Migos

[fox69]

"Trust Nobody"
(feat. Waka Flocka)

"Trust Nobody"
(feat. Waka Flocka)



[Quavo:]
Yeah
Yeah
I don't trust nobody
No
I don't trust nobody
Uh, go

Running 'round the lobby, fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension, cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty, running 'round the lobby
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I'll let you be the witness
Young nigga strapped with extensions
I don't trust these niggas, I do not trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody

I do not trust these women
I'm gripping the strap when I'm pissing
I know that she fucking and sucking the squad, you know I'm not kissing
You be the witness
My wrist a tornado, that's a migo fitness
We mean the bidness, shout out to DJ Victoriouz, Longway he be cripping
LA fitness, on the treadmill chasing Benjamins
Got a thousand in your pocket, must be kidding me
I'm taking the trips out to Italy
I finger fuck the pot literally
Take a look at me nigga, remember me
I'm taking trips out to California and you know that I'm shopping in Beverly

Running 'round the lobby, fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension, cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty, running 'round the lobby
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I'll let you be the witness
Young nigga strapped with extensions
I don't trust these niggas, I do not trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
All I smoke is gas bags, just AK's and red flags
Made white girls love dreadlocks
Phantom Ghost from a hotbox
My lil niggas don't need much, all they catch is bodies
Didn't forget about it
Hop out, make all the profit

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Hop out, make all the profit
Bomb in my left pocket, right pocket rocket
She give me sloppy toppy and I'm cocky
The block is so hot like a bag of tackies
Come to the north, it's a migo community
We go by unity, now we on MTV
You gon' notice me, check your boy Louie V
I'm dragging my Louboutin, fuck it, the mud on me

[Quavo:]
Running 'round the lobby, fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension, cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty, running 'round the lobby
I don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody
I'll let you be the witness
Young nigga strapped with extensions
I don't trust these niggas, I do not trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody
I don't trust nobody

 

[fox69]

"U Didn't Know"

"U Didn't Know"


[Hook: Quavo]
Don't act like you don't know I got them racks bitch
Don't act like you don't know I got them packs bitch
Don't act like you don't know I'm wildin' out biiitch
Don't act like you don't know that's who I am bitch
Don't act like you don't know, don't act like you don't know
Don't act like you don't know, don't act like you don't know

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Don't act like you don't know, don't act like you don't know
No Homer Simpson but you know I keep that dough
All white diamonds look just like a line a coke
Like Rozay, Quavo get it off the boat
Smoking loud ass gas, make a nigga choke
And I know you smoking mid, I see that barrel smoke
Take your bitch to the mall, she walking out with Coach
Now I got her running plays like I am the coach
Hang them on a rope, soldiers trained to go
All my niggas don't move till I say so
Niggas trapping out a mansion and a Lambo
Can't see the troops cause they wearing camo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Don't act like you don't know
2 cups drink a lil' bit mo'
[?] no Shawty L-o
Bricks like Soulja, man they always on gold
When you see the squad better act like you know
In the kitchen with the stove [?]
Got the hood saying 'Jumping out the bando'
Niggas mad acting like they don't know
Bill G put terror in your squad
And I walk around pockets on Fat Joe
Walk around with the deuce deuce
Smoking on fat ass blunts Bruce Bruce
Riding in the truck with no motherfucking roof
And it got 2 doors would've thought it was a coupe
Hit the gas in my [?]
Hit hard like a nigga smoking Kimbo
And when I sip the lean, lean low like a nigga playing limbo
Pull up in a drop top lambo
All the kids they scream out 'Bingo'
That bitch who I could afford her [?] new world order

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Unleashed"

"Unleashed"


[Verse 1: Takeoff]
The people they doubted me
Sub-zero trappin' put a freeze on me
Insanity nigga they sleep on me
Plottin' on me from the top widows peak on me
See me but act like they don't, hide and seek on me
Know when it's Christmas they come down your chimney
You know these bitches fuckin' for a fee
No it ain't Halloween but I still trick or treat
When we drop Versace niggas they copy me
Made the stocks go up and we didn't get no profits]
Ain't trippin' on no money Donatello got it
Yung Rich Nation clothes the new Versace
Migos in trouble, Migos the topic
Migos go gold don't wanna talk about it
We brought the bando into existence
I should test everyone of you niggas that rap about it

