Intro
Hah, pussy
Fuck all these niggas man
Yeah we havin’ this shit too nigga
Yeah y’all nigga havin’ this money and shit
You know what I’m talkin’, yeah yeah for real
chorus
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad
(Smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad
(Sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch, I was fucking her first
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting
(These bitches went missing, where?)
I put your bitch on the xan then put her on perkys
(Xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is working (plan)
verse
Offset!
I ’bout to sign your bitch (sign her)
Let me remind ya bitch (remind her)
I am a walkin’ lick (lick)
But I am with the shits (I’m with it)
Click, click, click, click shit and I spung my wrist (bla)
Money is over a bitch (money)
Go throw them all in a Bentley (wwrrr)
Money is bigger than Winphrey’s
Sippin’ codeine outta simplies
I do not fuck with the enemy
30,000 to the dead niggs’
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We bringin’ but we got bid in (ya)
We fuckin’ these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
I’ma go get me a bag (bag)
They gon’ be bitter and mad (mad)
They already know it’s a fact (they know)
Go to the show with a gag
chorus
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting
(These bitches went missing, where?)
I put your bitch on the xan then put on her perkys
(Xanny xanny, perky, perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is working (plan)
verse
Quavo
I put your bitch on henny, on henny and coca (coca)
You saying your wrist is rocky, well I got some boulders
(Rocky Balboa)
Ice on my neck, cold shoulder (ice)
You talking about modern day rap but don’t know the culture
50 bands in the motor (bands)
12 can’t pull me over (skrr)
Snowball, think it’s polar
Hotline Motorola (brrrt)
Fancy bitches go get the bag, the baddest bitches (bad)
Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the Forbes edition (Forbes)
Brown paper bag (oh)
When you get it make sure you count your racks (racks racks whoo)
chorus
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she calling me dad
(Smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch, I was fucking her first
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting (these bitches went missing, where)
I put your bitch on the xan then put on her perkys
(Xanny xanny, perc perc)
That was a part of the plan, get millions its working
outro
Brown paper bag
Wallet full of cash (cash)
Paparazzi flash
Jeweler gave me glass (splash)
Never look back at my past
Sip slow and live fast (Actavis)
I ended up in first place but I swore a nigga started last (I swear)
I would walk in empty-handed but a nigga know I had to get a bag
(Know it)
I was raised by my mama so a nigga never really had a dad (never)
Remember that lick that we hit (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Pulled up with a brown paper bag (ah)
Loubous, that’s part of the plan (had to)
Take out the tip from the cam (here)
No ever dissin’ who I am (nah)
Cause I can’t afford to get jammed (ah-ah)
Cuffin’ bitches I don’t stand ’em (nobody)
All my bitches yeah I share ’em (bitch)
Fuck ’em, but you gotta pay ’em (pay up)
Break the bread up with the fam
Category: Migos
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Brown paper bag lyrics; by Migos
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Born appetit lyrics; by Katy Perry and Migos
Intro
Ayy, yeah
Katy Perry, Migos (ayy)
chorus
‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon a, bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin’
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (woo)
verse
Looks like you’ve been starving
You got those hungry eyes (woo)
You could use some sugar
‘Cause your levels ain’t right (woo)
I’m a five-star Michelin
A Kobe flown in (woo)
You want what I’m cooking, boy
pre-chorus
Let me take you (woo)
Under candlelight
We can wine and dine
A table for two
And it’s okay (woo)
If you take your time
Eat with your hands, fine
I’m on the menu
chorus
‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon a, bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin’
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (woo)
verse
So you want some more?
Well, I’m open 24 (woo)
Wanna keep you satisfied
Customer’s always right (woo)
Hope you’ve got some room?
