Migos - Nicki Minaj - Cardi B - MotorSport

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MotorSport
Migos - Nicki Minaj - Cardi B

Artist: Migos - Nicki Minaj - Cardi B

Duration: 5:23

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Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check , Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad , now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check , Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball , just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall , walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me
Take away pain, ain't easy
That's why I fire up a bleezy
Niggas not cappin' this season
Offset!
The coupe came imported
This season's Off-White come in snorted
Green Lamborghini a tortoise
No human being, I'm immortal
Patek and A.P. full of water
Hundred K, I spend on my señora
My pinky on margarine, butter
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets
Soon, as I land on the Lear
Piguets, they wet, tears
488, hit the gears
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near
Criss Angel, make dope disappear
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears
It's a race to the bag, get the mills
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they catfishin'
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina, skrrt!
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports
Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty
Brand new Chanels
I stepped on runnin' from 12
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell
Pop a Perc and catch a feel
Now I cannot feel the wheel
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports Shawty bad , pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there , we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears , gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears , on the Nawf, get serious