Migos - Black Bottles lyrics

[Hook: Rick Ross] Black bottles and the gold chains Want the half or the whole thing? You goin' hard or you're goin' home? You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome? [Verse 1: Rick Ross] p**y n***as wanna see you dead Cause them p**y n***as never see the bread Black bottles and the gold chains Ho swallowin' my whole name (Rozay) I got some n***as that'll slide for me In other words, n***as there to die for me Left hand for the styrofoam My right hand keep this Calico I gave my shawty a student loan That b**h's mouth made the honor roll It's a cold world, meanin' no love Down to do work, n***a, no gloves Just got me 2 birds from ol' boy I always look out for ol' boy Belaire, my refrigerator I ate your b**h out on the dinner table [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 2: Quavo] Migos! Walkin' out the bando with a 4-5 My mama told me get money and stay alive I can't make the deal, I think he wearing a wire Pitch a hard ball and they hit it, call 'em Mark McGwire I'm meeting up with Pele Migo, that's my [?] He ain't ever have a private jet, would work on runways? My wrist cook the magic, Quavo Hardaway 3,000 birds in the air, I call it Andre I was nothin', turned into somethin', these b**hes want me I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries Pull up in the foreign, lift the trunk where the motor be Bottles in that VIP, bring out the camera, Spike Lee [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 3: Takeoff] 32 bricks of gold, Karl Malone Lookin' at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones Lately lot of you n***as been rockin' rhinestones Talkin' 'bout you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone Takin' a trip to go pick up that pack and we pull up in Bentleys Walkin' around with that sack, no 6, n***a walking with a 50 It's Migo gang, QC the label, f** n***as better get with it After my show, I'm on top of your ho, n***a autographin' b**hes titties Travelin' around the globe, I was told not to sell my soul For the price of fame and never fold Had to jump behind the internet A n***a takin' chains, Debo 24k on my tongue My Maison Margiela's, they rose gold Trappin' and I've been trappin' around, see the snow [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 4: Offset] Drug deala, gotta keep the 9 milla You scary just like "Thriller", thinkin' about buyin' a buildin' Finessin' the plug for the work I toss him over, no dribble Sippin' Rose after the day I had a court date Tried to f** lil mama, I don't really like no foreplay Talkin' all that sh**, I'll put a price all on your toupee I hit him in the mouth, he thought he had a damn toothache Both of you n***as are too fake They watchin' a n***a like Blu-Ray You talkin' 'bout that blow but you can't be from in the kitchen Whippin' up Alicia Keys You say that you got the big money But really your money is sesame seeds I got this b**h named Valerie, she [?] me bricks from Sicily My neck is flooded and my double cup is mudded The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made a million [Hook: Rick Ross] [Outro: Rick Ross] Black bottles and the gold chains Wearin' gold from the c**aine Boil kilo in the crockpot 'Nother drug dealer on the car lot