Migos

[fox69]

"Problems"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Problems"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Hook - Young Thug:]
I been balling so long but I don't want no problems
Keep that FN in reach, but I don't want no problems
Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don't want no problems
I know every lock on Slauson, but I don't want no problems
Pullin up in YSL, these young niggas got problems
They can't see me with that wooly, they gon swear it's a problem
I'm gon slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems
OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
I'm a wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey
I'm a sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen
Ain't no cypher, no no wrestler, but I'm wrapping in midget
And I'm master selling them P's, now my money no limit
I got my bed up, I shed up, don't let up, no police, I'm fed up
They cannot forget us, I got your schedule, I fuck up your schedule
I shoot at your head, your dreads, they buy us
You bitches just know it's too hard to get by us
I'm not advertising but boy you can try us
I sang to your bitch and she call me Mariah
I see and read everything round me but bibles
Bugatti I swear, I'm not gonna hurt anybody
I swear I'm not gonna tell anybody
Just get it this molly and stand right beside me
I'm with PeeWee Longway
You know every day a long day
You know I'm not Kanye, but I been rocking since the first day

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
I see you walking with that sack, I'm a take it like Debo
Me and Thug in the alleyway, we hit em up below
If you tell on my partner DMingo I'm a shoot you like free throw
Run up on my brother Takeoff I'm a whoop you like Rico
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
My nigga keep pistols grenades and missiles
My diamonds they cold as icicles I'm trapping and making a deal like a pickle
I am the nigga you want to be
My diamonds they black just like Willie B
Niggas in the hood they know me
I walk around with the set, no army
Porsche Panamera, one button, top gone
All these bad bitches, Spanish hoes, Hong Kong
Plug hit my phone (Brrt) I just need a zone
Birds singing like harmony but I don't need a bone

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Choppers and uzis, you talking, we're shooting
I'm moving my squad and my family, ain't no recruiting
I do what I do, you know I keep it true
Without throwing on Tru, your religion is fool
Old ass money but the whip brand new
On brand new shoes, got brand new jewels
Whipping that Yayo, looking like mayo
It come from Barbados, my wrist is tornado
I kick it like Kato, hundred round drums
Walking with bombs, serving the junkies they asking for crumbs
And it ain't no problem, got that revolver
Think you a problem, I got to solve you
We ducking police like we felons
Put two hundred on your watermelon
That's your head, or cerebellum
These fuck niggas fake niggas know that they telling
Them tickets them piegons, you know that I sell them
My migo, he hit me, you know that I mail him
If Thug want a pack you know I'm a let him
These fuck niggas ain't special

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Pronto"

"Pronto"


[Intro: Quavo]
Pronto, Pronto, Pronto,
Pronto, Pronto, Pronto,
ASAP, ASAP, Pronto,
Right now, Right now, Pronto,
ASAP, ASAP, Pronto, Yeah, Yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking wit the money pronto, I need my cash on time pronto,
Tell the plug pull up pronto, ASAP, right now, Pronto, Pronto
(I need all my cash right now), Prontooo
I need my cash on time pronto, Tell the plug pull up pronto, ASAP, right now, Pronto, Pronto
(I need all my cash right now), Prontooo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Hol up wait, need the cash pronto, quavo, Call up plug he in Tokyo, (that's far!)
Place your order, Need a bird pronto, I got that Juliette ain't talking Romeo,
All my goons we wild boys ain't talking bout Steve-O, All the hoes they bad
Cuz this money on the flo, They wanna go, Pronto, Tell ha to put the molly
On ha tongue and nose, Lets ride, yeah we going to North side, Migo gang till
I dieee, Fuck 12 the FBI.

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 2: Offset]
Started from a brick now I'm in a condo, Happen so fast, ASAP, Pronto,
Ain't really worried bout shit nomo,
Running to the money like Usain Bolt,
Sipping on the lean, Now I'm in slow mo,
Meeting wit the plug just to get the pesos,
Can't even wait, gotta go in get the the cake,
Cuz momma told me to put the food on the plate,
No delay, I need it undelay, Gone just pay for the goons start to spray, ain't really trying take the shit that far,
Smoking on the gas that nigga on Mars, Hurricane wrist got a nigga sea sick,
Paid in Full but my name ain't Mich,
And the trap got gat, and the trap got brick, ASAP, Pronto,
Man a nigga got rich.

