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Migos - Yung Rich Nation Album Lyrics



Migos - Yung Rich Nation Lyrics






Memoirs

Aye Offset (yo)
Aye Takeoff, what's up, unk?
You remember that shit we did way way way back in the day?
(I remember that) Motherf*ckers said it wasn't gonna work
We was some crazy young niggas huh?

I'd like to welcome you to Yung Rich Nation
I know you been patiently waiting
Yung Rich Nation that's the album
Tryna turn the mansion to a castle

Diamond shine came from Africa
Shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors)
Ooh, damn, bachelor
Turn the club to a massacre
(F*ck it up, f*ck the club up)
(If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ya, pitiful)
Sad to say, fight what you do

First check bought a Audi Coupe
It was black and grey like the Raiders
First check bought a Challenger
It was 10 bands so I paid it
Remember the time, Offset he got me high
That was right by the neighbors house?
Remember the time we broke in the neighbors house
That was our first paper route
Remember the time they shot up my mama house
12 Tried to make it my fault
Remember the time you niggas laughed at me
Said that I wouldn't bond out
You say that you trappin', take you to the bando
And you a front see whatchu 'bout
Before we made the song Hit Em' wit it
We was knockin' niggas out
Before we made the song 'Birds', pelicans fly to the south
Niggas talkin' stupid up in crowd
Jumped in the crowd and punched em' in the mouth
First time we in Miami, we had a gangsta shootout
Dope in my sock, and we beat the trap out
Don't come in my trap if you unannounced (Pussy)

Diamond shine came from Africa
Shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors)
Ooh, damn, bachelor
Turn the club to a massacre
(F*ck it up, f*ck the club up)
(If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ya, pitiful)
Sad to say, fight what you do

Remember the time
I did my first breaking in?
Me, myself and I had nobody wit me
'Cause I ain't want my uncles know I did it
Remember the time I got kicked out for havin' gas stashed in my locker?
In the gym choppin' it up wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school
Lord please forgive me I know you remember that
6 Peer plotted on my teacher had to hit for that fundraiser fetti pack
Got home and counted the check
I'm thinkin' to myself Takeoff what you gon' do wit that
Call the plug up ask him where he at
I'm celebratin' smokin' back to back
Remember that time Quavo came home with a full grown marijuana plant
Stinkin' up the crib tryin' dry it off in the oven it was still wet
Mama came in smelt the odor said "Damn boy I can catch contact"
I got that dope talkin' anthrax, hit a fat one when we hit for fifty racks

Diamond shine came from Africa
Shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors)
Ooh, damn, bachelor
Turn the club to a massacre
(F*ck it up, f*ck the club up)
(If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ya, pitiful)
Sad to say, fight what you do
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Writer: Carlton Mays, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Dab Daddy

[Intro - Quavo:]
Yeah, ahhh
Lemme talk my shit, nigga
Migo, huh
F*ck wrong with these niggas, nigga?
Yeah

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
When I caught the coupe they was mad at me
Hoes calling me the dab daddy (I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy)
Bettin' poker chips, I ain't playin' man (I ain't playin' man and I ain't playin' sticks)
I'm a rich nigga, you can check my status (You can check my status, you can check the stats)
Pass chemistry, f*ck mathmatics (F*ck mathmatics, I ain't pass school)
My money counter do the adding (Money counter do the rules)
I bought a carpet from Aladdin (I bought a carpet from Aladdin)
So I can finesse and do magic (So I can fly and finesse, nigga)
Rammin' the engine in traffic
Lost Mike and Pete, that's tragic (R.I.P., damn)

[Hook - Quavo:]
I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy
I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy
Hoes calling me the dab daddy
Hoes calling me the dab daddy

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Offset!
From the jail cell, my wrist so sick it got sickle cells
Working my wrist like a ferris wheel, you say this and that while my pockets filled
We don't spare no nigga, cut his head off and show me his real
We got diamonds and gold, ain't no stainless steel
Independant, we didn't take a deal
I know you heard about the fight, I know you heard about the shooting, I know you heard a nigga ruthless
Thirty thousand for a viewing
Bitch you see the dab
Tipping Margielas, you do the math
When I pull up on Beverly shopping, I pull up in a Phantom, not in a cab
Red bottom drippin' it's a blood bath
Ferragamo, arrested for my dab
Say I'm the dab daddy with my dabbin' ass
F*cked your bitch once, I give her back!

