Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo & Takeoff] Migo (Goose with another one) Talk to 'em Takeoff Takeoff, Takeoff [Verse 1: Takeoff] You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it, but you niggas know you weren't rapping like this Trend setter, I'm a trend setter (Trend setter) Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather (Bap, bap) Bando look like it's a homeless shelter (Bando) She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer (Scotty) Whippin' that dope with the terminator, wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel (Bright, bright) My mansion got eight acres, trap underground, they calling me Undertaker (Damn, damn) They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker I put in work and dedication (Hard work) Fifty pairs, Giuseppe steppers, Maison Margielas, they think I'm on Rocafella (Nah) The kids, they call me Slick Rick (Why?) I make up a script, they call me the storyteller (Damn) I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy, we murdered Versace like Biggie (Murdered it) Hannah Montana, fuck nigga we been in that Coogi, it's time to kill em' with Givenchy Red bottoms, scenes are forensic Designer frames, limited edition Pushin' one button, my roof and then its missing (Porsche) Dope on my Louboutins just left the kitchen (Ugh) You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos (Real shit) Fuck nigga wanna clone? Been rappin' like this since No Label (Been did that) Fuck the fame rather be rich, been gettin' money, since No Label (Been getting that) You waited for it, now here it go The intro to No Label (2) [Bridge: DJ Ray G & Quavo] See, It's funny my nigga right Cause everybody wanna sound like us But they don't wanna give us the respect, right? You fuck niggas gon' learn we started this shit We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthafuckin' county down Not city nigga, county nigga Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga QC the label, money on the table Migo Gang, No Label (Quavo) [Verse 2: Quavo] Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement (Way, way back) Young nigga got all that talent (Huh?) On the radio didn't have a placement (No, no) Linked up with the hood (Link up) OG Head Huncho, Migos (OG, Migo) Then we took over the Nawf (Nawf) Twenty dollars to get your song played at Flamingos (Whoo) Remember the days of hitting licks? (Remember?) Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick (Christmas) Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent (Bills) My mama she say that she sick of it (Momma) I had to go get to the Benjamin (I had to) Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent (I'm sorry) Money moves the commitment (Money moves) No label, my life you witnessed it (Go) From kickin' doors (Go) Taking gold (Gold) What did I cash out on? I don't know (No, no) I will not tell on my soul (Why?) Cause Ion' know if the case closed (Shh, Ooh what?) I know that you hate that Versace went gold (You hate it) Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll (Hundo) Independent, never ever won't fold (QC, gone) [Bridge: DJ Ray G & Offset] See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right? We went from ashy to classy We went from having shit to fucking your bitch, my nigga No Label, DJ Ray G These my muthafucking brothers right here, Migo Gang What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks? Ask your favorite rapper I bet he say us, nigga QC, the label (Offset) Ha, No Label [Verse 3: Offset] Locked up on every mixtape (Locked up) Quavo told me nigga wait (Wait) This is the only way we can escape (Only way) I realized it when I sat down for an 8 (I realized it) Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient (Grandma) Grandma' was a cancer patient (Damn) Before she died, she sat us down (Sat us down), said stay together and we're gonna make it (We made it) For you niggas don't know (You niggas don't know) Never really sold dope, but I kicked doors (Boom) Free my nigga Willie Mac, gave him 3 to the dome (Free him), he didn't tell a soul (He didn't) You making me sick to my stomach, I might go and vomit (Ugh), you niggas is cloning (Cloning) We not together cause you my opponent (Not together) Taking our style nigga we never loaned it (Taking the swag) Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying (critics) Thirty thousand just to look at the time (30k) Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin (Ha) Mansion Elan was our stomping ground (Huh?) Our money big, your money minimized (Big money) Taking shots cause your buzz died Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised (Skrrt, skrrt) The world is fucked up but the strong survive [DJ Ray G] Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my nigga We ran that shit We turned Mansion Elan Into Migos Elan, nigga We turned obsessions, in the Migos Playhouse nigga Every strip club Our main bitch, our side bitch, her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga We run this motherfuckin' city We started new Atlanta These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line And pay, bitch