For the world’s best cherry pie (woo)
Gonna hit that sweet tooth, (ayy) boy
pre-chorus
Let me take you (woo)
Under candlelight
We can wine and dine
A table for two (for two)
And it’s okay (woo)
If you take your time (ayy)
Eat with your hands, fine (yeah)
I’m on the menu (go ahead)
chorus
‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy (all that you want)
All that you can have, boy (ayy)
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (bon appétit)
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven (fresh out the oven)
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin’ (yeah)
Bon a, bon appétit, baby
chorus
‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (bon appétit)
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth and
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (Quavo)
verse
Sweet potato pie (sweet)
It’ll change your mind (change)
Got you running back for seconds (running)
Every single night
verse
I’m the one they say can change your life (Takeoff)
No waterfall, she drippin’ wet just like my ice (blast)
Say she want a Migo night, I ask her, “What’s the price?” (hold on)
If she do right, told her get whatever you like (Offset)
verse
I grab her legs and I divide, aight
Make her do a donut when she ride, aight
Looking at the eyes of a dime, make you blind
In her spine and my diamonds change the climate (yeah)
verse
Sweet tooth (sweet), no tooth fairy (no)
Whipped cream (whip), no dairy (milk)
Got her hot, light on, screaming, “I’m ready” (ha)
But no horses, no carriage (woo)
(Go ahead)
chorus
‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy (all that you want)
All that you can have, boy (oh)
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (eat it up, eat it up, eat it up)
Appetite for seduction (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fresh out the oven (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin’
Bon a, bon appétit, baby (bon appétit)
outro
Under candlelight (yeah, woo)
(Bon appétit, baby, woo) -
Big on big lyrics; by Migos
Intro
Big on big
Big on big
Big on big
chorus
If you havin’ paper, and I’m having paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m having acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trapping that gas, you trapping that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub and you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You driving a Jag, I’m pushing a Benz
How you gon big on big?
What you talking about, we done been did
How you gon big on big?
How you gon big on big?
verse
How you gon’ say you gon’ driz
How you gon’ one up the seal
How you gon’ do what I did
Nigga don’t know how it feel
How you gon’ say you is real
Nigga lyin’ sayin’ he havin’ act seal
But we both know that ain’t real
Nigga bout lyin’ quarter mill
He ain’t touch it or know how it feel
Nigga talkin’ bout they independent
Turned around and 360 the deal
Nigga walkin’ round with thirties on them
But they know they ain’t ready to kill
All my niggas havin’ cookie bags
Vacuum sealed and ready to sell
M&M in the mail, I done took a lot of l’s
Hundred niggas with the shells, goin’ big, well
Pullin’ out V12, pickin’ up a plate at Kelz
verse
We the biggest shit poppin’
Wrist water no faucet
Bando to a mansion, you havin’ condo status
Can’t go big and braggin’, havin’ real big passion
Ever since I was a lil boy havin’ huncho status
Can’t compare to this, I’m taking all the risks
Know how to solve a problem, know how to sell a brick
You might be poppin’ them bottles, I’m poppin’ those bottles and models
You might be ridin’ American, my whips is foreign throttles
You tryna go big on big, stop it
I put a big hole in your pocket
They say he ridin’ around the city broke
That’s cause he tryna keep up with the ‘cho
Eyes closed, whippin’ it blind fold
She get on that blow get bi-polar
Six cell phones and I ain’t social
Still goin’ big, like Magnolia
chorus
If you havin’ paper, and I’m having paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m having acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trapping that gas, you trapping that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub and you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You driving a Jag, I’m pushing a Benz
How you gon big on big?
What you talking about, we done been did
How you gon big on big?
How you gon big on big?
verse
How you gon’, flex on the squad
When you know, (when you know) the bag is large
Where were you, when times was hard it’s pitiful
How you gon’ be there when we extra large
Four car garage, two bad broads
I don’t flex or floss
I’m a rockstar, with no guitar
Lambo avatar, sippin’ on some tar (Act)
I’m livin’ above the bar
Wrist on froze, wrist on froze (ice)
Your lil hoe been my hoe (smash smash)
Green Lambo, piccolo (skrr skrr)
Diamonds drippin’ on me, Nickelodeon (splash)
You goin’ too big, you talkin’ bout money you botherin’ me
(You makin’ me sick)
I own all of my cars, jewelry, and I got property
(I got some property)
Building these houses in places I’m playing Monopoly
Please do not talk to me
You don’t do nothing, you obsolete
chorus
If you havin’ paper, and I’m having paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m having acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trapping that gas, you trapping that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub and you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You driving a Jag, I’m pushing a Benz
How you gon big on big?
What you talking about, we done been did
How you gon big on big?