[Hook - Quavo:]
I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy
I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy
Hoes calling me the dab daddy
Hoes calling me the dab daddy

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Dab! Dab! On top of dab
Takeoff in the kitchen like I'm Dexter's Lab
Walk in the mall and I dip in Ge'
Swappin', no swappin', no check the tag
Gas better sewed up, bitch you wanna take self
Dicking it up, never not f*ck they momma, they call me Mel
Rich nigga but I know we have some in wealth
Takeoff is spillin' Actavis on new Margielas
Everywhere I go they call me dab daddy
Dab daddy, got different, different dab
Flippin' dab like a acrobat
Flippin' it, flippin' it, flippin' 'em
2500 my tapestry, I got expensive habits (Actavis, Actavis, Actavis)
Throw body parts on my Murciélago, pull up like Go Go Gadget
Pull up in valet, the [?] do magic
Dippin', dabbin' in the Phantom, lookin' at the roof and it's panoramic
Diamonds clear water like they from Atlantic
Dab daddy, I'm the king of the fashion!

[Hook - Quavo:]
I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy
I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy
Hoes calling me the dab daddy
Hoes calling me the dab daddy
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Writer: KHARI BALL, KIARI CEPHUS, QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, CARLTON MAYS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Migos Origin

[Intro:]
So what part of Atlanta y'all from?
From the north side
Uh, yeah
Every show get crazy and crazy
We growing and growing every, every, every time at a show

[Chorus - Quavo:]
Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up
Three young rich niggas, never did a push up
You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the f*ck up
And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
We killed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, shout out to the islands
Mommas and daughters taking a picture with me and they smiling
Charlemagne say the gang Donkey of the Day (Charlamagne?)
Billboard magazine, 45K
Word on the street they say the Migos wanted
But they can't find the Migos, so they bite their recorders
When you ask for a show, can you seriously afford it
Check my schedule, itinerary loaded of course
Check my dab, it's priceless
And my niggas is righteous
I don't got no type, but I love to f*ck Pisces
The chains on my neck, I might get arthritis
YRN Tha Album first album going diamond
Got my mama a Benz
Just to show her I'm grinding
Green dots in the pen but I hate the confinement
When Offset got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds
Dropped the Rich Nigga Timeline and we was crossed the country

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Skrrt, cook up
Graat, he shook up
I'm trapping the white, that Ku Klux
My niggas got grenades and bazookas
On the private jet we smoking up in indica
A hundred thousand, got a pick up in India
Headed to locker, we changed the millennium
Thirty thousand for a walk through minimum
Snakes in the grass start spinning out venom
That come with the territory when a nigga winning
Tinted windows on the sprinter you don't need to see this image
The blogs say I need to calm down, f*ck a image
Your CEO a busta and my CEO a hustler
Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me repercussion
Came from nothing, came home with a half a million, hurt my stomach
I'm taking good care of my kids but they mamma get nothing
And if you think it's wrong this ain't the right song you're bumping
Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants and monkeys
Never see me lonely, best believe nina on me
Stuffed crust, my pocket walking with a 50 on me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Pyrex pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up
They looking for the origin, wanna know how did we make this shit up
Came in there right and we f*cking it up
Jump off the banana boat, call me King Tut
Niggas be biting our swag I tried to switch it up
But these niggas still don't get enough
Niggas with attitude don't give a f*ck
Young nigga flexing never did a push up
Migo flow everybody wanna look it up
Every ten years it's on my story bro
I bet you listen up, you don't gotta like it
Yo favorite rapper he be biting
When I step in the booth, it's a moment of silence
I bet yo bitch she get excited
When I'm doing show my front end and that back end be enormous
I need a double cup with my Backwood when I'm on stage performing
Can't get in my tour bus bitch, ain't tryna f*ck, it's only 5 in the morning
I got some Dominican bitches that sucking and f*cking and back to the origin

