you told me to give it up my nigga
now you wanna' hop on the bus my nigga
you see me ballin' now you finna' rush my nigga
real niggas made the trap house bump my nigga
that's what i call trap funk my nigga
looking like a young james brown in the kitchen
can't trust these bitches
but everybody wanna' fall in love with these bitches
take a hoe and make a million
make a basic bitch feel like hillary clinton
let's talk about the rapper swagger jagger niggas
put the powder on my hand so i can smack a nigga
i had powder on my hand before the rapping nigga
on the north turned the bando to a mansion nigga
million dollar cash in the duffel
million dollar man got muscle
it's a whole pound in the plastic
gotta' pay for fore' you snatch it
momma cried a million times
still cried a million times
life paid off all these hard ass years
but the money change bills
life was so hard i prayed to god
shit went good everyday nigga i had it hard
quit sprinting out the crib running from tear drops to the cars
i have been through the jungle and forest
remember the day at momma house sleep
quavo woke me up in my sleep
had one jordan on his feet
looking out for the police
he said not only did i lose my shoe
take you back about a year ago
way before niggas begin using the migos flow
when my pockets was hurting i had to kick a door
or found a way to get benjamins was the motto
i was dreaming about hitting the lotto
he gotta get every dollar
you told me to give it up
but watch how you gone' follow
niggas that talking they gone' holla
brush the dirt off my collar
errbody' know we got no label
we came in as young rich niggas
one man down but nobody can replace him
ain't no pray to nobody only my savior
i don't fuck with none of you niggas cause' you fugazy
life's hard life is whatever you make it