’ it (demon) He gon’ blank on the Percocet, kill him (blank) Gotta pay me five M, that’s the minimum (five) Green emerald Patek, it’s limited (Patek) My stick is dramatic, it’s critical (dramatic) I roll up the Gary with Cereal (Gary) Big Cullinan, orange interior (Cullinan) You know that my gang ain’t goin’ (whoo) Fuck cash, got rent on my arm (ow) Door dash, we come out, we gone (boom) He dead in the street, call the coroner (dead) Young nigga playin’ for keep (keeps) Step on the ops and we rock ‘em to sleep (step on them) I pop a Xan to sleep I’m really wishing my man could breathe (my mans) It’s only the man and me God forgive me, this man deceased (God) We’ll cut off your hands, come see me (hey) We score on the ops by 3
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse: Quavo] Wide body spinnin’ Come out of the dealer (soo) Look at your boy Not your average nigga (nah) Who on the mound? It’s Quavo, the pitcher I’m pitching out bullets That chopper don’t miss (bow, bow, bow) I don’t even fuck wit’ ya bitch ass nigga (no) Out the basement but the gang ain’t tippin’ Left hand shot from the top like who? (who?) Left hand shot from the top like Fisher Hold that chopper on my shoulder like a Fendi belt (yeah) Two point five, all this jewelry Stand to close, you’ll freeze to death (freeze) This lil’ bitch vision blurry So she can’t even see herself (nah) Suckin’ dick and flying Spirit Baby you need to free yourself (free) It’s a phone number What you seeing in that digi scale (yes) Take the shake, that’s the bait Finesse em’, then we outta there (yeah) State to state, we created, all kind of clientele (yeah) You know we great, can’t debate, the generation we all created
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse: Takeoff) (Takeoff) I got 25 plus in the bank, no goddamn lie (M&M’s) Don’t talk about the stash, but you know I brag, a nigga end up, he gon’ die (bow) Hit in the eye (brrr, brrr), hit with the fire in the kitchen, while counting my chicken I put my wrist in and I’m breaking the pot Movin’ the dope, can’t break in the spot (move) I hit the lot and I leave with a lot Stop by the block and I sold me a block (serve) I poured a drop, I was sitting in a drop (drink) Back in the day, blew the bag on a thot Now we investing, watches and stock (hot) How the fuck that shit cost a ticket, I don’t see ice in that watch? (where?) I done been rich like Roddy, all of my niggas will send you the box (where?) I got the stick, ops I told you that we gon’ make it like the LOX (I told you) I can’t kick it with the ops (no) We never went missing, we just were chilling watching niggas all from the top (look at em’) I know that I’m great, so give me my props
[Chorus: Offset & Takeoff]
#Migos #Malibu #CultureIIIMigos Feat. Drake - Having Our Way (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos Feat. Drake - "Having Our Way"
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[Chorus: Drake] Load up the Drac’ Fuck it, I’m making em pay It’s however niggas wanna take it I’m having my way Set out here having his way Qua out here having his way And like the third Migo I, Take, bitch, what Load up the Drake What else are they gonna play? It’s however niggas wanna take it Ay, I’m having my way Set out here having his way Qua out here having his way And like the third Migo I, Take, what, they, yuh
[Verse: Drake] Now that I’m thinking it through I just ain’t fell in love ‘cause I’m way too awake Then she tried fucking a rapper to break up my heart But my heart doesn’t break Soon as I link with these niggas They feelings is written all over they, face Wait, ok great I’m in the back room at Wally’s I spent $30,000 on somebody’s grapes Getting in so many pull-up’s on niggas No wonder we getting in shape Too busy backing my words up with actions To ever go front of your, face What? Ay, shit done changed Billionaires talk to me different When they see my paystubs from Lucian Grainge Told myself that I would get through this verse And I’m not gonna mention the plane But look at the plane Fuck what we sayin’ Yeah, what? Fuck what we sayin’ Big ’81, but I don’t own a Harley I ride a Mercedes with Shane Ay, it’s me an