[Chorus]
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Writer: XAVIER DOTSON, KIARI CEPHUS, QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, KHARI BALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Spray The Champagne

[Intro:]
Respect the OG's
We thank you; for giving the young niggas the crown

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
They say that he a young nigga
He ain't got no paper (huh?)
He ain't never made it ten years later they were caters
At my motherf*ckin' cook house
I never work the warehouse
I shit on the people that said I wouldn't make it I pull up on them roll the window down
Yeah look at me now
Damn your car don' broke down
I bet you won't rid of me now
Look at how life turned around
Heard that you had the pounds
You fell off and can't push em now
You looking like a rookie now
Cause a young nigga got the crown

[Hook - Quavo:]
Young niggas got the crown
Young niggas got the crown
OG's they respect us
Young niggas got the crown
Spray the Champagne (Spray the Champagne) [x4]
Young niggas got the crown (Young niggas)
Young niggas got the crown (Young niggas)
OG's they respect us
Young niggas got the crown
Spray the Champagne (Spray the Champagne) [x4]

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Sprayin' the Champagne on the sofa f*ckin' up the couch with Louboutin loafers
25 hundred nigga I put in the sole
Young nigga we got the crown and my neck looks just golden
Hocus pocus you niggas know that I be exposured
And I be thanking God everyday cause a nigga chosen
So many gold chains on my neck it turned gold
I be whipping and driving the Lamborghini like it's stolen
Salute to the OG's who gave us the crown (salute)
Shoutout to the migo said nigga bitin' the style (migo)
When I'm on stage nigga drippin' like it rain
Sprayin' champagne all over the damn crowd
Ain't part of the squad then don't come around
Ain't a Young rich nigga you not welcome around
You see your favourite rapper bitin' the style
That's cause the Migos we got the crown

[Hook - Quavo:]
Young niggas got the crown
Young niggas got the crown
OG's they respect us
Young niggas got the crown
Spray the Champagne (Spray the Champagne) [x4]
Young niggas got the crown (Young niggas)
Young niggas got the crown (Young niggas)
OG's they respect us
Young niggas got the crown
Spray the Champagne (Spray the Champagne) [x4]
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Writer: KHARI BALL, QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, CARLTON MAYS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Street Nigga Sacrifice

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Ridin' for the task force, my lifestyle like a rodeo horse
Had a dream in a porsche then I woke up and had to go to court
Got a lawyer, dropped the cases, now you see me on the pages
XXL magazine, December and shoe cover Fader
They sayin' Migos better than the Beatles
Paul McCartney, I would like to meet him
Young niggas from the Northside with Leon Korol havin' brunch meetings
Huncho, where the fam?, I got to feed 'em, private jet in the six seater
Quavo livin' legend, Elvis, that's why I pull up leakin' continental, gone!

[Hook - Quavo:]
Came in the game, we had somethin' to prove
Came in the game, we had nothin' to lose
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Clean it up then you got to flip the money twice
Clean it up then you got to flip the money twice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Street nigga just want a Beamer
On the Northside, police give us a pinger
Pistol in the locker, give 'em the ringer
Grandma was a sacrifice, can't forget
We can see the far shit and we with it
Trappin' out the bando, behind the door was a semi
Real got the squad, Quavo whip it scientific
Juggin' iPhones, so we made a half a ticket
Real street nigga sacrifice
And you in the trap, watch out for the mice
Please don't get it twisted, we on the mic
Choppas eat you niggas like a termite
Bloody money turn to clean money
Fiend money that got bean money
I seen money and I dream money
Listerine, why should I clean money?

