Young Thug - Nigeria lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane, PeeWee Longway) [Hook: Young Thug] Me get you in Nigeria Take a trip to Jamaica Smoking weed from Nigeria Take a look in the mirror All I see is a millionaire Take a trip to Siberia Oh so cold in Siberia [Verse 1: Young Thug] You know take all the city Like I got keys know this here Young Thug is frigid My flow is hot like a motherf**ing sk**et When I look at myself look like a million ticket Rich Gang baby I drove my momma crazy Then I went brazy 1017 try to make me Like a motherf**ing baby Still blowing trust funds, all hundreds On a n***a hun and a n***a son I'm fly as a motherf**er Put my cape on Oh yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] b**h can’t tell me nothing n***a can’t tell me nothing else Got 2 mill on me right now You can have money and still wouldn’t know how 2 punch in my back pot, b**h you hit the jackpot b**h get with these half gats You f**in with them half knots I’m the type of n***a drop cash on em He the type of n***a go half on it I ain't trying to run a tab on it cause the a** so fat, gotta grab on it Yeah Gucci man it’s the boss hunned I don’t drive cars that’s all sunny Got a Charger cost more than a Maybach So I know my homeboy Rick Ross want it And they call me like 2 hunned I 223 2 snow bunnies The difference my car your car My car cost way more money Thank shot he got dome called Let they call me no money That young n***a my real dog He’ll do anything for me [Hook] [Verse 3: Peewee Longway] Do you know what I do to you Plet your b**h from you Turn her shoes into Jimmy Choo Early in the morning, sipping mud is what players do Take her down, sla** them Let her know that my side blue And let her shoot my busses Baby tell em before noon You making boss moves, damn girl What you tryina do Is how a boss move, the better ...for you And now the a**, that fendi dress a little nice on you With all this cash, I never want I spend on you Take a flight just to f** on you San francisco, just smoke cookies And if I always talk, I might bust on you And you ain’t getting your money And you might wanna watch your lady I’m on molly tryina f** me something Got a whole lot of og bags in And I ain’t worried bout nothing