Migos - CC lyrics

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Migos - CC lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Huh? Huncho, Gato [Chorus: Quavo] Bad b**h know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I’m not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They know we having it (woo) Drums to the face, closed casket The pot look greasy s** me up, she please me Chanel like CC (CC) Upgrade a b**h from bb (bb) If she money, she go get it (go get it) All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) She keep up them bands with no n***a (racks) She keep up them bands with no n***a (hey) [Verse 1: Quavo] She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no no) Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yeah) Told her just be patient, I’m gon’ make you famous If yo’ n***a want beef, treat it like it’s angus (bow) Eat it up Little bit of dick, get nasty I gotta tip her (here) I got a pretty girl, low-key cla**y I gotta flip her (flip her) I ain’t here for no pictures (nah) Put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!) Young n***a popping them bands (woo) Like Marshawn popping them Skittles (hey) Young n***a got a big green truck Looking like Riddler Riddler What b**h name with the mean s**? Damn, I can’t even remember (damn) Money fall, yeah, timber (Timber!) Ice on in the winter (ice) Put the plug in the blender Then, he showed up for dinner (that’s cold) [Chorus: Quavo] Bad b**h know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I’m not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They know we having it (woo) Drums to the face, closed casket The pot look greasy s** me up, she please me Chanel like CC (CC) Upgrade a b**h from bb (bb) If she money, she go get it (go get it) All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) She keep up them bands with no n***a (racks) She keep up them bands with no n***a (hey) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I suppose, propose, to show off my rollie in rows This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control f** the folks and the border patrol, coast guard, free all of the bros We the goats, who want some smoke cuz’ we set all of the smokes We got lows, my 66′ spokes, they look like dinner rolls I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold Multi-million, but I gigolo My portfolio say I sold plenty coke Wop! [Chorus: Quavo] Bad b**h know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I’m not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They know we having it (woo) Drums to the face, closed casket The pot look greasy s** me up, she please me Chanel like CC (CC) Upgrade a b**h from bb (bb) If she money, she go get it (go get it) All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) She keep up them bands with no n***a (racks) She keep up them bands with no n***a (hey) [Verse 3: Offset] (Offset!) Applying the pressure for mo’ millions The bricks come from Japan and Korea I done made 2.5 on my Nokia He got kidnapped after that sh** too real Bad b**h, she walking with Chanel on her feet Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek Plain Jane rolling with the bust AP I make the thottie meet me at the grand marquee Playing for keeps, gotta move it lowkey She trying to f**, she in heat Yeah, she gotta f** by the three (smashed) Tip toeing back door and creep (back-do) I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (trick) I told her to s** with a beat Put Emerald sets in my links 24 karat my sink [Verse 4: Takeoff] 175 for the mink Turn the housewife to a freak And I got the ice on fleek Chanel double down, CC He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you) Ran off, made your life on me No gun, pull a knife on me Back back, get your wife off me On sight with me, my diamonds fight with me Can’t clone, we on Fly like drones, they biting me (rrrr) A sight to see, this gas tank on E North Pole, wrist on freeze Wait til’ my dawg get free [Chorus: Quavo] Bad b**h know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I’m not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They know we having it (woo) Drums to the face, closed casket The pot look greasy s** me up, she please me Chanel like CC (CC) Upgrade a b**h from bb (bb) If she money, she go get it (go get it) All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) She keep up them bands with no n***a (racks) She keep up them bands with no n***a (hey)