"Rich Migos" lyrics
(feat. OHGEESY)
Ayy, damn, ayy, reach up, huh
Ayy, reach up, I'm like Kane with a .50
Hit the club, pop bottles, sip drank and get tipsy
We fuck models, bad bitches get with me
So many hoes, I ain't trippin', I know one finna pick me
I been trappin' so long that I can't tell that I'm filthy
I got a nigga killed on my wrist, word to 60
My Migo caught a charge, he locked up and it killed me
Free my nigga down the road, the judge said that he guilty, ayy
My lawyer Black and my Cadillac too
My skin color brown and my manager Jew
My main bitch is white, but she Mexican too
I'm a Triple D nigga, thug it out and get through
Rich Migos out the West, niggas know to come correct
Why you going out sad, looking broke and so depressed?
Take the soda off scale and I'll put it on press
If it come to my mind, I get it off my chest
Wrist glitter, make a movie in a special effect
Get a bitch, make a movie with spectacular neck
Me and my niggas, that's who be running the West
I put money on your head, don't invest in a vest
I be too turned up, so I'm involved in the mess
I don't talk to no labels unless I'm cutting the check
I mean a big one, scope on a big gun
And I got accessories, laser and a big drum
Nigga spent a hundred and he acting like he did something
Nigga, you ain't did none, pipe like a big plumber
Like DJ Mustard, I been balling hard for ten summers
Send money to your baby mama, tell her get the kids something, nigga
I go presidential, Daytona, two-tone
Jubilee trap, nigga, I got two phones
Two-time, then my twin say, "What you on?"
I got the hood in the crib, this a group home
Ayy, Migo, I pull my pants up before I say, "What's happening?"
I spent a decade in the hood and I'm still active
I'm ten years in the game and I'm still trapping
You been a bitch for ten years and you still acting
I spend my nights in the trap and my days spending Fendi
I'm leaving out the mall with bags of Givenchy
Some of my niggas on the block squeeze the trigger 'til it's empty
Some of my niggas sell dope and came up off of [?]
Ayy, reach up, I'm like Kane with a .50
Hit the club, pop bottles, sip drank and get tipsy
We fuck models, bad bitches get with me
So many hoes, I ain't trippin', I know one finna pick me
I been trappin' so long that I can't tell that I'm filthy
I got a nigga killed on my wrist, word to 60
My Migo caught a charge, he locked up and it killed me
Free my nigga down the road, the judge said that he guilty, ayy
My lawyer Black and my Cadillac too
My skin color brown and my manager Jew
My main bitch is white, but she Mexican too
I'm a Triple D nigga, thug it out and get through
Rich Migos out the West, niggas know to come correct
Why you going out sad, looking broke and so depressed?
Take the soda off scale and I'll put it on press
If it come to my mind, I get it off my chest
Wrist glitter, make a movie in a special effect
Get a bitch, make a movie with spectacular neck
Me and my niggas, that's who be running the West
I put money on your head, don't invest in a vest
I be too turned up, so I'm involved in the mess
I don't talk to no labels unless I'm cutting the check
I mean a big one, scope on a big gun
And I got accessories, laser and a big drum
Nigga spent a hundred and he acting like he did something
Nigga, you ain't did none, pipe like a big plumber
Like DJ Mustard, I been balling hard for ten summers
Send money to your baby mama, tell her get the kids something, nigga
I go presidential, Daytona, two-tone
Jubilee trap, nigga, I got two phones
Two-time, then my twin say, "What you on?"
I got the hood in the crib, this a group home
Ayy, Migo, I pull my pants up before I say, "What's happening?"
I spent a decade in the hood and I'm still active
I'm ten years in the game and I'm still trapping
You been a bitch for ten years and you still acting
I spend my nights in the trap and my days spending Fendi
I'm leaving out the mall with bags of Givenchy
Some of my niggas on the block squeeze the trigger 'til it's empty
Some of my niggas sell dope and came up off of [?]