[Hook - Quavo:]
Came in the game, we had somethin' to prove
Came in the game, we had nothin' to lose
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Clean it up then you got to flip the money twice
Clean it up then you got to flip the money twice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Street nigga sacrifice, takin' pennies, takin' chances, nigga, day and night
No re in the sacrifice, I pull up in the Lamborghini, turn on the lights
Gotta thank God for my life, shit that happen over night
We're respected, Migos Gang, we rep this worldwide, takin' nine hour flights
When you a young rich nigga, you do what you like
Want a feature, nigga?, Gotta pay the price
Pourin' act in the cream soda, f*ck the sprite
Cut the lights off and in the club, my diamonds bright
In the kitchen with the envy then hop Lamborghini, that's a two seater
Work come from Columbia, name it Adelina
Might just take a trip, just go to Januvia

[Hook - Quavo:]
Came in the game, we had somethin' to prove
Came in the game, we had nothin' to lose
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Clean it up then you got to flip the money twice
Clean it up then you got to flip the money twice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
Street nigga sacrifice, street nigga sacrifice
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Writer: Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Highway 85

[Intro - Quavo:]
Take it back to the north side
Migo N.W.A nigga

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Woke up quick at about noon, just thought that I had to be on the north soon
Hop in my Beamer to see my moms, my mom started trippin' but my [?]
Stopped at the gas station, get it pumped by the [?]
See some niggas that ain't like where I came from
I grabbed my Glock then I dialed one number
Tell my brother that I'm slipping and I'm in trouble
So the nigga I don't like made a move to the right
I grabbed the Glock and point it at him on sight
The nigga to the left told me put the gun down
BOW one round, Uh, it's going down
I ran out the store, I can't believe I ain't hit
My migos pull up with macs and sticks
Rel hopped out and let 2 shots off
Then I looked around the corner it's Gwinnett County law
I rolled down the window, it's the officer
Put his nose in my car, he say he smell the herb
He opened up the door and asked me can he search?
Hell Naw, officer you know how much I'm worth?
I'm worth a million

[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
High Speed chase going down 29
Mama on my line sayin' I'm on Fox 5
I said "you sure Ma?" she said "baby it's live"
I said "F*ck twelve" turn up the alpine
Rockin' down [?] seen a punk ass busta
Got the 38 on me but this bitch kinda rusty
F*ck it I'm a shoot it, if it's jammed then I'm running
BOW BOW BOW BOW crumpet must be from Oakland
I ran through the cut, 12 chasin' me
Smoking on gas got the best of me
He getting so close, bout to tackle me
I turned around and emptied the clip, get from round me
It's f*cked up, niggas in the hood they killing each other
And most of us got single parents, only a mother
Niggas in the kitchen whipping chickens, tryna get butter
Police on my ass cause the [?]
Police pull me over got the mac in the bag
Wait till he get up out the car and hit the gas
High speed chase down 29
And if I get caught I'm gettin' a lifetime

[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Once upon a time not long ago
3 amigos by the name of Offset Takeoff Quavo
Stayed on the north side, that's where anything goes
And if a nigga disrespect, he meet the funeral home
Wake up in the morning, thank him cause it's me that he chose
Migo Jerz at the bando with a fork in a bowl
My nigga called me at the park and said it's getting too deep
Jumped in my R8 with ostrich seats and hit the streets
Ridin' down club drive feeling myself
I know the block inside, I'm screaming f*ck 12 sparking a spliff
My conscious telling me You tripping Takeoff think I see 12
Damn I shouldn't of served that nigga at the shell
Now lemme tell you a riddle
Mirror mirror on the wall, what would you do if police thought you pulled over your car?
Mirror, when do you picture the Migos falling off?
The mirror said you stupid boy, don't ask that question at all
I see red and white blue lights while I look in my rear
Put the gas out, it's Friday and it's smokey in here
F*ck another high speed chase, that's when the hemi kick in
Forgive me for my sins, I ain't going back to the pen
It's gon be a...

[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time
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Writer: KHARI BALL, KIARI CEPHUS, QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, CARLTON MAYS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






One Time

[Intro:]
One time
Yo yo yoooo
MIGO!

