Migos

[fox69]

"Bakers Man"

"Bakers Man"


[Hook: Quavo]
I'm the bakers man, I'm the bakers man, I'm the bakers man
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm the bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man
Egg beater and sak (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm the bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo, Quavo, Playing with pies wit no eyes Steve Wonder,
In the huddle calling plays just like Christian Ponder,
Hit'em wit the sack uh-oh fumble, Lil nigga smokin mid
Give that pack back to ya uncle, Gotta bad bitch,
Yeah she asian like Kitana, Gotta scope on the sniper rifle,
I see the anaconda, talk to scooter and he kept saying Quavo
You a road runner, Free my nigga Offset, ASAP, So a young
Nigga can get back to the money.

[Hook: Quavo]
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm the bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm the bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Egg beater my left, Pyrex pot my right, Baking soda on the shelf,
Beat that pot like wiki rice, ever since my daddy left, momma taught
Me something right, 50 niggas to my left, 50 niggas to my right,
50 chickens come a day, 50 chickens come a night, When I whip my
Work today, They gone find yo ass tonight, All my niggas on go you
Know they gone smash on sight, That shit you rap an talk bout, nigga
You know thats my life.

[Hook: Quavo]
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm the bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm the bakers man (skuuuurt) I'm
The bakers man

 

[fox69]

"Bando"

"Bando"


[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Trapped out the bando, got two like Rambo
Cop bird like birdman, got white like Lindsay Lohan
Made a hundred stacks off the pots and pans
On the corner serving grams, my niggas be on the block hard
My niggas be selling that hard, got bricks, like Shaq, at the free throw
You can call my phone, got them pricey for the LO, don't knock at my door, I don't wanna talk to you
Got them bricks for the LO, I will serve you
In the bando, boarded up, got them bricks in the wall and in the floor
Piece saran while I'm playing with the dough, if the feds wanna talk, I just tell them I don't know
Fuck twelve!

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

[Verse 2: Offset]
Trapping in the vacant, serving all my patients
Get it from the Haitians, smoking loud my eye look Asian
Getting to the money, running to it, tryna chase it
Like it when she make it, cook it when she naked
Throw it in the microwave, Betty Crocker how I bake it
Trapping in the bando, big guns like commando
Flip it like a sandal, foreign bitch she look like J.Lo
Get a brick from Venezuelo, meet the plug his name is Pedro

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
All new camaro with the black and red interior
Migo gang taking over, yeah we is superior
Certified packs nigga you can check the serial
Foreign bad bitch and she say her name Trina
Traphouse look like it got hit by hurricane Katrina
These pounds bought a beamer, everything I do illegal
The bitches always wanna mingle, I'm stacking my money like pringles
Sipping on sprite and codeine, my foreign bitch Philippine
Her girlfriend Chinese, sipping on lean and popping a bean
Diamonds come from Africa, sipping on lean and smoking loud
Feel like I'm on salvia, flipping the work with no spatula

 

[fox69]

"Bando To Mansion"
(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

"Bando To Mansion"
(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)



[Quavo:]
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
Still trapping out the house I'm selling Marilyn Manson
Still wrapping the plastics, Money stretching elastic
Mama told me when I grow up boy don't be like your Daddy

Finessing the plug with magic
I took the strippers in magic
Seeing Grandma in the casket
It turned me out to a savage
I'm a continue the dabbin'
I'm a continue the trappin'
My chopper continue to blast them
You gon continue the actin'
Remember the days finessing the plug and runnin' the plays like madden
Now I'm overseas Milan and China meet with the plug named dragon
I pipe it, I pour up a deuce
I keep a strap in the booth
2 niggas they looking [?]
I'm not afraid to shoot

[Quavo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
From a nic to a brick I made a million dollars trappin'
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
We trap dab and sell Givenchy bricks in designer fashion
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
I used to have to go and catch the [?] now I'm the one who pass it
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
I'm a rockstar sellin' just to be with Marilyn Manson

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Nic to a brick in the field with the chopstick
Pull up in zone 6 droptop M6
Straight out the bando cookin' up big bricks
Bust it down in the trap sellin' fish sticks
Truck long come I'm a fuck up my wrist
Trap out the mansion trap out apartment
Swim in the water swim with the sharks
Too many bricks plug our contact
Stash house I put the work in the country
Stash bag got a secret compartment
SK hunnid round in my cartridge
Plug in canada got a cookie garden
My lawyer Michael Jordan he beat the charges
You are our decoys in the charger
Sell you a Brett Farve or a Tony Parker
Sellin Lieutenant Dan I'm the Sargent

