(Intro)
Feeling like Migos (x4)
(Hook)
Whipping a brick, whipping a brick
I'm feeling like Migos
Finessing the plug for the chicks...
I'm feeling like Migos
Hitting them licks, Hitting them licks
I'm feeling like Migos
Get to the money don't worry bout stupid sh**
I'm feeling like Migos
Quavo, Offset, and Takeoff
I'm feeling like Migos (x4)
(Verse 1)
Trap out the bando
Trap out the bando
I'm feeling like Migos
Money Trouble Double cup sipping dirty fanta
I'm feeling like Migos
Kickstart pull up white ghost drop top phantom
I'm feeling like Migos
All of my n***as they came from the slums
All of my n***as they got them big guns
My gun is so big like a subway footlong
Don't step on me wrong
One shot to the head
f** n***a you done
Gone!
(Post Hook)
(Verse 2)
The Migos they came from the nawf
They the ones that created the dab
n***as keep biting they style
Walking they self in the wrong path
They tryna hit Quavo for the chain
But guess what he got it right back
Yes I do hate to bring this up
But these n***as is all about facts
Like Emmit Smith they running with the sack
Just like the money they be counting them stacks
They rob and finesse for the pack
Don't mess with them or you gonna get the click-clack
(Hook)