Cardi Why Would Would I Hop in Some Beef When I Could Just Hop in a Porsche
MotorSport
by Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B
on Motorsport (2017), Culture II
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-Grand-Grand-Murda
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yep, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), popular her like a cork (popular it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull upwardly, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
Cotton wool candy (beverage), my cup tastes like the off-white (cotton)
Direct up at that place (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, become serious (serious)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then go at me
Striking so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yep
Xans, Perky, cheque (yes), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just and then I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't become dorsum
Xans, Perky, bank check (aye), Pecker Belichick
Accept the air out the ball (yeah), just and so I tin flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Accept the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
[Verse 2: Start]
Offset!
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Dark-green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human beingness, I'k immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. total of h2o (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Before long, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hitting the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'yard boujee, so, b*tch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Hitting the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, go the mills (hey)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the di*k like a BMX
No n*gga wanna be my ex (no)
I dearest when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more than, when I see him less
I get up ready off
I turn Get-go on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, b*tches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Aforementioned lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the aforementioned lips that be donkey kissin'
These hoes own't what they say they are
And their pus*y stank, they catfishin'
Aforementioned hoes that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out similar they dorsum itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could merely hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
And so tell me, have y'all seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (popular it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
[Poetry 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your human, so you lot should watch your mouth
b*tches 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 lot to face up front
Y'all don't desire smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap'southward Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them false stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
Yous b*tches catchin' a fade, shout out my northward*gga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he dearest me like Lucy
Become yous a straw north*gga, you know this pus*y is juicy
This Givenchy is custom fabricated, now you can't become it at Saks though
I don't piece of work in no office, just they copyin' and that's facts though
I own't tryna be violent, simply if Nicki on information technology, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that newspaper like a loose foliage when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad b*tches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull upwardly in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can really afford to go a pink Bugatti
"Ayo Nick, didn't y'all only practise a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my n*ggas ship hits like Gotti
It'due south a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
b*tch, y'all my son, go and sit down on the potty
[Poesy v: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with none of y'all b*tches
'Crusade 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 go 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 cycle (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (water ice)
Not the sentry, just 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)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yes, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Yous a dork, never been a sport (dork, aye)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the courtroom (spring)
Cotton wool candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton wool)
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)
[Outro: Quavo]
Girl, yeah, aye, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take abroad pain, own't piece of cake (pain)
That's why I fire upward a bleezy (fire)
n*ggas not cappin' this season
Source: https://songsear.ch/song/Migos-Nicki-Minaj-Cardi-B/MotorSport/3714686
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