lil’ Harley, We wrecking this shit Then we bout to go link with the gang Ay, and unlike the clock at your momma’s house I do not have time to hang Please don’t reach out to me Think watching too much of Stefan has got to me Verses too easy I’m serving ‘em up by the threes I’m playing pool And the pool just connects to the beach I’ve been too solid To ever have stripes on my sneak’s You get what I mean? Back in the day My dogs was putting they balls In the pockets of all of the fiends What? What? That was back in the day Now we involved in legitimate business Baby we came a long way Sometimes I hop on the road by myself And I listen to shit that you say All of y’all having more followers than dollars And that’s why I cannot relate No, what? Load up the Drac’ Fuck it, I’m making em pay It’s however niggas wanna take it I’m having my way Set out here having his way Qua out here having his way And like the third Migo I, Take, bitch, what Load up the Drake What else are they gonna play? It’s however niggas wanna take it Ay, I’m having my way Set out here having his way Qua out here having his way And like the third Migo I, Take, what, they, yuh
[Verse: Quavo] Load up the Drac’ (Drac’) Making them fuck niggas pay Straight out the trap to the play (we gone) Who said they ain’t having they way? (Who?) Might have a lil’ more on they plate (eat it up) We having our way in three ways (whoop) OVO scope on the Drake (uh) We having our way (we having that shit) Having my way in the city Get pulled out your britches You talking or tripping? Go put on my cleats So I’m walking, they slipping (walk) Having my way, now this shit like a business Load up the bases, now I feel like Cal Ripken (ay) She had it her way, now she out of a Bentley (skrrt) Get out (mmhmm)
[Verse: Offset] (Offset) Fuck how you take it We straight from the vacant (hey) I caught me some cases And beat it in races (hey) Seen they was hating No communication No invitation (no) Cut of circulation Blue or the red Bugatti This the Matrix Crosses all over my body Watch for Satan (Chrome) I’m having, Gallery Lanvin No talking, we smashing (smash) This one a classic Ain’t none of this average (classic) Sniper, I’m sniping a bitch I’m an assassin (snipe) I popped it than piped a bitch up for some action (hey) I don’t even be bragging These lil’ niggas maggots (maggots) I don’t even flex That shit be on accident Fell in my lap Hit your bitch on accident I shoot my shot At some point that shit accurate (bow, uh)
[Chorus: Drake & Takeoff] Load up the Drake What else are they gonna play? (fuck em’) It’s however niggas wanna take it (it’s up) Ay, I’m having my way (having it) Set out here having his way (Set) Qua out here having his way (Qua) And like the third Migo I, Take, what, they, yuh
[Verse: Takeoff] (Takeoff) I’m shoving that shit in they face Then I go put that boy right in his place They know that I’m having my way (Why?) I was 17 on a song with Drake It’s like an eviction notice when dropping (get out) ‘Cause niggas get move out they space (move) Two and a half, was going on three But fuck it, ‘cause it’s worth the wait Not to be ignorant But I want everything that’s on the menu And what’s on your plate (gimme that) I talked to God, He give me the faith (God) I hit the boy, if I need me a Drac’ (brrr) I got a Richie that shit on my left (Mill’) But somehow I always be ... #Migos #HavingOurWay #CultureIIIMigos - Mahomes (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos - "Mahomes"
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[Chorus: Quavo] S, U, C, C, E, S, S, havin’ success B, L, E, S, S, yes, niggas is blessed Ten toes down, that’s a bag in Atlanta (ten toes) It ain’t no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (no, no) Bitches on bitches like to fuck they friends They done lowered their standards and everybody cool with it Young niggas sending them shots, just bought a new chopper, he’ll show you he a fool with it Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin’ bags full of bones (bones) Came back rich, would thought it was a clone All these Za’ bags, would’ve thought it home grown Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)