How you gon big on big? -
BBO lyrics; by Migos (Bad Bitches Only)
Intro
Buddah bless this beat
chorus
AP on me, iced out
Tennis chains iced out
Whole pointers ’round my neck
Looking like a lighthouse (shine)
Yeah nigga piped down, choppa make it pipe down
Running man running man catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Hit it for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to my homie
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the morning (nah)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
verse
Huncho
Bad bitches and I know some savage bitches (bad)
Get it on they own they don’t have to ask you bitches (get it)
Postin’ pictures on the gram and at you bitches (Posted)
Secure the bag, lifestyle real expensive (‘cure the bag)
All these bad bitches looking for attention (attention)
That ain’t bad, fake bad she pretendin’ (that ain’t bad)
If you pay to get in your bag then you winnin’ (winnin’)
All these Jones soldier fuck it they call me Quincy
Popped that seal (popped it)
Close that deal (close it)
We in the field (yeah)
Spread them bills
Layin’ still (got damn)
Maybach seat with the sheers
AP shifting gears
chorus
AP on me, iced out
Tennis chains iced out
Whole pointers ’round my neck
Looking like a lighthouse (shine)
Yeah nigga piped down, choppa make it pipe down
Running man running man catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Hit it for a minute then I pass her to the homie
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the morning (nah)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
verse
That ain’t carats in my bracelets (carats)
Put her on molly she fuck me brazy (molly woo)
We in the field with stitch like this Arcadia (Pah pah)
Flippin’ the game you niggas gon’ meet your maker (brrt)
Goyard havin’ racks and no regard (racks, racks)
Walkin’ around with a bad bitch, she a barbie (bad, bad)
I started my engine, I’m nowhere, where the car is (skrrt)
Hopped in the wraith and she asked me “what the stars is?”
Every month on the third we get to Narcs in
Dog’s barking then kick the door no larsen
Livin’ the wild life like I am Tarzan
I took your broad again she wanna come with the stars again
chorus
AP on me, iced out
Tennis chains iced out
Whole pointers ’round my neck
Looking like a lighthouse (shine)
Yeah nigga piped down, choppa make it pipe down
Running man running man catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Hit it for a minute then I pass her to the homie
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to my homie
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the morning (nah)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
verse
Takeoff
Bad bitches on me, only bad bitches want me
Hold up, where the bad bitches
Look at all the sad bitches
Say a hundred do two hundred on the dash smash nigga (smash)
Who want it, cause we money ain’t no question ask nigga (ask)
They done pawn it and the fuckers ain’t no runnin’ past niggas (no)
Man we done it what’s important, who you trust a blast with you (who)
Make it spaz, that’s a quarter cash in the caterpillar
Porsche tags in the nigga ass, I’m a cop killer (fuck)
Reggie Miller shoot ’em bill up
Say ‘Phillipo’ nigga you say, “Fill up”
Double cup, codeine killer
Houston Texas, no who trilla?
Bad bitches in the mirror told her take the team with her (bad)
Bet she take the team with her
Bring the blue and green lookin’ at my (ice)
chorus
AP on me, iced out
Whole pointers ’round my neck
Looking like a lighthouse (shine)
Yeah nigga piped down, choppa make it pipe down
Running man running man catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches only (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches only
Bad bitches only, bad bitches only
Bad bitches only, bad bitches only
Hit it for a minute then I pass her to the homie
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to my homie
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the morning
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me -
Bad intentions lyrics; Migos ft Niykee Heaton
[Niykee Heaton]
This is the face I wear treading the riptide
Abysmal oceans where good girls go to die
I wanna love somebody, wanna feel their love all on me
But after everything I still believe in true love
Not been able to find it, damn, it tears me up
And I know it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault
Let’s take a trip, ten thousand miles above the clouds
We can stay up here until we figure it out
I don’t wanna go home, don’t wanna be alone, be aloneI got some damn bad intentions
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson[Quavo]
I’m loving all the flaws, I’m loving all the flaws
I got bad intentions, I don’t pay attention
Cause I be on my dogs
I done traveled like ten thousand miles
Looking for someone to match my style
It always end up not working out
Cause they not ready for my lifestyle
Is you the one I can talk to?
Is you the one I can call boo?
