(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)