[Verse: Quavo] We kicked the door down, and we made some money, and we left it open for y’all to come in Gave em’ the blueprint to shake the whole world and even done showed em the robotic Benz Mama she told me to watch for the enemies, even the one you call your friends Charge it to the game, or call it a penalty, fuck it i’ll switch it up and come back again (whoo) Every time I’m up, man I know I’m up ten (ten) Nigga can get close, I’ll stretch it out again (stretch) Came from the trap, never trapped in a pin (no) But I send big care packs to the pen (pen) Gang for the win, gang for the win (win) Take and Offset, they’ll stain sum’n, twin Creepin’ at night, we were walkin’ with a vest (vest) Jason with a knife, we were walkin’ with grin (grin) Who was Montana? Tony Montana wouldn’t live one night if he stayed in Atlanta You tryna’ go viral, leave ya name on a banner, nigga want smoke, but it’s all in the camera
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Verse: Offset] (Offset) Gang, we defeaters (gang) In ya vein like a needle (vein) Fast like a cheetah I’ma hit the gas when I leave em’(skrrt) Buckle down with the band Like we playin’ on a see-saw (whoo) Can’t forget my man I put them bands on a Kia (racks) We was beatin’ niggas with our bare hands, show what we bout’ (yessir) Niggas sellin’ grubs, I had to hustle out of FILA (hustle) Knew I wanted money, I was 5, I was knee-high (5) I’ma have to keep fire, I ain’t going out like B I (fire) Major lil’ nigga, lil’ basic lil’ nigga (basic) We was in the basement hidin’ paper, they ain’t listen (hey) My wrist throwin’ kisses, we done fucked all your bitches (come on) Necklace lookin’ like I just got out a blizzard (ice) Bad bitch bought a lil’ Chanel, cost a nickel (baddie) Told the bitch to ride this shit, bicycle (ride) Supersized Lambo, wide body whip it (wide) I put a lit switch up on the glock, I’m tryna zip em’ (frrr) We put on the move, and put the thottie on to kill em’ (thottie) Went and bought the building, it’s some million dollar dealings (yeah) Can’t worry bout’ a pussy nigga, drop my ceiling (no) Hibernate the millions, Nawf side legends (Nawf)
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Verse: Takeoff] (Takeoff) Franchise player, had to send it to my homes’ Never send it through your phone, had to get it on my own (get it) I know right from wrong, but I’m playing all along Never show em’ your emotions and tell em’ what you be on It’ll fuck your mind up when you’re bag get blown (bag) Depend on who the person, gotta’ be mentally strong (strong) You just gotta’ run it up and never ever fold (no) Pickin’ up a load, never asking for a loan (never) B, L, E, S, S, niggas is blessed (blessed) Talking to a check, while I’m sittin’ on a jet (jet) Niggas flex for the net, it’s some niggas I ain’t met (never) I can up a milli’, if I ever get depressed (milli’) I bought the semi and you know it can suppress (brrrr) And every time I see the bag, I see another one Shoutout to Khaled, cause they know that we the best I know some niggas that be hatin’ on success (hatin’) I know my niggas that be praying for the best (prayin’) Niggas throwin’ salt cause they got less (throw it) Ain’t get no straightenin’ when a nigga got pressed (pressed)
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Outro: Quavo] If you really want it, you ain’t get it on your own You ain’t got time to be callin’ nigga phone Still gotta’ get it in the field, you ain’t did nun wrong Say you really want it, you’ll get it on your own Still, yeah, if you ain’t really got it I’ll give it to my homes
#Migos #Mahomes #CultureIIIMigos - Avalanche (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos - "Avalanche"