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I'm going in, No in, I got stripes, No Adidas, I got juice, No beetles,
Bells in the trunk, Fuck carrying a visa, My Spanish plug Eduardo,
His cousin El Chopo, they keep that coco, If I need that 2 doe,
I call up Pedro, Barbados where I get that yayo, Say you need that pronto,
I'mma call up Sancho, Free big bruh West side, The OG the head honcho,
Tell the judge, ASAP, Right now, Like pronto, Trapping out the bando, pulled
Up to the condo, to the mansion, to the penthouse, ain't got nowhere to trap nomoe,
Plugged in with Obama, Trapping out of the White House, riding with J Tony,
Guaranteed to knock lights out.

[Hook: Quavo]

 

[fox69]

"Pull Out"

"Pull Out"


[Hook x2: Takeoff]
100 racks gone when I pull out
Black Corvette when I pull out
Bad foreign bitch when I pull out
VVS dripping when I pull out

[Post-Hook:]
Pull out, pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out, pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out, pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out, pull out, pull out, pull out

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Everybody know I show out, VVS diamonds yeah they glow out
Droptop coupe bring the hoes out
Migo Gang in the building, club sold out
Big packs over here, nigga no drought
Got a 100 stashed at the traphouse
And a 100 stashed at the bando
I'm cooling in my lambo
Ain't gone lie, lil' mama look good
I'm a take her to the crib, Migo Gang run through here
I ain't gon' front you no weight lil' cuh
If you some money then maybe I'll do it
Counting up checks, I let her thumb through it
Ya'll just watch how Quavo do it
Went to Saks and spent them stacks
Walked out of there with nothing but Louis

[Hook x2]

[Post-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
Nigga try me I'm a pull out
Fuck a foreign bitch got to pull out
Go to the club, I'm a pull out
Foreign bitch, Jimmy Choo's with he toes out
See 12 [?] and we roll out
Got bands on me, pull a pole out
Ice on my neck so it's cold out
I fuck with the hood, don't go out
I'm a wild ass nigga like [?]
Light green in my swisher like Kermit
My pockets on fat like Sherman
I'm a preacher nigga, listen to the sermon
Got 50 bricks in the Excursion
In a Maybach, nigga see the curtains
They say my pack Arabian, cocaine wrapped up like a turban

[Hook x2]

[Post-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Young nigga man I see your chain, take it off... pull off
Hollows went to deep in your body, now they had to pull off
Got tired of pulling in the club, nigga I'm about to pull out
Got tired of fucking with your girl, nigga I'm about to pull out
We got a show at Echelon, 1 o'clock we gon' pull out
When we pull them benji's out, bad bitches tend to get pulled out
That Audi I don' pulled out, That Masi I don' pulled out
That [?] on everything I pulled out

[Hook x2]

[Post-Hook]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Pull Up"

"Pull Up"


Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

[Takeoff:]
Park the whip, park it
Start the whip, start it
Pop the shit, pop it
Fuck on your bitch
She lovin' the clique, I play with the clit (play with it)
She pick up the bag, I make her go to work, and pay her in dick
My cars are tint (tinted)
Put the stars in vics
No flaws, cars fit in my garage, about to ménage a bitch
I got her number, got head from her, never gon call the bitch
Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling, foot out the window with the wrist, fuck em up
No need to talk, they know what the deal is
Don't fuck with the kid
I pull up and shoot at your wig and your kids
You fuck with the pigs
Niggas know who, niggas know you
You told them who, bringing the crew
Boom Boom
Kick down your door bo-boom

Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

[Quavo:]
Park the Bentley on the curb
Diamonds came out the earth
Her pussy water when I'm kickin'
Her pussy water wanna surf
Auntie got a pack of percs
Put a nigga on a shirt
He pulled up, and he hopped out
But I had to shoot the nigga first
Took a bitch from the bottom
Name a pack, I done bought em
I met the plug at Ramada
Put the packs in the columns
Mac and cheese no collards
Big mac, no whopper
Macintosh no Apple
Mac 11 for the hackers

[Offset:]
Hop out the robotic, this how I go bout it
Migos pulled up with Dracos I don't low ride em
Yeah he a man but the stick bout to hole wide em
Stick to the code, who got shot, I don't know bout it
Who, huh we sellin' bombs, Saddam
I smell more millions to come
We spend a hundred for fun

Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

 

[fox69]

"Quarter Million Dollars"

"Quarter Million Dollars"


[Quavo:]
Quarter Million Dollars
Quarter Million Dollars
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Quarter million Dollars
Quarter million Dollars
Riding around the city with a quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Riding around the city for a quarter million dollars

Flexed up riding round like riding round the paper
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Young nigga juuging cue the twelve hundred dollars
Now a nigga growed up I'm juuging million dollar houses
Drinking on Codeine man I got a lean fountain
Young rich nigga building houses on a mountain
Yellow mama bad but I gotta train her early
Do you know how to whip whip and cook a birdy
Call up pedro he send me to fergy
Pull up in the lamb why am I so early
Diamond doing acrobatics I got mathematics
Shawty acting so dramatic quavo cinematic

Quarter Million Dollars
Quarter Million Dollars
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Quarter million Dollars
Quarter million Dollars
Riding around the city with a quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Riding around the city for a quarter million dollars

[Takeoff:]
Young nigga eighteen but I got a quarter mill
Fucking these bitches and counting the benjamins this is the life that I'm living
Pull up in Bentley's I'm dropping the top on my ceiling this how I'm feeling
Two Puerto Rican hoes a bag full of money I swear to God nigga we winning
A quarter mill juug ain't shit
Got forty bands sitting on my wrist
Pulling up in the lamb with your bitch
You giving her kisses while she sucking my dick
Call up pedro for the lean I need the codeine
Terminator wrist game my wrist a machine
Twenty five bricks gave a free brick to the j's
Neck got so many chains on you mistake me for a slave
Forty diamonds in my [?]
You can give me fifty thousand if you want that brick of yay

[Quavo:]
Quarter Million Dollars
Quarter Million Dollars
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Quarter million Dollars
Quarter million Dollars
Riding around the city with a quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
I just hit a juug for a quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Riding around the city for a quarter million dollars

 

[fox69]

"R.I.P"

"R.I.P"


[Hook: Takeoff]
Two cups filled up with easter pink
Take a minute, rest in peace, to PIMP C
Double G, Louis V all over me
Take a minute, rest in peace, OG Dee
Two cups filled up with easter pink
Take a minute, R.I.P, to PIMP C
Double G, Louis V all over me
Take a minute, R.I.P, OG Dee

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Two cups filled up with actavis
Damn! rest in peace, to PIMP C
Louis V all over me I'm living luxury
Take a minute, rest in peace, OG Dee
I remember the last time when double talked to me
Told me y'all the hottest niggas in the street
He told me bout the dirty world and fucked up industry
These niggas they don't love you and they want you for your currency
So I go buy a pint of lean
I'm thinking bout moving to Canada but I know they 'gon be still watching me
I know that they're after me, but I won't let them capture me
And everyday, and every night, I pray they won't shackle me!

[Hook: Takeoff]
Two cups filled up with easter pink
Take a minute, rest in peace, to PIMP C
Double G, Louis V all over me
Take a minute, rest in peace, OG Dee
Two cups filled up with easter pink
Take a minute, R.I.P, to PIMP C
Double G, Louis V all over me
Take a minute, R.I.P, OG Dee

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Lost my daddy, young nigga I was only four
Damn! now I gotta pour a four
Got my momma on my back, she really love me though
Taking all this pressure so I had to pull a kick door
I understand I have committed a sin
Double Dee said keep going hard on these fuck niggas, gotta know we 'gon win
So I'm sitting in my room reading the Bible
Skip wiping down a dirty rifle
Never know when it's your last supper nigga, so you gotta keep you some disciples, gone!