[Quavo & Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
From a nic to a brick I made a million dollars trappin'
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
We trap dab and sell Givenchy bricks in designer fashion
I fell asleep in the Bando then I woke up in the Mansion
I used to have to go and catch the [?] now I'm the one who pass it
I fell asleep in the bando then I woke up in the mansion
I'm a rockstar sellin' just to be with Marilyn Manson

 

[fox69]

"Bars"

"Bars"


[Intro - Quavo:]
Yeah
Migos
Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars
16, (laughs) 16
I don’t know

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
You take the deuce of that yellow then drink it
I be like, “Damn, boy!” what is you thinking?
When I hit Henn' bitch fuck it, I’m swinging
Walk in the Nawf, you know that they banging
(You know I got to pull up on the Nawfside one time)
Dope boy mentality, dope boy mentality
Walk in the kitchen, I make a fatality (finish him)
I feel like Takeoff, yeah we moving to Canada
Cause I still feel like people be after us (12!)
I got the chopper don’t challenge us
White girl, she geeked off of angel dust
Boy you sugar and spice, like a Powerpuff
Shoot a nigga like a catapult
You tell me you broke; I don’t give a fuck
I fuck her one time and I’m sick of her
Perform at the Fox, no Vivica
Get that pack out the box on the Reebok
When you get the dope and it’s recooked
You talking about something that he took
The first time you shot, it was off a little bit
Then you came back and got rebooked
Twenty-four karat, all gold on my neck, you think I got it from Egypt
If dabbing go for a contagious disease, you think that shit was the measles
Everything foreign, everything foreign, came a long way from that regal
I got the birds, like an eagle
Traded away, that’s a Michael Vick eagle
You just worry about yours
I’ma just worry about mine
Shout out to my nigga, Jerz
We used to trap nicks and dimes
I don’t drink, but I still buy pints
Hundred thousand cash make your hoe faint
Drugs and money is something we talk about all the time, but you can relate
Don’t imitate, the dab I create
I’m in YRN clothing or in Bathing Ape
Niggas be saving up for a lifetime just to
Get a new rollie and go out and skate
Billionaire looking my way I’m on pace
Feeling like Donald Trump back in the day
Don’t beef with no rapper it’s a money race
It won’t be an issue if you come in first place
Give it to him in the worst way
Finesse the plug with a fade away
I bought my diamonds from a Blu-Ray
I bought Versace shades from Ray
Put a ‘tato on the K
It gon’ be loud anyway
The Migos life, you think, a maze
But really, my nigga, we straight
(We straight!)

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Takeoff!
Nigga we straight, no one down to debate
At the round table stacking a stack on my plate
I stack and pray and I stay out the way
It’s a good day today, I’ma pour me an eight
Grab the act out the refrigerate
Call up the plug, see what we gonna do today
Hundred-round on me, don’t speak or say “Hey”
Nigga look in my way, you get shot in the face
Dab when I jump out the Wraith
When you talk on the telephone, watch what you say
They gave them one hundred and they closed the case
Got off the [?], I threw half a mill in my safe
Transactions on trap phone, so it ain’t no trace
Don’t come out the house, you can’t make it back safe
Walk in with a knot; you know I’m cashing out
Used to tell them folks “Put your shit on layaway,”
When it’s the summer, the spring, or the fall, or the winter, my niggas they having pistols
You pushing that rental, my niggas pull up on you with them
Don’t say nothing, Domingo gone get ‘em
After you get ‘em, Domingo gon’ split ‘em
Can’t let these niggas fuck up my momentum
These bitches is snake, trying to feed me that venom
I trap out the bando; the boards come on the windows
I remember, I can’t afford a fender bender
Now I’m fucking bitches and I’m Malcolm in the Middle
I see you toting that pistol, but you ain’t gonna shoot it with ‘em
What the fuck is you doing, nigga, you might as well kill him
Niggas rapping and stealing the flow, but nigga I invented it
You bitch want some boot, and I ain’t talking about Timberland
These bitches gold diggers, ain’t gon’ give ‘em non’
Gold on my pinky, so you know she digging that
Plug in Arkansas; I call him a Razorback
Fuck what you talking about, I ain’t hearing none of that
All them niggas stick ‘em up for a 60-pack
Chopper on ‘em make a nigga do jumping jacks