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[Verse: Quavo] Poppa was a rolling stone, but now I got rolling stones in the bezel (ice) Momma at home all alone, hustling trying to keep this shit together (momma) Young n***a smoking on gas, I’m living too fast, my foot on the pedal (whoo) If I got back to the past, my n***as ain’t know we’d be rockin’ Coachella (hey) If a n***a ever try me or play me, I buy him an iced out shovel (ice) Dig ya own grave n***a, you played yourself, I put some cash on your schedule (you played yourself) If a bitch ever try to filet me huh, I just sit back and let her (she got it) Think she come up of the Cho, it’s whatever, my pockets came with extra cheddar (go) I can see through the fuck shit (fuck shit), I think that my skills getting better (getting better) With a stick, come in peace, Mandela (Mandela), I’m willing to feed whoever (who) How can I help you? (how) Nobody judge you but God (God) You can watch us beat the odds (beat it) This ain’t no cap, no facade Young, rich, and black, and we gon’ beat the charge (we gone) I’m spending cash, no card I’m liking her natural ass, no fraud (yeah) If she got a fake ass, of course, girl ain’t nothin’ wrong with enhancing, it’s yours From the back, from the back we enjoy it (soo) 100 rack I’ma attack with my boys (attack) Got the clip walking out we be showin’ (showin’) Anybody check clout we be knowin’ (clout) In and out, in and out we be goin’ (goin’) On a 757 Boeing (jet) And my AP same size as the Forum (that’s big) Better get you some bread where you from (yeah)
[Verse: Offset] I spend my mill’s on the crib (matching) Cover myself, F&N is my shit (cover) I spent dime, go run you a drill (dime) If you do the time, come home to a meal (time) Double my seal (double), sign another deal (sign) G6 pills (G), money give me chills (chills) I make the bitch hit her knees, she kneel (bitch) I make the stick hit when I’m in the field (stick) I made your bitch lick it up like ew (uhh) Spend 100 racks on the teeth, not a grill (racks) Lookin’ at your diamonds on your neck ain’t real (who) N***a you a bitch, let the Draco kill (bitch) Heard what I said (heard) Spinnin’ your block every day til’ your dead (spin, spin) Live on the edge, codeine my meds (codeine) Open your legs (legs), I fuck with my stick in the bed (rrraow) We shootin’, not fighting like Craig (bow) Bad bitches they DM, they still in my thread (DM) They ain’t never give us our cred (cred) Patek rose gold with the face ruby red (ruby) Put a hole in your head, not your legs (hey) Put my hands on her head, she a pet (ow) M.I.G.O, n***a that’s the set (Migo) Fuck that P.O., I’ma just pay it (who) White glass in my Lambo, it look like its albino I hit your bitch, she say “ouch”, hit a high note (ouch) I’m Richie Rich like Lionel (Richie Rich) Count your blessings, don’t worry about the rival (hey) Grandma told me, “Go read the Bible” (grandma) Should’ve listened, still look at the sky though (sky) Sifter sippin’, this not the moscato (sifter sippin’) Bitch I’m gifted, I’m smokin’ gelato (bitch I’m gifted)
[Verse: Takeoff) We been the n***as that steppin’ We came in the do’ and they takin’ the flow, call it repo (bite) My dog he gon’ bite, no Chico (grrr) Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico (brrr) Ain’t shopping Rodeo You wanna see the 3 Migos, then turn on your Vivo (Vivo) The Wraith colored mayo (white) And the cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheeto’s (cheese) They must’ve forgot we the Migos (forgot) Straight from the Nawf out the bando (bando) I done been quiet for too long (too long) I copped that Cuban, it’s two-toned (two-toned) I heard he trappin’, they tappin’ that static Tell that boy go get a new phone (brrring) Out In Bel-Air, copped a new home (new home) Avalanche with the blue stone (ice) I’m the shit, can’t find a fit, my neck is a fridge The rings and wrists, I retro’d the kicks Ain’t givin’ no kiss, I’m givin’ her dick You staring too long, like you seen a ghost So whip out your camera, take you a pic So when you get home, get back on your phone Zoom in on the flick, and look at the drip She asked me to pay for the ass to get lifted I told her I’m better of getting you a Lyft Think I’ma put all my trust in a ho with no benefits Tell her go jump off a cliff I go through 230 a cup of that purple Put ice in my drink just to keep on chill (lean) Fuck all that talk you ain’t been in the field (nah) Open my bank account and it give me chills (chills) (Takeoff)
#Migos #Avalanche #CultureIIIMigos - Handle My Business (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | [Intro: Offset] Fuck nigga done forgot about this shit, y’all niggas, you know, we can see y’all fly, y’all niggas hatin’, yeah it ain’t no secret (hey)
