Karaoké MotorSport Migos & Nicki Minaj & Cardi B

Motorsport put that thing in sport

Shawty bad pop her like a cork

You a dork never been a sport

Pull up jumpin' out the court

Cotton candy my cup tastes like the fair

Straight up there we didn't take the stairs

Faced my fears gave my mama tears

Shiftin' gears on the Nawf, get serious

Face all your fears then get at me

Hit so many donuts on them backstreets

Sit so high in the nosebleeds feel like I can fly, yeah

Xans, Perky, check

Bill Belichick

Take the air out the ball just so I can flex

Take the air out the mall walk in with the sacks

Take the air out your broad now she can't go back

Xans, Perky, check

Bill Belichick

Take the air out the ball just so I can flex

Take the air out the mall walk in with the sacks

Take the air out your broad

The coupe came imported hey this season's Off-White come in snorted white

Green Lamborghini a tortoise lambo no human being, I'm immortal

No

Patek and A.P. full of water patek hundred K

I spend on my señora

Rat

My pinky on margarine, butter

What

And my ears got MCDonald's nuggets

Hey

Soon as I land on the Lear

Whew piguets, they wet, tears, get

Four eigty eight, hit the gears

Four eighty eight

Suicide doors, Britney Spears

Hoy

I'm boujee so bitch don't get near

Boujee

Criss Angel make dope disappear

Voilà

Hit the gas it got flames out the rears

Wooh

It's a race to the bag get the mills

Ride the dick like a BMX

Hey no nigga wanna be my ex

I love when he go on tour 'cos he cums more when I see him less

I get up set off

I turn Offset on

I told him the other day

Man, we should sell that porn

Yeah, Cardi B

I'm back, bitches

I don't wanna hear

I'm actin' different

Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me is the same lips that be ass kissin'

These hoes ain't what they say they are

And their pussy stank they catfishin'

Same hoes that was sendin' shots

They reachin' out like they back itchin'

Why would I hop in some beef

When I could just hop in a Porsche?

You heard she gon' do what from who?

That's not a reliable source, no

So tell me, have you seen her?

Let me wrap my weave up

I'm the trap Selena

Dame más gasolina, skooh

Motorsport put that thing in sport

Shawty bad pop her like a cork

You a dork never been a sport

Pull up jumpin' out the court

Uh, yo, watch your man then you should watch your mouth

Bitches is pressed administer mouth to mouth

You see them stats you know what I am about

I am the champ

I'm Iron Mike in a bout

Attention

I'ma need you to face front

You don't want smoke with me this is a laced blunt

Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts

My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts

You bitches catchin' a fade shout out my nigga Lil Boosie

All of your friends'll be dead you can get hit with that Uzi

I call him Ricky he say he love me like Lucy

Get you a straw nigga you know this pussy is juicy

This givenchy is custom made now you can't get it at Saks though

I don't work in no office but they copyin' and that's facts though

I ain't tryna be violent but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho

Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow

I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party

If Quavo the QB

I'm Nick Lombardi

Pull up in the space coupe

I done linked with Marty

I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti

Ayo, Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?

That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti

It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi

Bitch, you my son go and sit on the potty

Brand new Chanels

I scuffed 'em runnin' from twelve

Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'cos money is treatin' me well

If Nicki should show me her titty right hand on the bible

I swear I won't tell

If I get to play with that kitty

I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell

Pop a Perc and catch a feel now I cannot feel the wheel

My chest bad, give me chills and the left hand on Richard Mille

Not the watch but the price on the ice if you don't know what that is

Motorsport, motorville abort the mission, that's a kill

Motorsport

Put that thing in sport

Shawty bad pop her like a cork

You a dork

Never been a sport

Pull up jumpin' out the court

Cotton candy

My cup tastes like the fair

Straight up there we didn't take the stairs

Faced my fears

Gave my mama tears

Shiftin' gears on the Nawf, get serious

I want my grandma could see me

Take away pain, ain't easy

That's why I fire up a bleezy

Niggas not cappin' this season