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
I’m slanging tree, like I’m the lumberjack
Front me a brick, I’m running, I’m not coming back
My gas is the greatest, Mohammed Ali
Roll the backwood, it hit like a punching bag
Got the beam on the chopper, play laser tag
Cooking up M&M, wait for the aftermath
My car is robotic, my wrist is robotic
Hit the Glock and I cock it, you take a nap
I’m a Nawfside lil’ nigga, don’t fuck with no nigga
On your cheese, they put you in a mousetrap
I can’t remember the last time we had a drought
Plug up in New York, them birds flying south
We fuck these bitches and then swap ‘em out
Chopper break all your bones diagnose you with gout
Julio Jones, we running paper routes
John Wick in the cut deducing his crouch
Don’t be a fool, you get wet like a pool
Got a hot ass Uzi, cooling, keep that shit cool
In the court room represented by Jews
Hundred thousand, two hundred, working moves
When you got a pistol you go to advantage ‘em
Ready for war, ‘case a nigga get manage
Niggas see Offset; they start to go panic
They know I’m no bullshit; I’m ready to damage
I’m screaming out, “Fuck it,” my cup is still muddy
Don’t kick it with niggas; don’t play “buddy buddy”
Pussy ass nigga, you soft, Teletubby
Pulling up on you lil’ babies, like Huggies
Spanish bitch in the kitchen, mamacita
No panties on, she just got on a wife-beater
They say that the Migos better than the Beatles
We leaders, we pour an eight up in a liter
I came from the dirt; they call me the Grim Reaper
It’s cheaper to leave her; I leave her to beaver
Dabbing on them Louboutins, like a zebra
Want to know anything about the bando, I’ll teach you (Whatchu need?)

 

[fox69]

"Been Dropped A Sac"

"Been Dropped A Sac"


[Hook x2: Takeoff]
Been dropped a sac on the whip
Been dropped a sac on the chain
Been dropped a sac on the ride
Been dropped a sac on the Range
Been finessing the plug
Nigga been sold them drugs
Been dropped a sac on the Tru's
Robin jeans with the stud

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I done been dropped a sac on the whip
I been dropped a sac on the chain
I done been fucked your main
I done been finessing in the game
I done been posted up on the block
I done been running from the cops
Got the dope, all up in my sock
And the J's always wanna knock
When they come knocking at my door
Bout 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning
They be asking, they be itching for the dope
They be asking, they be asking for my coke
Wanna pop a bean, wanna smoke?
Nigga tell me what you'd do for the dope
[?] and a nigga gonna give him.4
I pull out, Maserati, smelling like that kush cologne
Waiting on big bruh to come home, counting up checks while I'm getting dome
Sipping on lean, out the styrofoam
Got an extendo filled up with strong
I just fucked up a check, I'm about to get it back
Bout to bounce back like ping-pong

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Drop the sac, drop the sac
Fuck check up get it right back
My niggas don't know how to act
And I still got bricks like Shaq
Went to sleep today off the Act
Gassed up but I ain't got cataracts
In the strip club [?]
Hit the block then I fuck up them bags
Hit the lot, drop a sac on a Jag
Then drop another sac for the stash
I don't want to talk less it's bout cash
Got a foreign bitch and she love to pop xans
Drop a sac, put it in the trash can
Good pack smelling like the trash can
These 12 be looking for the work
Disappear I clear my hands
Then I pull of in a Range Rover
Trying to sack up with my nigga Sosa
No triple-A, yeah the game over
Wrap the pack up, ship it overseas
I got anything a nigga need
Them xans, or that lean, that kush [?] with no seeds

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Big On Big"

"Big On Big"


Big on big
Big on big
Big on big

[Takeoff:]
If you havin' paper, and I'm havin' paper
How you gon' big on big?
If you havin' neighbors and I'm havin 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 trappin' that gas, you trappin' 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 drivin' a Jag, I'm pushin' a Benz
How you gon big on big?
What you talkin' about, we done been did
How you gon big on big?
How you gon big on big?

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

[Quavo:]
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 takin 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 bitchpolar
Six cell phones and I ain't social
Still goin' big, like Magnolia

[Takeoff:]
If you havin' paper, and I'm havin' paper
How you gon' big on big?
If you havin' neighbors and I'm havin' 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 trappin' that gas, you trappin' 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 drivin' a Jag, I'm pushin' a Benz
How you gon big on big?
What you talkin' about, we done been did
How you gon big on big?
How you gon big on big?