[Hook:]
Smoke one, one time (Smoke one)
Drink one, one time (drink, drink)
Lemme f*ck something one time (Smash)
Turn the club up one time (Turn the club up)
Smoke some one time (Smoke)
Drink some one time (Drank)
Lemme f*ck something one time
Turn the club up one time (Ugh)
Only take one time [x8]

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Only take one time for me to put my eyes on you (I'm looking at you)
Only take one time for me to just get high with you (Gas, Gas!)
Only take one time for me to just pull up (Skrr)
Only take one time for my nigga pull up with the choppas
And a hundred round drum
Cut 'em off one time and they gone (Nawfside)
What type of shit that you on (Type of shit that you on)
What type of drug that you on (Type of drug that you on)
YRN the label we put em on (Young Rich Niggas!)
Championship, you know that we winning one this year
I don't have to empty the clip, she want Tommy outta here
Take your ho for the first time (one time)
And I only hit her one time (one time)
I walk in the jewelry store for the first time
I'm walking out looking like Busta Rhymes (Busst)
I told my niggas we gonna see dollar signs, I told em one time
We overseas for the first time, but it sure ain't the last time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
Migo gang say it one time (MIgo!)
Now the choppa sounding like a drum line
Call up the plug one time (Plug!)
He pulling up with a hundred lines (Pull up!)
One rum and one cosign (Cosign)
Have you in the drop top, no mind (skr skrr)
Lemme smash one time, lemme pass one time
Lil mama staring at me, hit the gas one time (Gas)
One time, one time, one time
I got more titles than Busta Rhymes
Niggas cloning me but I am one of a kind (Clone)
You say you be drinking but only one line
Only take one time for a nigga to snitch (Snitch)
Only take one time caught with a brick (Brick)
Bumping yo lip you get shot in yo shit
All of this work i need me a forklift
Hit a nigga with a choppa only one time
And i got the pocket rocket and it's on me all the time
My diamonds hit one time and it make you blind (Shine)
Technical foul f*ck nigga crossed the line
Nigga one time, I stretch it to a nine (Nine)
I got two hundred buried in the ground
One gun with bout 200 round
They looking for you in the lost and found (where)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Only take one time for me to call my niggas up and they pulling up
Thinking bout running up Imma chop you with the choppa
Then i hit the runner up
My mansion's got expensive furniture
My favorite Corvette, it with the turbulence
Hit the gas one time, its over with
I'm in Vegas in casinos and I'm betting my poker chips
Just like a spider I web up the game
Whip up but they think its Peter Parker here
One song Versace and it got us the fame
Niggas plotting get one shot in your brain
Niggas biting but ain't gone say your name
Nigga my family only one gang
I came from the Northside and invaded the A
Start f*cking up the city now we got our own lane
Now we blowing up like we on a mine
Givenchy khakis, Versace down my spine
Speeding in traffic I'm doing 200, that nigga say f*ck the stop sign
Taking your bitch and I f*ck her one time
But that bitch she be calling me more than one time
I drop a 8 one time, y'all drinking one line
You ain't never seen a hundred thousand dollar one time

[Hook]
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Writer: GRANT DECOUTO, KIARI CEPHUS, KIRSNICK BALL, QUAVIOUS KEYATE MARSHALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Just For Tonight

[Intro:]
Just for tonight, oh
Just for tonight, woo

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I want you, you want me
Just for tonight
(Only one night)
Just for tonight
(Just for tonight)
I want you baby (you)
And you want me (me)
Just for tonight
One night (one night, one night)
Yo

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Look at my charm and baby look at my arm (look at it)
You know you the bomb, I'm a call you Saddam (boom)
I don't need your phone number, you coming home
You don't really speak no English baby, where is you from?
Never mind that, hop up in my coupe and let the top back
Just a night to remember, get your recorder and rewind that
Surrounded by bad bitches, baby you the finest
Don't worry about it, it just mean you on Quavo Island
First night, I was styling, I saw you smiling
When I leave the club on four door, I let you be pilot
When I get you to the room you know that I'm a dive in (splash)
On the first night, lil mama going in