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Flow Scottie too Hottie pull up in Bugattis and my plug is Scottish
Double cup me like I'm Tunechi
Bitch lookin' just like Karrueche
Set that bitch up like I'm Queen Latifboosie
I'm at this point in my life man free Gucci
YRN the label a nigga recruitin'
Spendin' the money make it back recoupin'
Hop out the Phantom watch me like a movie
*Niggas lookin' funny and I advise you not to do it*
No I'm not trippin', I'm clutchin' on my pistol cause I can not wait to use it

[Bridge: Takeoff]
Aye Takeoff look here, I just talked to Rel Money, Rel Money say [?]
Say you Offset remember we can get high
I just see Offset the other say man he said [?]
If I wanna get into it with the honcho all I gotta do is make that situation happen homie

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I been locked up in the studio twenty four young nigga feelin' like Django
Fuck it my nigga make somethin' out of nothin' you need an example my nigga the bando
I'm 'bout that dollar dollar call me Creflo
You fuck with my people get the People's Elbow
Molly castle lookin' like a marshmallow
Breakin' my wrist gave the pot a falsetto
Whippin' water from the ghetto

 

[fox69]

"Versace"

"Versace"


[Quavo:]
I mean I just left the Versace store

[Hook:]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Get that new Truey, I do it Versace
You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas copy
Cooking the dope, like I work at Hibachi
Lookin and watching, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace
When I go to sleep, I dream Versace
Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
These niggas, they wishing they knew ya
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as Repuschia
Different stripped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, Call me Michael
None of you niggas can copy
Look at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook]

[Verse 3: OffSet]
King of Versace, Medusa my wallet
My car is Versace, tiger stripes on my Mazi
I'm dressing so nice, they can't even copy
You think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
My money my mission, two bitches they kissing my diamonds
Is pissin, my swag is exquisite
No Offset no preacher, but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds dey look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold but no Pharaoh
Rockin handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat, overload
I'm think I'm the don, but no Rocko
This the life that I chose, bought out the store can't go back no more
Versace my clothes, while I'm sellin them bows
Versace took over, it took out my soul

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Versace"
(with Drake)

"Versace"
(with Drake)



[Verse 1: Drake]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feeling's cause business is business, it's strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 2:]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it Versace
You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas copy
Kick in the door like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I dream Versace
Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
You niggas they wishin' they knew yeah
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as Rasputia
Feet and same shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas that copy
Look at my closet Versace, Versace

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite
No offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons
Codeine sipping, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket
You know that I'm living
I'm draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rockin' handcuffs, that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don, but no Rocko
This the life that I chose,
Bought out the store, can't go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling them bows
Versace took over, it took out my soul

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Versace (Remix)"
(feat. Drake, Meek Mill & Tyga)

"Versace (Remix)"
(feat. Drake, Meek Mill & Tyga)



[Verse 1: Drake]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, it's strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out, with no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Versace, Versace
It's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters)
I'm getting so rich that they makin' up rumors that I'm 'luminati (rich)
Just me and my niggas we killin these bitches go body for body (murders)
These suckers be hatin', they prayin' to got I don't cop a Bugatti
Hold up, drop the top on the rari, pull in the club and I'm stoppin' the party
Hold up, got these bitches on bitches they poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip,
Of course I went Lu I did everything that I said I would do
I really won't tell you that I'm better than you
But we are not on the same level as you cause the G55 got a hell of a view
Regular niggas make regular moves with' ya regular bitch and ya regular crew
And you niggas still smoking on regular too? Like Word?! What a shame my nigga Louboutin blood like Game my nigga
Get Left tryna aim my nigga Like Saddam Hussein my nigga
I'm whippin this brand new machine-Hundred bands in my jeans
Call yo bitch Barry Sanders, she done ran through the team I got hoes out the D
They playin on the team, Do anything for me, I mix that xan with the lean! Hold Up
Lemme' get it back,
Versace Versace,
I'm gettin' this money I'm stackin my broccoli (racks)
I'm runnin' my city you might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax)
I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the edge 'cause my life like monoply
You got a new ase and you got outta jail, Boy, you look like a cop to me
(Get outta' jail free card?)