[Offset:]
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 nothin', you obsolete

[Takeoff:]
If you havin' paper, and I'm havin' paper
How you gon' big on big?
If you havin' neighbors and I'm havin 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 trappin' that gas, you trappin' 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 drivin' a Jag, I'm pushin' a Benz
How you gon big on big?
What you talkin' about, we done been did
How you gon big on big?
How you gon big on big?

 

[fox69]

"Birds"

"Birds"


[Intro: Quavo]
Wassup Pablo? What's poppin?
You got them birds? D-low?
I need 'em, I want it

[Hook: Quavo]
Had this dream that I woke up in a 'Rari
Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry
I'm too fly, I spread my wings and I'm soaring
Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird
B-birds
B-b-birds
Birds

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Just hit my phone if you want a bird?
My niggas out right now on the curb
You can get a re-rock
You can get a whole serve
We locked and now I can front you
Young nigga that's my word
Walk in the bando, look at all them birds
Bando get low, re-up on the birds
Got shooters on pronto
Don't got no undo
At the age of 17 I hit my first kick do'
Just me and Willie Mac, Offset
Shoutout Domingo
Then 12 tried to get me
For gang activity
The judge dropped the charge, and I thank lord
That's why i take this mic and I go hard

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 2: Offset]
OFFSET!
Just got the word, just got the birds
Shabba Ranks gold only kick it with Ferg
You think you finessing me? run off with ya bird
You gotta be kidding me
Charles Barkley, I got that broccoli
Fuckin' these bitches committing adultery
Trap fulla babies like an elementary
Bando with burglar bars, plugged in with Italian mobs
Don't never put trust in a broad
Im puttin' my trust up in God
I got birds, I got chickens, I got seagulls
Too many birds, my gun is an eagle
When I talk birds, I'm talkin' a kilo!

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
The plug just hit my phone
For some funions, want an onion
Exotic crocodile skin Martens, call me Dundee
Tito want a brick, chico gotta cross the country
Carlito for a hundred, gave bout 50 to my mama!
I'm an OG in my hood, no Aretha, well respected
Toucan Sam pigeons, call me Ace Ventura, Pet Detective
I see falcons on a daily basis, Takeoff off the pint
Whippin' chickens in the kitchen
Trap smell like a septic tank
Rockin gold everything, talkin' bout jewelry not the sink
I don't need no translator, I comprehend in a way
My plug Carlito, he can't speak no englo
All he knows is "andale"
I got bandos for the L-O
State-to-state, no real estate

[Hook: Quavo]

 

[fox69]

"Body Parts"
(feat. MGK)

"Body Parts"
(feat. MGK)



[Intro: Quavo]
Yah!
Young rich nigga
Migos in the building
Young rich nigga shit, man
Fuck wrong with these niggas man...
Go!

[Hook: Quavo]
Yo' bitch wanna fuck the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them niggas hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow
We got body parts
Young rich nigga tryna see a milli
I got niggas that'll get you for a meal ticket
I know niggas that remix, re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Gotta watch for them snake niggas plotting
Young rich nigga
I'm walking around with the rocket
I ain't seen you in two years so how I fuck with you?
I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you
I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch, big blocks
Remember me hitting the juugs and licks, and ducking and dodging the cops
I feel like 2Pac, it's me against the world and I can't be stopped
It's me in the drop, came from holes in my sock, and now I got guap

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts
I don't need no body guard, I just use my face card
In the kitchen frying fishes, got to come with tartar sauce
Call me Pastor Takeoff, healing niggas Peter Popoff
I'm A1 nigga no stakes off
Baking the birdies, I'm having a bake-off
Extorting these niggas and money they pay off
These niggas got work but ain't working they late off
I hop out the Porsche like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
A living legend, Ronald McDonald
My wrist terminator, but I am no Arnold
Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Offset]
Fuck nigga talking hit 'em with extensions
Throw 'em in the river now the nigga missing
Fuck nigga tripping I pan
I hit em with semi's he don't even see it
If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent
Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses
Everybody get it even civilians
The only people that I spare is the children
I'm sending you niggas to take away your body parts
Karate chop that nigga like it's martial-arts
Shot that nigga left 'em at the park
Put the pussy nigga on a milk carton
My choppa banana-clipped, it got a knife
Don't roll the dice nigga you risk your life
I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site
I throw him the bullet he catch it like Jerry Rice

[Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ugh, fuck a bitch cause it's Thug Life
Smoking good cause my plug right
200k sold on my debut release
200 felons locked up from the team
Popping 200 bottles the day they release
Yes, I am deceased, meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets
Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat
And all these bitches is trying to get on me
And I fuck all of them hoes, got 2 cell phones, can't none of them call me

 

[fox69]

"Brokanese"

"Brokanese"


[Intro: Quavo]
Migo, we in here
I don’t know what language you're speaking
Every time you see us we get larger and larger
I don’t understand the lingo

[Hook:]
Everytime you see us, we get richer and richer
Everytime we see you, you get broker and broker
Everytime you see us, we get richer and richer
Everytime we see you, you get broker and broker
Brokanese, you speak Brokanese
Brokanese, you speak Brokanese
Brokanese, you speak Brokanese
Down on your knees, you speak Brokanese

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Brokanese, Brokanese
Talking Brokanese, I take yo' bitch and broke her knees
Brokanese, Brokanese
You’re speaking Brokanese like : Can I have a dollar please?
I'm Hercules, you're Brokales
Extortion we want it, so bring that money back to me
WWE, you boys jabronies, GLAW! GLAW! GLAW!
I come with the chopper feeling like Tony
You niggas is cloning, copy me
Then you look at us, like you ain’t did nothing wrong
You got the nerve to bite the swag, then try to get us on a song
No fuck nigga, we don't rock like that
That's how niggas go broke like that
If you wanna make millions, then join QC independent

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
"Bon appétit", it’s time to eat
Beat the pot like a nigga boxing bob and weave
I'm whippin' a quarter key
A whole thing
I don’t talk your language ‘cause you're talking Brokanese
You broke down to your knees
Hold up freeze
You ain't got no money in your pocket don't talk to me
No comprende I talk Benji
Whippin' the Anna Nicole and Lindsay
No off-days, everyday payday
My diamonds looking like KK (white)
You broke and asking for favors
Young nigga I got 40 acres
Mansion house so damn big, I don't talk to nobody
I ain't got no neighbors
My neck is cold as a glacier
I fucked her, you should've save her
We're ballin', you're not a player
Front row, courtside at the Lakers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I don't understand you, you speak Brokanese
Never play piano but I whip with lots of keys
Trappin' and cappin' the fishes
Bando smell like Captain D's
Talking to my plug, Jackie Chan in Japanese
Private jet to Belize, smoking OG Christmas trees
You niggas ain't speaking my language
Ain't got a dollar you're so Brokanese
Why you niggas pocket watching
You need to be stacking that broccoli
I am the father and you are my son
I'm mister Miyagi and that's why you copy me
You niggas so broke it's killing me
That was embarrassing, really ridiculous
A nigga still on the block
Selling them quarters and mention my niggas been dealing it
I travel overseas, I water whip in The Bahamas
In Australia I'm the crocodile hunter
In Africa in the jungle

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Brown Paper Bag"

"Brown Paper Bag"


[Offset:]
Hah (know what I mean), pussy
Fuck all these niggas man
Yeah, we havin' this shit too, nigga
Yeah, young nigga havin' this money and shit
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah, yeah for real

[Offset:]
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 hurtin' (these bitches went missing, where, 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 workin'

[Offset:]
Offset!
I'm 'bout to sign your bitch (sign her)
Let me remind ya bitch (remind ya)
I am a walkin' lick (lick)
But I am with the shits (I'm with it)
Click, click, click, click, shoot and I sprung my wrist (bla)
Money is over a bitch (money)
Go to the mall in a Bentley (wwrrr)
Money is bigger than Winfrey's
Sippin' codeine out a Simply's
I do not fuck with the enemy (no!)
30,000 to the dentist
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We pull up where we got no (bidness)
We fuckin' these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
I'mma 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 gat

[Offset:]
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 (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurtin' (these bitches went missing, where, 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 workin'

[Quavo:]
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 talkin' 'bout 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)

[Offset:]
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 (smash)
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, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put on her Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
This was a part of the plan, get millions is working

[Takeoff:]
Brown paper bag (bag)
Wad 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 was born empty-handed but a nigga knew I had to get a bag (knew it)
I was raised by my mama, so a nigga never really had a dad (never)
Remember that lick we had hit? (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20K)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (ah man)
That wasn't part of the plan (had to)
Take out the tape from the cam (here)
No evidence on who I am (nah)
'Cause I can't afford to get jammed (uh-uh)
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