Quality Control & Takeoff - Magellanic
[Part 1]
[Intro]
Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir!
[Verse 1]
Big bank on me bitch, watch, I pop shit (Pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit (Real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (Ice)
A pound of Perc', and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (Lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich, ugh (Now we filthy rich)
[Part 2]
[Chorus]
Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (Bitch)
Make a broke nigga sick and pay a broke bitch rent (Bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fuckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
[Verse 2]
So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (Ew)
Way up top, don't fuck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (Cookie)
When you're gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them brands on my fist and put Celine on my bitch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, wrong or right, they gon' blast with the shit
Fuck the tab, make 'em mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and bought some lines for your ho (Lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
They know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho ('Cho)
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the Tek, it was me and 'Set (Yeah)
A nigga did a lotta shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that (Shh)
I don't post a lotta shit, 'cause I don't like the internet (Nah)
And these niggas ain't stoppin' shit, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (Smoke)
You lookin', it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (Ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures when these niggas post every pic (No cap)
[Chorus]
Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (Bitch)
Make a broke nigga sick and pay a broke bitch rent (Bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fuckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
[Intro]
Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir!
[Verse 1]
Big bank on me bitch, watch, I pop shit (Pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit (Real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (Ice)
A pound of Perc', and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (Lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich, ugh (Now we filthy rich)
[Part 2]
[Chorus]
Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (Bitch)
Make a broke nigga sick and pay a broke bitch rent (Bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fuckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
[Verse 2]
So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (Ew)
Way up top, don't fuck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (Cookie)
When you're gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them brands on my fist and put Celine on my bitch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, wrong or right, they gon' blast with the shit
Fuck the tab, make 'em mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and bought some lines for your ho (Lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
They know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho ('Cho)
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the Tek, it was me and 'Set (Yeah)
A nigga did a lotta shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that (Shh)
I don't post a lotta shit, 'cause I don't like the internet (Nah)
And these niggas ain't stoppin' shit, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (Smoke)
You lookin', it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (Ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures when these niggas post every pic (No cap)
[Chorus]
Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (Bitch)
Make a broke nigga sick and pay a broke bitch rent (Bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fuckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
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