[Chorus: Offset] Handle my business, I’m grown (whoo) I’m tryna’ make me a B ‘fore I’m gone (billion) There’s drugs in my chromosomes (there’s drugs) Yeah we thugs, don’t know right from wrong (thugs) (You know we don’t know no better, know what I’m sayin’) (Somebody gotta’ teach us something, whoo, whoo, whoo) Boarding a jet with a bad bitch that’s wet (jet) Breaking her back, and I gave her a check (check) Bottega flex, I got Marni on deck (Bottega) Dolce Gabbana, lil’ mama, oh yes (Dolce & Gabbana) (Spend a little check, you know, a little sum’n sum’n, not too crazy) (Whoo, whoo, whoo) We brought it back, like the 80’s with crack Nobody frontin’, we taking ya pack (take that) We changed the game nigga, keep it a stack (gang) Not taking chains, if you play you get whacked (whacked) All facts, no cap (no cap) We makin’ millions, we known for that (yessir) Hate on my gang, we too grown for that I keep the fire, not alone, or lacking (Offset) [Verse: Offset] Nigga ain’t stoppin’ this shit, I been poppin’ my shit (pop, pop) Holding your leg, cause I’m holding my bitch (hold on) Holding my blick, I don’t trust nobody (nobody) They playin’ dirty, they know that I’m it (dirty) Suck on my dick, bitch you know how to spit (spit) Hang with no cliques, I don’t know who would switch (nah) Countin’ these racks, I done sprained my wrist (racks) I taught you boys how to maintain your bitch (hey) We came from nothing, I thought they forgot Running from 12 with a zip in my crotch (12) Go hit the lot Pink’s in my chain, yeah pinks in my watch (pinks) Balenci’ frames, vintage supply (vintage) Taught em’ the way, they copied my fly (copied) Go to my page, I know that you spy (spying) They say they ain’t hating, I know that’s a lie (cap) Spinnin’, we put a lil bitch in the sky (spin) Winning, my blessings, they come from the sky (whoo) I took a pic with a fan, she was shy (shy) Way that she lookin’, she couldn’t believe her eyes (whoo) Know I was chosen, I know I’m that guy (guy) We took it global, and ain’t no denying (global) I’m staying focused, and saving my knot (focused) Ready to slide, if there’s some beef, then my gang gon’ fry it (ah)
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse: Quavo] (Huncho) Holdin’ the fire, yeah (yeah) Fishtail turnin’ out the trap (skrrt) Servin’ em’ for the high (serve) Kickin’ Za’ bags with a stamp (kick it) In the bando, one Lamb’ (whip it) Still tryna’ whip it til’ it bounce Just a lil’ young nigga gettin’ off ounces (yeah) Now that I’m up, we can get off the mountains I need help to count it (go) Call my accountant, this 400 racks, we just made that lil’ shit outta town (4 packs) Back to back ‘Clarens and back to back Rolls We had to go get this shit out the ground (go get it) Back to back tactical shit we done showed (bah, activate tactical mode) How many times I’ma tell you these niggas some hoes when they get exposed? (yeah) Handle my business, I’m grown, I had to go snatch a niggas soul, yeah (snatch) Wipe a nigga nose, washing his blood out my clothes, yeah (go) Shoot out the drop top, make a nigga block hot, still gotta’ right them wrongs, yeah (brrr, brrr) Don’t touch my phone, nigga I’m grown, I talk on my own, you know that I (uh)…
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse: Takeoff] (Takeoff) I keep the fire in the pocket of the jacket They know I ain’t gon’ show it, but they know I’m packin’ (brr) Stop all that talking, we know that you acting (stop) We having motion, and causing a havoc I heard she left with a bag, that’s tragic I can’t blame the bitch, I’m blaming her pappy (pappy) Look at my ice bitch, I’m not your average (ice) Look at my life bitch, I’m living lavish We pick up that stick, you know we gon’ blast it Went on a mission, he knew he was crashing (crash) Them red, blue, and whites, harass em’ (12) I’m screaming fuck 12 like it’s cancer (fuck ‘em) Took the game and hold it for ransom (hold it) Until they give me my answers (gimme mine) On why niggas ain’t winning Grammy’s (why?) And gettin’ the check, we demand it (why?)
