Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
That’s not a reliable source, no
Yeah, skrrt
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Man, we should sell that porn
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)

Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
"Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)

Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
I turn Offset on
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
488, hit the gears (488)
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
[Chorus: Quavo]
The coupe came imported (hey)
[Verse 2: Offset]
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’

You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
Ride the dick like a BMX
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Let me wrap my weave up
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
You see them stats, you know what I am about
[Chorus: Quavo]
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
I get upset off
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
I love, when he go on tour
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)

[Intro: Quavo]
full of water (Patek) Patek and A.P.

M-M-M-Murda
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
I told him the other day
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Motorsport, motorville
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Offset
Face all your fears, then get at me
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
Girl, yeah, yeah
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
My chest bad, give me chills
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
I’m the trap Selena
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
Feel like I can fly, yeah

So tell me, have you seen her?
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less

Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Niggas not cappin’ this season
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
If I get to play with that kitty
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)