[Hook: Takeoff]
Two cups filled up with easter pink
Take a minute, rest in peace, to PIMP C
Double G, Louis V all over me
Take a minute, rest in peace, OG Dee
Two cups filled up with easter pink
Take a minute, R.I.P, to PIMP C
Double G, Louis V all over me
Take a minute, R.I.P, OG Dee

 

[fox69]

"Real Niggaz"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan & Trouble)

"Real Niggaz"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan & Trouble)



[Hook - Rich Homie Quan:]
Aston Martin, Panamera
Bad bitches, hit 'em with the hamma
Maserati, deuce Ferrari
I got horse bitches, I'm the life of the party
Got the 3.5, and my night just started
I heard she 'bout to get high, so I'm a light this spark
And I be goin' so fast, check my mileage
And I be blowin' on gas, like I work at Pilot
Autostart my car, ho
[?] my barcode, check money, Wells Fargo
Then I might Louis V my wardrobe
I drop half a ten, on my earlobe
I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas
If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah
I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas
If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

Louis V my everything, True Religion my everything
I hit the mall and I cash out, bitch really, I could buy anything
Aston Martin, new Ferrari
She love the way I kick it like I knew karate
In the bed with three hoes, blowin' out them zero's
Your bitch is a ocean like where the fuck is Nemo?
All I know is foreign but my bitch red
I do not understand what that bitch said

[Hook]

[Trouble:]
Rich Homie, Rich The Kid, Trouble rich, trouble kid
So much flavor, you unable to catch it like I [?]
Fucked so many bitches you would think I was born with a couple dicks
Duct tape the mob, I swear to God, I would never switch
Aston Martin, ain't got me now
But I've been stackin' all of this paper up to spread it 'mongst the fam
Push start it, too retarded
Still ride with that yappa, middle finger to them coppers

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Real Street Nigga"

"Real Street Nigga"


[Chorus - Quavo:]
Real street nigga
This right here for the real street niggas
This right here
This right here for the real street niggas
Real street niggas
This right here for the real street niggas
Real street niggas
This right here for the real street niggas
Put your money up nigga
This right here for the real street niggas
Gas up nigga
This right here for the real street niggas
Put your Glock up nigga
This right here for the real street niggas [3X]
You a real street nigga
You a real street nigga
I'm a real street nigga
You a real street nigga
You a real street nigga
I'm a real street nigga
You a real street nigga
You a real street nigga
This right here for the real street niggas [2X]

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
You a real street nigga
Linking up with ya talk chica talk with a nigga
If you a street nigga you can make it rich
Turn it to a beamer
You not a street nigga if you got a chef and you never seen him
Get out the streets
Real street nigga tryna move out the hood to a kingdom
You not a street nigga you walking round butt naked without a pistol
You not a street nigga everybody working her
And you be kissing her
Flip the brick and bought a Fisker man
Wrist in the water like fisher man
Smuggling dope in the tin can
100 racks in the roof no... fan

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Niggas know me I'm a beast
Put you on the plate to eat
If you not gon shoot don't reach
If you gon kill use technique
My chef cook the brick now it's bon appetit
Street niggas know that you gotta be patient
Plot on the jugg see the chance and you take it
All these fuck niggas around you deflatable
Solid foundation built up by some players
Street nigga just trying to make up a meal
Street niggas spent some nights with no meal
Street niggas in the streets know what it is
Street nigga, really gon feel me
Street nigga, really gon hear me
Street nigga, pull up extension
Street nigga, go through your
Street nigga get out go buy him a Bentley

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Real street nigga gotta be idiot, can you make a nickel outta penny can ya?
Never catch me slipping cause I keep it on him and you know the clip is extended
Street nigga catch a body never talk about it, nigga killing the witness
A fake nigga say, he gon shoot, he just talking bout it
Ain't official, he don't want no issue
A fake nigga felt like a action figure
Real nigga look for the bigger picture
To make it out the bando... I'm wrapping them
I'm trapping in the blizzard
I went trapping, capping on a daily basis
Call me doctor Takeoff serving all the patients
Real street nigga fuck up that check, he ain't waiting
Fuck it, take the plug off, he a hater

