Bar$ lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Hit the plug, thirty bands for the [?]
Walking [?], spent three racks on my sneakers
Balmain, where they go, I'ma see ya’
Bought a Masi', call that sh*t Maserata'
[?], got a band, I’ma see ya'
My b*tch so crip, filled that b*tch with IKEA
Takin' those risks cause we trap out the b*tch
And I'm out of this world, alien, like I'm Frieza
Spent fifty-thou' and my rollie iced out like a freezer
Flew out to China, plug said nice to meet ya'
Came a long way from trappin' out the beama’
Came a long way from trappin’ out the beamer

[Bridge]
They should've never gave you n*ggas money
Hahahaha
They should’ve never gave you n*ggas sh*t
Hahahaha

[Verse 2]
TSA, activist, business a pleasure
I tell that hoe business is pleasure
Step on the gas, this b*tch sound like a leopard
So many chains, my neck froze like a blizzard
Beat the pus*y, I swear I leave that b*tch injured
Know that I got this, no crossing my fingers
Drop me the whip like he got butter fingers
Humongous The God, but my b*tch is a sinner
pus*y for breakfast and pus*y for dinner
And my checks in my name, ain't signed to no label
Came a long way from [?]
Now it's mansions and stables
With b*tches named April that's down to do anal
Just as long as we can bring along Rachel
[?], but hoe I will not save you
200 my dash, I’m driving like a racer
So many [?] you'd think I was a banker
[?]
Done with your b*tch, hit uber and take her
Deliver them bricks, I hit uber to take them
Heard you got bricks, I sent my goons to take them
Whippin' that magic white, no Channing Tatum
[?]
Your b*tch pus*y out dated
Nobody wanna
Reach in my pocket, I pull out all blue hunnids'

[Outro]
They should've never gave you n*ggas money
Hahaha
They should've never gave you n*ggas sh*t
Hahahaha

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