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Auggh
Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back all these niggas they copy
Medusa head on my I'm at the hotel, Versace Pa-laz-a
I rented the yatch for a week, but bought the convertible 'Lambo
Six mill for the mansion I see haters comin' I need some mo' ammo
These nigga's gay that's Elmo, So much green I turned camo
Some hoover niggas on flannels, Light Light you up no candle
Grip on that handle Yosemite Sam Ya, that bitch bang like a banjo
Told my arms dealer no need for a box I don't read the instructions I throw out the manual
Versace, Versace, my brother King Trell he in a Ferrari
I don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money
Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers
I got some crazy ideas for Versace, give Donatella my number
Versace, auggh Picasso, Basquiat I'm cocky
23, 15 mill I'm just getting started
Pop water my water
I walk around on my wallet
I don't fuck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet
Statues of Horus, and Anubis is polished
I don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it
I'm bout' to join the money team, just holla' to Floyd about it
Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands (WOO!) Versace Auggh!

 

[fox69]

"Water Whip"

"Water Whip"


[Rich The Kid:]
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Now money ain't shit to a rich nigga
I got killers and gorillas that'll deal with you
Snag a rapper on the roof, poof, with my shooter
And my pockets over [?] like that whore ass [?]
I ain't got to shoot ya, cooling in Bermuda
My money long like the bus, your money like a ruler
Bitches in the kitchen dancing, water whipping chickens
Js in my trap they got a room just for sniffing
Now I'm trapping out the mansion, moved up out the bando
All my killers move in silence like they're dressed in camo
I will put you in a box and ship you to your mother
I got all white bricks like Janet Jackson's brother

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

[Chill Will:]
There he is, it's Chill Will
Done bust more guns, then wild Bill
Yeen got to play hard, take it easy baby
Cause I'm making cash money just like Weezy baby
Her ass so fat, no butt pad
My pockets so fat, look like [?]
I'm a take your ass to school, real talk
No school but [?] full of white chalk
I'm strapped up, act up
Pull the knife out, give your ass a tummy tuck
The trunk, back up
I looked in the rear, white unit backed up

[Rich The Kid:]
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

[Dirty Dave:]
Why the fuck they call you dirty when your ass so clean
My bitch real nice but that ass so mean
I just pulled up in a Benz, bout to hop out in a 'rari
I'm shitting on these niggas, excuse me, sorry
16 hours in the kitchen, I'm cooking up that yayo
That money come fast, watch me stack em up like legos
When the bricks touch down they hasta luego
Say she's a Migos fan so I pass that ho to Quavo
Migo got a U-Haul truck I told a nigga send that shit
The money coming rapidly, that's exactly how I spend that shit
Got them shooters all around toting 45s and Ks
You niggas plan on robbing me, bitch nigga not today
Let's go

[Rich The Kid:]
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
Bitches in the kitchen, dancing, water whipping chickens
I'm addicted to that paper, got to get that guala
I know niggas that'll kill you over 20 dollars

 

[fox69]

"We Ready (Remix)"
(feat. Soulja Boy)

"We Ready (Remix)"
(feat. Soulja Boy)



[Intro: Soulja Boy]
S-o-u-l-j-a b-o-y t-e-l-l-e-m, We ready
We ready, We ready. Turn up
She wanna lick the molly off me
Nigga I be stunt so hard, it's no see me nigga

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
S-o-u-l-j-a b-o-y t-e-l-l-e-m we ready
We ready, We ready
S-o-u-l-j-a b we ready, we ready, we ready
S-o-u-l-j-a B

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
She say wanna lick the molly off me
I pull up in a what you call it
Drop top, Cost 240
All the bad bitches on me, nigga get on off me
I be flexin in that new rarri
So much ice on my neck I don't say sorry
You can see me from a mile away
Young Dre keep a tec and a throw away
Hey bro, ain't that right or what's his name
Hit the block in that fire flame
Lil dre getting guap, confetti
SODMG rich gang
Bitch, we ready
We ready, we ready

