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[Verse 1: Takeoff] Young rich nigga, riding round the city with the mac Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch he's leaking Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget Nah for real What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about? You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about Shaking like a stripper, put that magic up in his mouth Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it down Migo (?), whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve J-1 got PT's, and sold that reserved I'm a (Hot) Boy, so you know I gotta stay low Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet Set! Told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check I'm a young nigga, with the rich nigga ambitions At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties There's levels to this shit like Meek said And you embarrassed to admit it I don't want to kick it After my show The gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga Letras de cancionesAnd all he wanted was a picture I used to smoke swishers, like a regular nigga Now I'm a backwoods type of nigga A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I shot him White people, they still treat me like I'm a Bieber Now people they screaming out "Free Activis" They talking bout that Activis be discontinued Check my cup of muddy trouble, trapper, got packs in the attic Catch me riding with packs in my rental Trap, trap down when I'm on the revenue Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog food Diamond brick with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool Master P, no limit, money been all jumping like a bungee Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming [Hook: Quavo] Cross the country Cross the country You may never been there catch me Cross the country Cross the country Cross the country Coca leaves, and palm trees We cross the country Cross the country Cross the country She don't understand English, but she want me Cross the country Cross the country I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country [Verse 2: Offset] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name I stole a mustang, drop top, no brain Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in the game Taking pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fan On my first lick, only got a little bit of change Thinking like Obama, something gotta change Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains When I got outta jail, did the same thing I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang Cocaine in the nose like a (?) My nigga be trapping the gas, propane Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang I was getting money, way before the rap game As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride They killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-five I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at popeyes The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better survive Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly Talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino Young rich nigga, never made the hono (Thanks to chevey for these lyrics) From Letras Mania