Cause baby, I think I deserve you
I promise I’m never gon’ doubt you
I know you’re tired of me, know you’re tired of me
One more chance, I’mma make you proud of me
I’ll never give our love away, baby
Even if it’s going down, down, down[Niykee Heaton]
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson[Takeoff, Quavo, & Offset]
Takeoff
I got some bad intentions
Got some secrets that I forgot to mention
Baby, listen up
We been through pain but been through more success
But we promised to always tell how we feel
When it get hot, we get cooler
Put the past behind us, move on to the future
We listen to rumors made up by computers
You show me the best of your brain like a tutor
Deep down inside, I really wanna tell ya
When I pray for me, I pray we stay together
Show me your emotions, tell me all your feelings
Don’t be scared to tell me whatever
I make mistakes, you make mistakes
You know that we can’t be mad forever
And I didn’t like that little game we played
I know that we gon’ get better
From the first time I met you, knew that you were special
Told you to hold me down and never let up
When I had to sit down, you was writing letters
You told me to think about us, don’t be selfish
Lay on your back, give it to me, I need it
I didn’t have bad intentions when I cheated
Put your head on my shoulder like it’s Tempur-Pedic
With no doubt, you know I got her back, I won’t leave her
Offset[Niykee Heaton]
I know we’ve made a graveyard of this all
I know I don’t feel too sober now
I wanna lie awake with your black soul
Count your fears if you let meBaby, I just want your damn bad intentions
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson -
Bad and boujee lyrics; by Migos
Culture • 2016
Bad and Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)Lyrics of Bad and Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) by Migos, Lil Uzi Vert
intro
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya’
Hey!
verse
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on – in the hotbox (cookie)
F-n’ on your b-h she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up cook in the crockpot (pot)
verse
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ (hey)
I don’t trust nobody (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
chorus
My – is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up – with an Uzi (blaow)
My – is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
chorus
My – is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up – with an Uzi (dope)
My – is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
verse
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your-right from you (You)
– I’m a dog, roof (grr)
verse
Beat the – walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that – to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these – is under me (hey)
verse
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
verse
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
verse
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad –
Then I send the – through Uber (go)
verse
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
verse
You – got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat – in the ashtray (cookie)
Two – just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr)
chorus
My – is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up – with an Uzi (blaow)
My – is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
chorus
My – is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up – with an Uzi (dope)
My – is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
verse
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your – as wifey and we know she –
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that – duckin’
verse
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
verse
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me -(ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
verse
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the, all of the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
verse
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These – they f-k and suck d-k
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
verse
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young, young trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big, big, get it though, Macy Gray (hey)
verse
Raindrop, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on -in the hotbox (cookie)
F-n’ on your – she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up – in the crockpot (pot)
verse
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
chorus
My – is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up – with an Uzi (blaow)
My – is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
chorus
My – is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up – with an Uzi (dope)
My – is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah) -
Avalanche lyrics; by Migos
Culture III • 2021
AvalancheLyrics of Avalanche by Migos
verse
Woo, papa was a rollin’ stone
But now I got rollin’ stones in the bezel (ice)
Mama at home all alone, hustlin’, tryna keep this shit together (mama)
Young niggas smokin’ on gas
I’m livin’ too fast, my foot on the pedal (woo)
If I go back to the past
My niggas ain’t know we’d be rockin’ coachella (hey)
verse
If a nigga ever try me or play me, I buy him an iced-out shovel (ice)
Dig ya own grave, nigga, you played yourself
I put some cash on your schedule (you played yourself)
If a bitch ever try to filet me, huh (yeah)
I just sit back and let her (she got it)
Think she come up off the ‘Cho, it’s whatever
My pockets came with extra cheddar (go)
verse
I can see through the fuck shit (fuck shit)
I think that my skills gettin’ better (gettin’ better)
With a stick, come in peace, Mandela (Mandela)
I’m willin’ 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 is no cap, no facade
Young, rich, and black, and we gon’ beat the charge (we gon’)
verse
I’m spendin’ cash, no card
I’m likin’ her natural ass, no fraud (yeah)
If she got a fake ass, of course
Girl, ain’t nothin’ wrong with enhancin’, it’s yours (she bad)
From the back, from the back, we enjoy it (soo)
Hunnid rack, I’ma attack with my boy (attack)
Got the clip, pokin’ out, we be showin’ (showin’)
Anybody check clout, we be knowin’ (clout)
In and out, in and out, we be goin’ (go)
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
I spend my mills on the crib (mansion)
Cover myself, F&N is my shit (cover)
I spent a dime, go run you a drill (dime)
If you do the time, come home to a mill’ (time)
Double my seal (double), sign another deal (sign)
G6 pills (G), money gimme chills (chills)
I make the bitch hit her knees, she kneel (bitch)
I make the stick hit when I’m in the field (stick)
verse
I made your bitch lick it up like, “Ew” (baow)
Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth, not a grill (racks)
Lookin’ at your diamonds on your neck, ain’t real (who?)