[Chorus: Offset & Takeoff]
#Migos #HandleMyBusiness #CultureIIIMigos - Jane (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos - "Jane"
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[Chorus: Takeoff] She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her (whoo)
[Verse: Takeoff] A hundred thousand for a bag (hunnid’) That’s a whole lotta’ cash (cash) I bought a watch, it made of glass (glass) And copped the coupe, so I can drag (skrrt) I bought a bag and made her mad (bag) I bought the bag just to brag (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo) I put your bitch in a Birkin, I told her to work it, I think she deserve it (hey) I throw that money, she pick it up urgent (ay) I’m up a couple mil’, go tell a birdie (brrr) Niggas ain’t ballin’, go put up your jersey I’m in the Maybach, it came with the curtains (big Bach) I bought the bag, I heard you was hurtin’ Tryin’ to get 30 bih, by time I’m 30 You bought that jewelry and put in your neck and I heard it was turnin’ (turnin’) Colors, I bought her the bag, the Birkin is pink, and told her to work it (work it) If you do right for the night, I cop you the mink, the mansion is perfect (‘mwah) She told me talk to her nice, poppin’ these Percocets, buying these purses (pop) (Take, Take, Takeoff)
[Chorus: Takeoff & Offset] She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin (yessir), I told her work it She want a Birkin (hey), I told her work it She want a Birkin (Offset), I told her (whoa)
[Verse: Offset] Baddie lil’ bitch (bad), she a sassy lil’ bitch (baddie) She told me Coco for an average bitch (Coco) Ratchet but she livin’ lavish (ratchet) This Birkin is nasty (nasty) $85k for this package (whoo) Yo’ pockets can put in a casket (hey) I dropped the off the coupe (the top) Ooh they think I’m Criss Angel, do magic (Criss Angel) They was hatin’ on the gang, had Patek’s (Patek’s) I can see these niggas mad I got the baddest (whoo) I’m happy, this bag came with panties (I’m happy) $45k for the handle (45) Make the bag real rare like a panda (rare) This fur, this meek is an animal (this fur) It’s smoke, don’t choke, we handle em’ (don’t choke) I’m the G.O.A.T., you know I will challenge ya’ (I’m the G.O.A.T.) That’s my ho, her Birkin from Canada (Birk) I tell her work it (Birk), before you get Birkin’s (Birk) Mansion was furbished (first), if you want a purse (purse), you be my service (servant), you be my nurse (nurse) Diamonds detergent (detergent), I’m on a Perc’ (Perc’) Give me that service (service) We from the North, the bando was the worstest (the worstest) My wrist is a public service (whoo), announcement she got a Birkin (announce it)
[Chorus: Takeoff] She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her (whoo)
[Verse: Quavo] Work that shit for that lil’ Birkin bitch (work) That lil’ Birkin bag ain’t gon’ hurt ya bitch (no) This money work for all purposes (money) This money cater all services (woo) It’s a bag, go invest in your bag, the value goin’ up in prices (prices) Pocket rocket then I’m poppin’ the tag, they bitin’ the drip, Mikey Tyson (bitin’) I put on this shit, I’m the nicest She gonna suck me and tell me her vices (now) She wear the Birkin with Nike’s (yeah) Tequila get her excited (yeah) It’s smoke out the choppa’, he tried it (bow) I let him live cause’ I’m surrounded by tings, and all of them bitches they vibin’ (vibe) It’s a Birkin, she just won a Heisman (soo, soo, yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Takeoff] She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her work it She want a Birkin, I told her (whoo)
#Migos #Jane #CultureIIIMigos Feat. Cardi B - Type Shit (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | Hear the the official audio for Migos Feat. Cardi B - "Type Shit"