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I want you, you want me
Just for tonight
(Only one night)
Just for tonight
(Just for tonight)
I want you baby (you)
And you want me (me)
Just for tonight
One night (one night, one night)
Yo

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Alright lil mama, lil mama said she want your Takeoff
Keep our jet, private jet taking all me to my lake house
Takeoff ain't no superman, ain't no need to bring that cape out
Givenchy my skin is, Versace my sheets when I lay off
I said don't touch boy, that jersey don't belong to you
Taking a trip to pick up the set is what we known to do
Tried to wet up my Mulsanne but it was bulletproof
With them choppers, no binoculars, we looking for you
Got your bitch on my line, she keep calling me
Feel like my shadow when I'm walking, she keep stalking me
Feel like she working for AT&T, she keep texting me
Lil baby tryna get next to me, rubbing all in my jeans and piece, tryna hit the weed

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I want you, you want me
Just for tonight
(Only one night)
Just for tonight
(Just for tonight)
I want you baby (you)
And you want me (me)
Just for tonight
One night (one night, one night)
Yo

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Just give me an hour, I'll be the water to your flower
I beat it, I'm killing it, make the pussy devour
Got me all in your walls, I'm tryna knock down the tower
I'm not really involved with buying gifts and the flowers
She see my diamond it dancing, they globing into your water, like top me off
Tried to kiss me, f*ck that, and call her again, she lost
It's only for one night cause I know that you not really worth it
If I text you tomorrow you gonna be asking for Birkin
Don't be involved in your feelings cause obsolete bitches hurting
I gots to get me a condom cause I don't want no more garbage
I'm in the Maybach with curtains, she suck me up like a sherbert
We f*cking these bitches with the lights on
And we don't f*ck under cover

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I want you, you want me
Just for tonight
(Only one night)
Just for tonight
(Just for tonight)
I want you baby (you)
And you want me (me)
Just for tonight
One night (one night, one night)
Yo
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Pipe It Up

[Chorus x2 - Quavo:]
Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up
Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up
I walk in the club just to pipe it up
I stand on this stage and I pipe it up
Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up
Go buy a bando then I pipe it up

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up
I walk in the club just to pipe it up
She was a basic bitch til I piped her up
I'm just doing my dab, I called it the pipe it up
They know that I'm having blue Benjamin's
They know I'm on top of the pyramid
They know I'm a go down in Guinness
All this dab a nigga drippinG
Piped up in the city
Piped up with yo bitches
Piped up in Givenchy
Piped up new edition
When a nigga start talking shit, gotta pipe up the ammunition
Your bitch walking around piped up
When she see me, she blowing kisses
Feeling like Aladdin, Quavo the genie
I grant your ho three wishes
You know I do magic, Quavo Houdini
I touch the pack and get it missing

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Broke niggas still saying turn it up
All my young rich niggas screaming out pipe it up
Benjamins old they extinct like a dinosaur
Look at yo diamonds, yo diamonds ain't bright enough
I send the work to get used in a catapult
Play with the dope in the snow like a hockey puck
Pipe it up, pipe it up, no Roddy Piper
They biting the flow nigga but the Migos got the title
So now niggas dabbing, don't know how it happen
I been touchdown on you niggas ask Madden
Don't forget bitch I'm the dab daddy
In stores now YRN fabric
Pipe it up, bitch it's gong be the new anthem
I come through swerving in a black Panarama
Pull out the camo when you see me
Christian Louboutin, hopping out that's an animal
Now remember, fore we made this song, nobody said pipe it up
Next thing we dropping, we gon f*ck em up
Have everybody screaming pipe it up
Pipe it up in the club while I'm on drugs
A nigga f*cking up the furniture
Shoot a money ball like Steve Kerr
Pipe it up, I get them pints on reserve

[Chorus x2]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, FAIRCHILD RIGHTS & MEDIA MGMT