Nigga, you a bitch, let the Draco kill (bitch)
Heard what I said (heard)
Spinnin’ your block every day ’til you’re dead (spin, spin)
Live on the edge, codeine my meds (codeine)
Open your legs (legs), I fuck with my stick in the bed (rraow)
verse
We shootin’, not fightin’ like Craig (bow)
Bad bitches, they DM, they still in my thread (D-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 (ah)
M-I-G-O, nigga, that’s the set (Migo)
Fuck that P-O, I’ma just pay it (who)
verse
White glass in my Lambo’, it look like it’s 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 ’bout the rivals (hey)
Grandma told me, “Go read the Bible” (grandma)
Shoulda 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
We been the niggas that steppin’
We came in the door and they takin’ the flow, call it repo’ (bite)
My dog, he gon’ bite, no Chico (arr)
Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico (brrt)
Ain’t shoppin’ Rodeo
You wanna see the three Migos, then turn on your Vevo (vevo)
The Wraith colored mayo (white)
Countin’ up cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheetos (cheese)
verse
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’ the static
Tell that boy go get a new phone (brrt)
Out in Bel-Air, copped a new home (new home)
Avalanche with the blue stone (ice)
verse
I am the shit, can’t find a fit, my neck is a fridge
The rings and wrists, I retro the kicks
Ain’t givin’ no kiss, I’m givin’ her dick
You starin’ 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
verse
She ask me to pay for the ass to get lifted
I told her, “I’m better off gettin’ you a Lyft”
Think I’ma put all my trust in a hoe with no benefits?
Tell her go jump off a cliff
I go two-thirty, a cup of that purple
Put ice in my drink just to keep it on chill (lean)
Fuck all that talk, you ain’t been in the field (nah)
Open my bank account, it give me chills (chills, Takeoff) -
All ass; lyrics by Migos
Purps on the beat
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah, I’m throwin’ a bag (bag)
It bought her a bag (bag)
Last bitch I fucked, she wasn’t goin’ out sad (goin’ out sad)
Can’t play a player for sure, can’t play a player, no (no)
Throw the money to the top (top)
It’s fallin’ off the top ropes (yee)
Yeah (yee)
I bet I put all my bitches on though (yee)
Yeah (yee)
Aye (yeeee)
She’ll be fuckin’ til the sun come up (uh uh uh)
Hey yeah
If you want to ball, let’s get it (woohoo)
Hey yeah
I make you rich with a fifty (cash)
Hey yeah
No lemonade it’s simply, just me and my bitch (aye)
If she don’t get dick, she gon’ have a fit (yeah)
Her daddy the plug (aye)
She fuck with the bricks, she with the shit (yeah)
She bought a salon to clean the money, he feed the bitch
Now he on the run, they seized the house, they seized the whips (yee)
Now she on the run, she took the money, he need the bitch
Beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah
All ass aye
Fifty cash bags, on a bad day (yeah)
I’m on a fast pace, I want it the fast way (skr)
They copied the last wave, I cut ’em like black spades (aye)
Fuckin’ a thot in my mansion, fuckin’ a thot on my Bentley
Been lookin’ like a Kardashian (Kardashian)
We hopped in the coupe and we smashin’
Sippin’ on my drink, I watch that ass go slow motion (slow)
Walkin’ with that bag, look at my diamonds like the ocean, huh
Geekin’ out, she geekin’ out, she geekin’ on the dough
Ten different bitches, eeny meeny miny moe
Trappin’ out the North, trappin’ out the bando (North)
You need you a brick then I get the dough
Beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah
My wrists glass (glass)
My neck is glass (glass)
Last jeweler just spent sixty cash (cash)
Last bitch I had, she bought a Jag’ (Jag’)
They come in empty handed she kept her bag (yee)
Bag, all ass aye (yee, ass)
I can’t get my nut off I’mma spaz bae (yee, spaz)
No credit, no debit, the cash way (yee, cash)
No stomach, no waist pretty face, the ass way (yee yee)
Beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye)
Yeah
All ass aye, all ass aye
All ass aye, all ass aye
All ass aye, all ass aye
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole