[Chorus: Quavo]
Your b*tch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don't f*ck with you n*ggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can't turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it's easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this b*tch ass n*gga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I'm livin the Migo life, it's hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it's hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain't sign no deal
You n*ggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my n*gga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north n*gga gotta keep the Mac
[Chorus: Quavo]
Your b*tch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don't f*ck with you n*ggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can't turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real
[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich n*gga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that's a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
f*ck n*gga, you lie
Real n*gga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I'm a batuler, I live in the mansion, let's get it
40 for the safe, that's right, yep
[Chorus: Quavo]
Your b*tch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don't f*ck with you n*ggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can't turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young n*gga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There's a lot of sh*t I regret I did
Can't let neggitivity get to me, I'm taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree
[Chorus: Quavo]
Your b*tch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don't f*ck with you n*ggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can't turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real