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[Verse: Takeoff] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah) It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli’) But it ain’t cost me nothin’ for this bad bitch, ain’t cost me nun’ ho We the ones that break the stage (break), then get paid (pay) Came in the game, get your stain, bet the ops know all our names (bitch) Ain’t you entertained (ho), I bossed her now she plain (plain) The struggle where we came (struggle), there’s smoke behind my game (smoke)
[Verse: Quavo] (Soo, grrraah) Shots get to firin’, ‘cause some niggas got to hittin’ (hittin’) Made em’ spin twice, ‘cause I swear I thought he missed (go) Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice) Still get my hands dirty, I’ll wash em’ til’ it’s drenched (soo, soo, soo)
[Verse: Takeoff] Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane Bitch it’s the rocket with all of these chains (bitch it’s the Rocket) She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin’ her thang (shit, that’s cool) Where there’s a plug, well none are more rocking right now on terrain (where there’s a plug, oh)
[Chorus: Quavo] Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (let’s roll) This the type shit that get ya bitch hit (smash) This the type shit that got ya trendin’ (trend) Killed it right quick, but we ain’t finish (no)
[Verse: Takeoff] I pour a pint and drink that shit in 30 minutes (drink, lean) Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin’ it (get it) Thinking bout’ them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags) They said that society had turned me to a menace (fuck society, fuck em’)
[Verse: Cardi B] Look I say this the type shit Bitches love to type shit I pull up Marine Serre You know, in some tight shit My accountant think I’m gay All I do is buy shit From the projects To the privates jets I’ve been a fly bitch (mwah) Once hoes start doing bad They need something they can blame it on Bitches couldn’t be as hot as me In the summertime with a blanket on Bitches really be puppets I’m in the Lamb-chop And I don’t play along (skrrt) Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O All these verses I done slayed All these looks that I done gave Could have let these fuck hoes drown But I let them ride my wave Man these hoes looking real light And this ass looking real heavy Feel like Beyonce with this Birkin But I’m Rowland with this Kelly (grrr)
[Verse: Offset] Calling shots (brrrr), order the semi’s, then score on the ops (score) Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin’ (hey) Fuck her, dismiss her, I’m that type of guy (get out of there) Up’ing my fire and I’m waving it (fire) Take off the top, I done gutted it (gutted it) Call me two harlet before I had busted it (before) Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin’ ugly (ugly) I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan (ah) I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me Keep it a buck with me, up in it, stuck with me (yessir) If we get into it, you niggas gon’ duck for me (go) Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot) They want the recipe, body like Nestle Try to get the best of me, but I ain’t going (no) She liked an athlete, nigga don’t threaten me Put out a hit, in two-months he gone (hit) Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (put out) We don’t need a loan, the mob Capone (mob) I make an M with a blindfold (whoo) Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey) Them niggas spinnin’, they takin’ they souls (spin) Want a promotion, now he gettin’ blowed (blow) Niggas already know (you know), Set ain’t no ho, he gon’ come as a ghost
[Chorus: Quavo] Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (let’s roll) This the type shit that get ya bitch hit (smash) This the type shit that got ya trendin’ (trend) Killed it right quick, but we ain’t finish (no)
#Migos #TypeShit #CultureIIIMigos Feat. Pop Smoke - Light It Up (Official Audio)Migos ATL2021-06-11 | [Intro: Quavo & Pop Smoke] (Producer tag: Traphouse Mob, Swirv, This Is…) (Wait, yo, hahaha, soo, soo, woo, woo, ha, woo, grr, woo skrrt, bow, whoo, glah, whoo)