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Recognition"

"Recognition"


[Intro - Quavo:]
You know it feel good when your recognized
Recognized recognized, recognized
I just wanted to be
I didn't know all this was gonna come with it

[Chorus - Quavo and Takeoff:]
I just wanted to be Recognized [x4]
Now I'm having recognition recognition, recognition
I just wanted to be recognized recognition, recognition
Now I'm having recognition

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
I just want to be Recognized
Make my momma smile
Make my grand momma proud
Now I got recognition
Same people doubted see me on television tv
Pocket watching on a nigga chick
Recognize a nigga rolex
17 years old nigga kicking doors
Couldn't even vote yet
Meditation of the mind was the greatest thing a nigga found
They recognize a nigga sound
And we didn't let the world down
Started with a brick turned it to a foundation
Turn the foundation to an empire
I'm the founder of Yung Rich Nation
And I still get recognized by my old patients
With a snaggered tooth smile he said he happy that I made it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
If I got the feeling that I weren't recognized
I know I'd still be recognized in momma's eyes
I'm in the trench coat for the skies
I keep the 45 on my waistline
Shoot your block down with the Glock like a alpine
Fuck it shoot the club up call me shine
These Balmains no Calvin Kleins
Flood my neck with that gold like Busta Rhymes
That Migos on the billboard worldwide we recognized
A lot of these niggas wanna be recognized
But these... jammed up not gonna do the time
I know some niggas they got acquitted
And they didn't want tell and get crucified
I'm smoking on OG it ease my mind
Need some Visine cause I got the red eyes
Ain't thinking bout a bitch I'm getting money cause these bitches come and go like
Now I'm recognized taking trips in my lamb I own it no enterprise
Looking at niggas can't be mad at niggas cause niggas just want to be recognized

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Momma said recognize God
I recognized then momma had pain in her eyes
Though I walked through the shadow, the valley of death
I'm addicted to drank and I can't even help it lean, lean, drank, drank
Pussy nigga taking selfies
Ask me for money I told that nigga no he go round the hood saying I'm selfish huh?
That's the reason that I left him
Your momma keep calling say help
She didn't recognized you were a failure
I wanted to be recognized
Went to the mall and bought me a 10 and told the school it caught me five
My OG taught me to be wise
Thanking the lord cause I'm recognized
VH1 you can go see it live
Now you see me shining now you want to ride skrr
They finally recognized
They copy the way we rhyme

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Rich Nigga Shit"

"Rich Nigga Shit"


[Hook:]
This that rich nigga shit
Got a AP on my wrist
This that rich nigga shit
I just cashed out on a Bent'
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit

[Verse 1:]
Rich nigga got money like Oprah
Hundred-fifty bands cashed in the sofa
Trap phone juggin' off a Motorolla
Got money on the table like a coaster
Two cups in the morning, I'm leanin'
In a Maserati just left Neiman's
Got a red bad bitch suck semen
Feels good to be rich, I'm dreamin'
20 bands for a show, QC chain froze
Got your bitch on go
Porsche white like snow
Made a mil off blow
And I'm still gettin' mo'
Can't trust no bitch
My wrist game sick
Got 4, 5 whips
Young nigga takin' trips
Muhfucka I'm rich

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
QC the label, money on table, plugged in like cable
Pull up in a Aston Martin coupe with the Forgiato rims, I ain't tellin' no fable
I got so much money, blow my nose in twenties
Trap house jumpin' like Bugs Bunny
Got commas on commas, count up in designer
Took your bitch to Benihana's
Back then I had a Honda, bought a Bentley for my mama
Bitch I'm hotter than the summer, feed down for an Audemar
Could've bought a new car but my diamonds go retard
No key, just push start
Rich ass nigga got a portrait by Mozart

[Hook]