Migos

Migos - Too Playa lyrics

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[Intro: Quavo]

Yeah (DJ Durel)

The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?

Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?

I got this man on the saxophone

You know what I mean, he blowing them keys

You know we keep keys the right way, you dig?

The way we put this Culture sh*t together

It's like a new wave, generation way

Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo



[Verse 1: Quavo]

She f*ck with the gang (gang), she f*ck with the team

She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah)

She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex

She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, yeah

Don't look at that skeleton too long, might drown (swim, swim)

My nigga got felonies, let him out right now (woo, ay)

I'm in Miami like a Zoe Pound (yeah yeah)

Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns

Wrist spending tabs, finna spaz, finna spaz

Niggas spending fast (spinning), 150 cash, 50 cash

Yeah, large (yeah), y'all nigga talk too hard (talk, talk)

We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards (chop)

Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah (yeah)

Big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)

My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah (fo sho)

We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)

Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)

Yeah, we too playa (woo), yeah, we too playa (playa)

Woo, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa

Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa



[Chorus: Quavo]

Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah

All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah

Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah

We too playa, yeah, we too playa



[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Yeah, 2 Chainz

Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that

Nigga claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that

Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat

Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same

100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a nigga like a spiritual

Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal

Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark

Black Patek Philippe, motherf*ckers like Armor-All

Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall

Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall

Shitting on niggas subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy

Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she'll pay cash, no penalty



[Verse 3: Quavo]

Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls

If the money fold, that mean the dope ain't sold

I like it straight, the men ain't gotta debate

Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face

The way these hoes like to film a nigga, Lorenz Tate

I won't even let you film a nigga without seeing tape

Yeah, that's my brother, work, but I gotta play harder

Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters



[Chorus: Quavo]

Said I got a big bank same size as his bank, yeah

My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah

Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah

We too playa, yeah, we too playa



[Verse 4: Takeoff]

I am a player, and no, I ain't playing fair

Swear they shaking like some dreads

Oh, that mean we got 'em scared

Look up at your man's head, tell me what color that dot is

Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did

I love my mama, never change, your honor

So I gotta let his mama live

I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield

Came in the game and was independent

They was screaming out that we ain't got a deal

Said I ain't playing, this the face I make

When I call my plug and he ain't got a sell

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I'm outta here

Open the door when they got in there

Quiet, I pick up the silencer

Shoot it up to the analogist

Ballin', but they keep callin' us

And ain't no stoppin' us, try to see the apocalypse



[Chorus: Quavo]

Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah

We too playa, yeah, we too playa



[Verse 5: Offset]

New Moncler, throwin' salt on a playa

Save the salt for the snails

Or the rocks in my ear

Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena

She a bad bitch, I seen her

I'm flooded, call FEMA

I do it the best, I am too playa to stress

Drip like the mayor, more or less

I like your bitch, I caress

Dry down the stick nigga, hush

Codeine syrup a must

Wraith with the peppermint guts

He sweet, he keep holding nuts

Your bitch is a throwaway mutt
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