Fight Night lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
If you know me, know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume (Takeoff)
Talking crazy, I pull up, andale
R.I.P. to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

[Interlude]
Ayy Twaun turn that beat down
Haha
Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich n*ggas at, man?
YRN sh*t, man
Migo!

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Broke n*ggas stand to the left (Left!)
My rich n*ggas stand to the right (To the right)
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (Lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume (Takeoff)
Talking crazy, I pull up andale
R.I.P. to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate
It's a truckload coming on the interstate (Truckload!)
Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate
Your main b*tch say she wanna make a sex tape
Rich n*gga, I could never be a broke n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Broke n*ggas, I can never get along with them
Always been hated since a little n*gga (Always)
It's forever pus*y n*gga gotta deal with it (Rich n*gga!)
[Chorus: Takeoff]
Broke n*ggas stand to the left
My rich n*ggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (Lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo!
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Rumble, young n*gga, rumble! (Rumble!)
Lil' mama want a n*gga like me in the sheets
Ice Cube knock it out like Deebo (Bow, bow!)
Now who's that talking that gangsta sh*t?
Somebody gonna kick your ass (kick your ass)
When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm (Yuh)
Let them know that this a whole lot of cash
Rich n*ggas on the right, all night (Rich n*gga)
Broke n*ggas to the left, by yourself (Brokanese)
Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire?
Call 911 like Wyclef

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Broke n*ggas stand to the left
My rich n*ggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (Lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
[Verse 3: Offset]
I'm a rich n*gga, I don't like a b*tch n*gga
Snitch n*gga, broke n*gga, I don't deal with you
All of my n*ggas, official, my b*tches they skrippers
My n*ggas they criminals trying to get to the M&Ms
If your b*tch is so innocent, why she sucking my children
Lights, camera, action, diamond dancing b*tch we go in the building
Bad b*tch make it clap, like Magnolia
Young rich n*gga on the couch talking to Oprah
Bottles in the VIP while I stand on the sofa
I don't speak your language, Brokanese, I thought I told ya
These b*tches they be smokin' on hookah, my n*gga ballin' like Hoosiers
Pull up in the Double R, go scare ya b*tch, Freddy Krueger
Flooded Franck Muller

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Broke n*ggas stand to the left
My rich n*ggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (Lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pus*y out like fight night