Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

"If Mozart produced for Migos"

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich n*ggas
You know some', we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
Hey!

[Chorus: Offset]
Raindrop (Drip), drop top (Drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
f*ckin' on your b*tch, she a thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', n*gga (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, greet the trigger (Nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
My b*tch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow)
My n*ggas is savage, ruthless (Savage)
We got 30's and hundred rounds too (Grrah)
My b*tch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope)
My n*ggas is savage, ruthless (Hey)
We got 30's and hundred rounds too (Glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe)
I take your bih right from you (You)
b*tch, I'm a dog, roof (Grr)
Beat the ho walls loose (Hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt)
I tell that bih to come comfort me (Comfort me)
I swear these n*ggas is under me (Hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash)
Ayy, we do the most (Most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (Whoo)
Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah)(Blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (Cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (Hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (Dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (Magic)
Courtside with a bad b*tch (b*tch)
Then I send the b*tch through Uber
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie

[Chorus: Offset]
Raindrop (Drip), drop top (Drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
f*ckin' on your b*tch, she a thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', n*gga (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, greet the trigger (Nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey)
My b*tch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow)
My n*ggas is savage, ruthless (Savage)
We got 30's and hundred rounds too (Grrah)
My b*tch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope)
My n*ggas is savage, ruthless (Hey)
We got 30's and hundred rounds too (Glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy, outer space—Kid Cudi (Drank)
Introduce me to your b*tch as wifey
Brick down, nutted butted, now that n*gga duckin' (Phew)
Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya (Huh?)
Draco bad and bougie (Draco)
I'm always hangin' with shooters (Brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (Private)
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille (Cook it up!)
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (Run with it)
When I'm on stage show me boobies (Ayy)
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (Ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (Pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (Skrrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (Lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (10)
These b*tches, they f*ck and suck di*k
Bustin' for Instagram, get your clout up
Dat way (Yeah), float on the track like a Segway (Go)
Yeah, dat way (Dat way), I used to trap by the Subway (Trappin', trappin')
Yeah, dat way (Go), young n*gga trap with the AK (Rrah, uh)
Yeah, dat way (Yeah), big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray (Hey)

[Chorus: Offset]
Raindrop (Drip), drop top (Drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
f*ckin' on your b*tch, she a thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', n*gga (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, greet the trigger (Nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey)
My b*tch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow)
My n*ggas is savage, ruthless (Savage)
We got 30's and hundred rounds too (Grrah)
My b*tch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope)
My n*ggas is savage, ruthless (Hey)
We got 30's and hundred rounds too (Glah)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, ayy, ooh, what, huh, yeah

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