[Quavo]
Yeah, Quavo
(Buddah Bless this beat)
[Quavo]
Welcome to Atlanta, baby, it's big and magic
Where young niggas pull up Lambo' trucks and still trappin' (Skrrt)
Only place where you can pull up a bad bitch in traffic
Try to get that file on you (File)
Won't catch me lackin' (Nah)
I put that shit on, lil' nigga, this that real fashion
Now every time they see the Huncho, they like, "Shawty, happen" (Gone)
We too player with the ball, babe, we all passin' (Player)
At the hour, wall-to-wall, she a hooker savage (Hooker)
Yellow, gold ropes lit, lookin' for the karats (Ice)
Havin' motion, havin' too emotion, we too active (Woo)
Turn my savage up (Up)
Nigga 'cause the streets get nasty
When P signed me, I see millions in the garbage bag (Woo)
Just like Diddy in my city, makin' them bags, can't quit
Then put a Rollie on his wrist, said I was cookin' some grounds with
Think I'm bullshit (Oh)
Come down to the city and it's lit
All these hoes thick (Woo)
We gon' fuck 'em all and get rich
[Quavo]
So don't worry 'bout a bitch and get your bag, lil' baby (Oh, yeah)
When you see this couple cup, you got to know that it's mud (Mud)
And I ain't goin' for nothin' (Goin')
Unless she goin' for somethin'
And she ain't gon' for nothin' (Gone)
Unless she goin' for money (Oh)
Now this her first time in Atlanta
Bounce that ass for the camera
With your hammer (Boaw)
You know it's just sweet off in Atlanta
This the city (Woo)
You know this where the trappers turn to rappers (Trappers)
Don't tolerate no cappers
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[Takeoff]
And we are
Creep through that come from another planet (Creature)
The rocket ship take off, I'm 'bout to land it (Takeoff)
I gotta stick the switches, automatic (Brr)
Ain't never average, keep that shit in the attic (Let's get it)
Don't tell me lies
Look at your neck, your chest, your breatss
Tell me everythin' that's on your nasty mind (Don't lie to me)
Your friends be tellin' me that you tellin' 'em 'bout the D
You ridin' your tank on E, so how you drive? (Skrrt)
I love who you are
Hate that you can't
You're so Anne Franck
Let's take a trip to Greece and hide out for a week (Week)
She got a body, petite physique
I went and got me a new Phillippe
I'ma make your car skeet-skeet (Splash)
She ain't gotta rap her hair up in my silk sheets (Hell naw)
Smash and hit the bar like what the lick read? (Talk to me)
Brand new AP straight out the factory (AP)
When I'm on stage at my shows, bitches, they grabbin' me (Get 'em)
Yeah, I'm rockin', they callin' me Takeoff
How you passin' me? (How)
You barely see me
But if you do, somebody ask for me
He in the cap, I'm in the Gotti
This shit ain't fast than me (Huh)
If I pay her rent and get her a bag, she give the cat to me (Me)
[Quavo]
So quit worryin' 'bout a bitch and get your bag, lil' baby (Oh, aw, yeah)
When you see this couple cup, you got to know that it's mud (Aw, yeah)
And I ain't goin' for nothin' (Goin')
Unless she goin' for somethin' (Goin', aw, yeah)
And she ain't gon' for nothin' (Gone)
Unless she goin' for money (Oh)
Now this her first time in Atlanta (Yeah)
Bounce that ass for the camera
With your hammer (Boaw)
You know it's just sweet off in Atlanta
This the city (Woo)
You know this where the trappers turn to rappers (Trappers)
Don't tolerate no cappers (Yeah)
Turn these bars into captions (Captions)
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