Gangsta Rap

[Intro:]
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those Migos

[Hook - Quavo:]
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
F*ck the media
They hatin' on a young gangsta
We put the bando in the Wikipedia
Still these niggas ain't thankful

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Migo Gang, we the most dangerous
Narcotics made a nigga famous
If you bangin' twist your fingers
Throw a party for the gangstas

[Verse 3 - Quavo:]
We the biggest gangstas at the top of the list
Get my brothers snow bunnies and say they off like wrist
They recordin', reportin' 4.5 on my dick
I just gave them information 'bout my new bitch

[Verse 4 - Takeoff:]
They asking me questions
No information no participatin', ain't no conversation
They hatin' I made it, speculatin'
Takin' 'bout how many drugs, they fakin'

[Verse 5 - Quavo:]
Gangsta rap comin' back like a nigga got 80's crack with an 8-track
Come in your house, where the safe at?
Homie don't play that

[Verse 6 - Takeoff:]
Young niggas we bringin' back gangsta rap
I put that dope right up where your bitch anal at
My brothers keep a girlfriend in my cal-de-sac
When the white people see me have a heart attack, cause of that...

[Hook - Quavo:]
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
Gangsta rap is back
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Playa Playa

[Hook - Takeoff:]
I can take you places you ain't never been
You ain't never been on that Island f*cking with Gilligan
Lil mama foreign, she an immigrant
I can turn you to an American citizen
Courtside Staples watching Lakers
Big mansion, no neighbours
Bitch go back to watching basic cable
If she thinking she can play a player
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon')
Playa playa, playa playa (nah, never)
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon)
That bitch she think that she gon' play a player

[Verse 1 - Takeoff:]
(Takeoff)
See one thing you can't do is you can't play a player
I done did everything that you did, and I've been everywhere
She riding on Toyota, have you ever been on a Lear?
A California foreign baby, something you can barely steer
Wait hold up, that's something you can't afford
You say you want that [?], well I can lease that Porsche of course
Take her to the mall, shutdown her favorite store
Have her walking out with bags, she don't wanna shop no more
Damn, Dolce Gabbana's, Alexander McQueen, she want red bottoms
This bitch she say she want her hair just like Rihanna's
And she know daddy money longer then Rapunzel
My diamond stones cause she say she want a stoner
The way I kick it shawty thought I was a punter
Try to play me like I'm crazy, make me think that she famous
But I got one question baby, how the f*ck you thinking that you gon' play a player?

[Hook - Takeoff:]
I can take you places you ain't never been
You ain't never been on that Island f*cking with Gilligan
Lil mama foreign, she an immigrant
I can turn you to an American citizen
Courtside Staples watching Lakers
Big mansion, no neighbours
Bitch go back to watching basic cable
If she thinking she can play a player
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon')
Playa playa, playa playa (nah, never)
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon')
That bitch she think that she gon' play a player

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
No she can not play me like a Playstation
Pull up and I drop her off Atlantic Station
You know I don't want nothing but some penetration
So hit me later, tell me what's the situation
You know It's nothing
She said she never been to Atlanta now she coming
Flying from a foreign country, trying to get into something
Really she don't know nothing, can't play a player
Baby girl I want you on the northside, welcome to my world
Then why the hell she so mad then
She ain't got nothing but a little back end
She hop in the front of the Bentley coupe
And she give me brain that's frontin'
Her phone ring, she hop out my Bentley like her grandmama was calling
I ain't seen her since then, and she still keep calling
Can't play a player
They say she got a man, keep her shopping out on Rodeo
I'm a let him do it, I ain't gonna spoil her, I'm a player
No not gon' sell no dream, this ain't no fairy tale
They say that you cuffing her, nigga you working for 12

[Hook - Takeoff:]
I can take you places you ain't never been
You ain't never been on that Island f*cking with Gilligan
Lil mama foreign, she an immigrant
I can turn you to an American citizen
Courtside Staples watching Lakers
Big mansion, no neighbours
Bitch go back to watching basic cable
If she thinking she can play a player
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon')
Playa playa, playa playa (nah, never)
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon)
That bitch she think that she gon' play a player