[Chorus: Quavo] Light it up for a 50 ball, then I spend it on your bitch (bitch) And my charm like a crystal ball, when I pull up make a wish Makin’ a, makin’ a profit, big boy, big boy, yeah narcotics (narcotics) Pour me a drink and it’s toxic New York drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip) Pour me a drink and it’s toxic (drink) New York drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip) Niggas keep bitin’, they copy (bite) I get too stiff, I give ‘em the Heisman (stiff) Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout slidin’ (whoo) I screw the tip and shoot ‘em in silence (grrraow) Brand new coupe, no mileage (whoo) I show the gang and we high fivin’
[Verse: Offset] (Whoo, whoo, whoo, Offset) She give me face in the Wraith (face) The semi, it should by the tre’ (rrraow) Moon walkin’, my diamonds gon’ skate (moon walkin’) They tried to revive him too late (too late) I put a cape on the Drac’ (Drac’) Put a thot on the plot, she bait (plot) Surprise, a K, not a cake (surprise) I put kisses on the eyes of your bae (hey) He made it trial and flakes (flake) 100k, you get whacked off today (whacked) I mix purp’ with codeine by the 1/8th (codeine) Grab the scope, line him like a tape (line him up) Back to back Lamborghinis, replay (back to back) I fish bowl the coupe’s, watch ‘em hate (who) The guts is red, Koolaid (the guts) We got sticks in case you want play Roll a bigger bank roll (roll) And make these hoes lose they soul (soul) Suicide doors and TMZ posin’ Make them hoes take off they clothes I custom’d my woes They powdered they nose They gettin’ exposed They fucking the bros Chauffeur open the door of the Roll’s Toast, the bags came in, and we loaded
[Chorus: Quavo] Light it up for a 50 ball, then I spend it on your bitch (bitch) And my charm like a crystal ball, when I pull up make a wish Makin’ a, makin’ a profit, big boy, big boy, yeah narcotics (narcotics) Pour me a drink and it’s toxic New York drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip) Pour me a drink and it’s toxic (drink) New York drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip) Niggas keep bitin’, they copy (bite) I get too stiff, I give ‘em the Heisman (stiff) Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout slidin’ (whoo) I screw the tip and shoot ‘em in silence (grrraow) Brand new coupe, no mileage (whoo) I show the gang and we high fivin’
[Verse: Pop Smoke] I put the Adderall in my lean In my Amiri Bravado jeans Hella rocks in my socks Hella guns in my brief If a nigga movin’ Wok That’s when he’s gon’ see All the Woo’s poppin’ out the cut Totin’ 33’s She say, “You dark-skinned and handsome” “You a gorgeous lil’ gangsta’” She like, “You always dripped up in Dior,” “And all your diamonds dancing” She like, “You slick, piranha” I tell her, “Work for yana” Everything white, Madonna Only hand-selected diamonds Brand new Richard Millie, cost a milli’ Yeah a big ol’ ticket (woo, woo, woo, woo) Look, I always knew how to ball Know they light it up if I make the call He ain’t gon’ hesitate to shake ‘Cause he know I got that nigga if he falls
[Chorus: Quavo] Light it up for a 50 ball, then I spend it on your bitch (bitch) And my charm like a crystal ball, when I pull up make a wish Makin’ a, makin’ a profit, big boy, big boy, yeah narcotics (narcotics) Pour me a drink and it’s toxic New York drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip) Pour me a drink and it’s toxic (drink) New York drippin’, it’s straight out the faucet (drip) Niggas keep bitin’, they copy (bite) I get too stiff, I give ‘em the Heisman (stiff) Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout slidin’ (whoo) I screw the tip and shoot ‘em in silence (grrraow) Brand new coupe, no mileage (whoo) I show the gang and we high fivin