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quavo]
M-I-G-O G-A-N-G E-N-T, Young Rich Nigga, We Ready.
I'm spraying the guap like confetti, the bullets they humming they let it
My pockets are fat its on lettuce, she said it
Pull up in that Oakland Raider Drop Atti
Then I poof be gone like Whoodini driving
Thats the plug, drop the bricks, circumcise'em
Then i hit the pot with the pile driver

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Young Rich Nigga, I call the plug, I'm finessing
I'm strapped up with the smith and wesson, I'm taking yo blessings
Smoking a Michael Vick 7, preach to these niggas like reverends
No Jason and Freddy, I keep the Machete
I'm taking a trip to Quebec to go pick up that check
Nigga no UPS but he mail it, right that bitch up and I scale it
Stand on the block and i sale it, selling more dope than them niggas in Beverly
The niggas after me, I'm makaveli
She popping the molly, she rollin' like kelly, she sweating
She can't stop touching and talking and feeling on me
All this jewelry on me, it's kinda hard to see
Migo Gang Ent!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"What A Feeling"

"What A Feeling"


[Intro - Quavo:]
Feelin' great, whoa
Feelin' aight, feelin' okay, yeah
What a feeling
What a feeling!

[Hook - Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Talk to em' Quavo
Takin' back the streets you know I own
Trappin' cap when momma ain't at home
When she cook up the dope callin' me alone
Kickin' dough was my specialty
Mama told me she gon' get at me
But I was worried 'bout the police
Runnin' from 12 in a Gucci fleece
It's a great feeling that they notice me
Came from bando to mansion to TV screen
No more trappin' no more [?]
Now it's double XL Migo magazine
Don't get me wrong, I keep the magazine
Now I'm the last don, shout out to Master P
I pray to lord, devil don't tackle me
What a great feelin' million dollar me

[Hook - Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Trapped out the bando I really did it
Water whippin' chickens, all these cameras in the kitchen
Breakin' in the mitten, my nigga was sellin' Whitney
Niggas come and get it cause I got a lower payment
What a fucking feeling giving money to the children
Bentley Mulsanne pulling up in project buildings
[?] with these niggas, walkin' in the chinchilla
Ladies need to step aside, same one as the dealer
These niggas they hate me, but they can't defeat me, I know why they envy me
What a feeling, how I got a hundred million all in cash and you niggas just look at me
VVSing for from my jeweler out in Cuba
I see fugazi diamonds on your Cuban link, 100, 000 ain't nothin' to me
Hit that bitch make her work for me, wanna fuck on the shower pole? Mimi

[Hook - Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'

 

[fox69]

"What The Price"

"What The Price"


[Quavo:]
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

[Takeoff (Quavo):]
What's the price?
(Prices, prices, going up
Woo
(Prices, prices, price)
The big bag, I slide
(Prices, prices, going up)
Hold on, yeah
(Prices, prices, price)
What's the price?
(What's the price? Prices going up, prices)
Hold on
(Price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

[Quavo:]
Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what's in the trunk, it's illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

[Takeoff (Quavo):]
Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell me what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I'mma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain't tryna hear me out
Won't open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I'mma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

[Quavo:]
Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

[Takeoff (Quavo):]
What's the price?
(Prices, prices, going up)
(Prices, prices, price)
The big bag, I slide
(Prices, prices, going up)
Hold on, yeah
(Prices, prices, price)
What's the price?
(What's the price? Prices going up, prices)
Hold on
(Price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo, price)

[Offset:]
Shit goin' up, you know what I mean?
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don't)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don't plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the ghost (gas)
Hop in the i8 and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than the old (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don't wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon' go out sad

[Quavo:]
Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skrrt skrrt)
Pink slip for the ride (skrrt skrrt)
But what's in the trunk, it's illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (no cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

[Takeoff (Quavo):]
What's the price?
(What's the price? Prices going up, prices)
Hold on
(Price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)