Quality Control Music - Interview lyrics

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Quality Control Music - Interview lyrics

[Chorus: Takeoff] They say that n***a that don’t talk much Is that n***a that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups We on top, ain’t no runner up Come on our side, tape and chalk up Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money I’m just tryna fill my vault up [Verse 1: Takeoff] Don’t ask me no questions in no more interviews ‘Cause I don’t really like to talk much (nah) Not that I don’t know how to speak It’s you just ain’t paying me enough to talk much (nah) Not paying attention to tweets ‘Cause if I look at em I’ll wanna off somethin’ On Instagram flexing Phillipe Like you the first, but I been bought one Ain’t posting no drank on the Internet But I be drinking codeine when that drought come (lean) She said that she from Puerto Rico But after that head, I asked where that mouth from (swear) I knew that was the outcome (outcome) Ask me where I get my style from (style from) Sherbert cookies in the wild room (cookie) China plug out in Taiwan Nawfside where I come from (Nawfside) Cuban link on top of tennis bracelet Another Cuban link, that’s on the right arm My n***as don’t do no talking They eyeing them n***as to see what they on (eye) With fashion I’m wildin’, must have a stylist Way that I put that sh** on Pull up I’m dropping the top on a don (Rolls) Wrist glis’ b**h, broke b**h need a fix Paranoid, watching cameras, take a sh** with my stick (brrt) Off the jet to my shows, back on jets with your b**h She get wet, out them clothes, give her dick and that’s it (smash) [Chorus: Takeoff] They say that n***a that don’t talk much Is that n***a that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups We on top, ain’t no runner up Come on our side, tape and chalk up Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money I’m just tryna fill my vault up [Verse 2: Offset] I make a hundred thousand on an accident (accident) Pushing weight, my pockets masculine (uh) Ain’t no n***a running up and snatching sh** (nah) I was hoping not to have to whack a b**h (whack) I just paid 500K for the whip (racks) I just paid 100K for the wrist (woo) Clarity, wedding band rings on my fist It’s a charity, giving out dick to your b**h Bigger faces got me dripping lately (woo) The chopper working whats the b**h-uation Mansion gated, gang affiliated Trappin’ the bomb, I had detonated I stand in the pot, make it incubated (stand in that) Bought a plain watch, I didn’t want the glacier (plain) Hop on that jet, Gucci aviators (aviators) 300 deep ain’t no gladiators (gladiators) Got a big bank in my vault (vault) Sharpshooters on the roof It’s a hole in one n***a like golf (boom) n***as out here throwing salt I let the money go talk (money) I’m rich, you can see what I bought (yeah) I’m on Saturn I’m sipping on cough (mud) Cook the batter then send the work off (woo woo) [Chorus: Takeoff] They say that n***a that don’t talk much Is that n***a that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups We on top, ain’t no runner up Come on our side, tape and chalk up Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money I’m just tryna fill my vault up