Motor Sport - Migos ft Nicki Minaj ft Cardi B

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Yeah, skrrt 
M-M-M-Murda 
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) 
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) 
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) 
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) 
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) 

Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?) 
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) 
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) 
Face all your fears, then get at me 
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets 
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) 

Feel like I can fly, yeah 
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick 
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex 
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks 
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back 
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick 
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex 

Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks) 
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) 
Girl, yeah, yeah 
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma) 
Take away, pain ain't easy (pain) 
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire) 
Niggas not cappin' this season 

Offset 
The coupe came imported (hey) 
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white) 
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo) 
No human being, I'm immortal (no) 
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) 
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks) 

My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine) 
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy) 
Soon, as I land on the Leer (whew) 
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets) 
488, hit the gears (488) 
Suicide doors, Britney Spears 
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee) 
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila) 
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) 

It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey) 
Ride the dick like a BMX 
No nigga wanna be my ex (no) 
I love, when he go on tour 
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less 
I get upset off, I turn Offset on 
I told him the other day 
Man, we should sell that porn 
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches 

I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different 
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me 
Is the same lips that be ass kissin' 
These hoes ain't, what they say they are 
And their pussy stank, they're catfishin' 
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots 
They reachin' out like their back itchin' 
Why would I hop in some beef (why?) 
When I could just hop in a Porsche? 
You heard she gon' do what from who? 

That's not a reliable source, no 
So tell me, have you seen her? 
Let me wrap my weave up 
I'm the trap Selena 
Dame más gasolina (skrrt) 
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) 
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) 
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) 
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) 
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) 

Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) 
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) 
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) 
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth 
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth 
You see them stats, you know, what I am about 
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout 
Attention, I'ma need you to face front 
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt 

Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts 
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh) 
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie 
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi 
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy 
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy 
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though 
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though 

I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho 
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow 
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party 
Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi 
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty 
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti 
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" 

That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti 
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi 
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) 
Brand new Chanels (Chanels) 
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12) 
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches 
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh) 
If Nicki should show me her titty 
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear) 

If I get to play with that kitty 
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums) 
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) 
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah) 
My chest bad, give me chills 
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice) 
Not the watch, but the price on the ice 

If you don't know what that is (huh) 
Motorsport, motorville 
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr) 
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) 
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) 
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) 
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpi

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