Thank God lyrics

[Intro: Big Bank Black]
Big Bank (Bank)
Quavo (yeah yeah)
Duct Tape (mob sh*t n*gga)
QC (la familia)

[Chorus1: Big Bank Black]
Thank God that a n*gga still alive (Gotta thank God for that)
When the hate don't work they tell lies (They make up sh*t too)
I'm the king of the jungle like a lion (Big Bank)

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
We chasin millions (yeah)
I put my whole team on (whole team)
From the trap to the microphone
I put my whole team on (whole team)
Stacked to the ceiling
We ain't worried bout nothin' no more (bag secured)
We ain't goin' back broke (bag secured)
Took your b*tch to the spot and f*ck her (yeah)
Put the pistols on the ground make you suffer (suffer)
Don't play with me (don't play with me)
Don't play with me (na)
n*gga talkin' though he'll turn it out
Hit one switch turn my feelin's off (off)
Suckers started first but they still lost (still lost)
Had to cut all my b*tches off (be gone ho)
Gotta get focused (gotta get focused)
Gotta get the trophy (gotta get a bag up n*gga)
One of the realest n*ggas doin' it (OG)
One of the last ones left, yeah (uno)
Seen a lot of n*ggas come (seen it)
Seen a lot of n*ggas go (seen it)
Seen a lot of n*ggas, turn straight hoe (straight b*tches)
Always livin' by the code, yeah
I'm never gon' fold, yeah (loyal to the death n*gga)
Sometimes my mind be racin' when I'm thinkin' bout the paper
I don't really have no patience when it come to that dough, yeah (Big Bank)
I'm just tryna fill up a bag (fill it up)
All my n*ggas on the same sh*t we chasin' M's (M's)
[Chorus 2: Quavo]
(Yeah)
Thank God that a n*gga still alive (God)
Bought the Beamer with the frog eyes (Beamer)
Got yo b*tch cut, her eyes (yo b*tch)
(Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I took yo b*tch to the doctor (yeah)
I told yo b*tch to get well (well)
'Cause she too sick off a playa (playa, yeah)
I wanna buy me a bail (ayy)
I wanna buy me a bail (bail)
I wanna buy me a bail (yeah, bail)
Told the plug get that bag right
I'm finna pull up on 'em
Yeah, you know my cash right (cash)
These lil n*ggas want my limelight
Chopper eight miles long, a c*ck fight (schwoo, rrrah)
And I want all my n*ggas just to come and eat good with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma go straight to Hollywood, but I gotta take the hood with me (hood)
I gotta move in silence
Counting my money in private (priv)
Don't think a n*gga acknowledge (no)
Don't think a n*gga acknowledge (knowledge)
All my cars zero mileage
Wanna verse, forget about it (nah)
You think I'm signed to Lil Ceaser's (woo)
Pocket dough, fettuccini (ayy)
I told the b*tch I'm havin' sand time (sand time)
She pulled up in bikini ('kini)
Ball cap, no beanie (cap)
Trap signals, no beamer (trap)
Wrists dancin' like Fergie (wrists)
Thought I was a Black Eyed Peas-y (ooo)
None of my n*ggas is cheesy (no)
Trap life real easy (ayy)
[Outro]
(Then I had to tell my ma)
Tell my mama no (mama)
Now I can't stop thuggin' (yeah)
Told my mama nah (mama)
No, I can't stop thuggin'