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
I'm a player, bitches calling me Bill Bellamy
She want my formula, can't give away my recipe
Italy, Hawaii, Beverly, it don't even matter to me
I'm on the road every day, somebody come call for me
The rings, the chains, the bezels, you ain't even on my level
Gotta fit you in my busy schedule
I can help you get your life together, I'm flyer than a feather
In any weather, I'm a player
We can swap these bitches out nigga and trade them
I've never been the cuffing type, I'm no lifesaver
I put a hole in your nigga, he like a bagel
I'm on the molly calling Scotty like I'm Fabo
You not a J-Lo, you a OK ho
Shut the f*ck up before I beat it on my table
Number one rule of the Players Club
Never cuff a bitch that one of your partners done hit

[Hook - Takeoff:]
I can take you places you ain't never been
You ain't never been on that Island f*cking with Gilligan
Lil mama foreign, she an immigrant
I can turn you to an American citizen
Courtside Staples watching Lakers
Big mansion, no neighbours
Bitch go back to watching basic cable
If she thinking she can play a player
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon')
Playa playa, playa playa (nah, never)
Playa playa, playa playa (thinkin' she gon)
That bitch she think that she gon' play a player
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: JOHN A ZUNINO
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.






Cocaina

[Hook - Quavo & Young Thug:]
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, I don't wanna serve my people
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call them birds, call them seagulls
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call the girl mamacita
Cocaina, cocaina, I do this shit for my familia

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Turn a half to a whole thing
With cocaina you will make a name
If you wanna make a mountain
Gotta turn that kitchen to a hurricane
Trapping out the boarded houses
Don't go check the door without John Wayne
All white bricks, plain Jane
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, I don't wanna serve my people
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call them birds, call them seagulls
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call the girl mamacita
Cocaina, cocaina, I do this shit for my familia
Have you ever seen a drop before?
Have you ever seen a drought? (hell nah)
Have you ever seen a pot before?
Fishscale jumping out
Everybody know cocaina make the whole world turn around
Out of Venezuela talking cocaina with the plug right now

[Hook - Quavo & (Young Thug):]
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, I don't wanna serve my people
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call them birds, call them seagulls
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call the girl mamacita
Cocaina, cocaina, I do this shit for my familia

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
YSL YSL, Migos 'til I'm dead and pale
No cop whip it like a shelf
Cut that profit like, yeah
Throttled up look like a crocker
Got some bad hoes up in here rappin'
Got some coasters round my neck like pastors
F*ck a father like son, bitch, we bastards (f*ck em)
Got some baking soda, that's what sells a plug
I wanna see some heels, cooking make me love
Yeah, I got that dope like pieces, I would love to meet ya
I done beat it, beat it, now she say she bleeding
Don't mislead her, treat her now she knows it's easy
She know it's easy yea

[Hook - Quavo & Young Thug:]
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, I don't wanna serve my people
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call them birds, call them seagulls
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call the girl mamacita
Cocaina, cocaina, I do this shit for my familia

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Cocaina, call it Miley Cyrus
Actavis 'cause we don't drink that wise shit
They talking about the Migos we spreading like we a virus
Thinking about running up on me, think I'm sweet, I wouldn't advise it
Diamonds build our temperature up, f*cking run it to the closet
Chopper make you do whatever I say niggas call me sire
When they growing all pinocchio, nigga, but I ain't lying
Most of these bitches ain't mine, I f*ck them then move down the line
See that cocaina gon' bring you to crime
And that cocaina gon' start bringing the fire
But get caught with that cocaina get time
You been f*cking up and run at the wrong time
It can be a crumb they gon' charge you like it's a dime
Looking at my neck and wrist like why I can't shine
Looking at the IA like why can't I rise?
Cocaina come out the boat and it's certified

[Hook - Quavo & Young Thug:]
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
(Cocaina, cocaina)
Cocaina, cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, I don't wanna serve my people
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call them birds, call them seagulls
Cocaina, cocaina, you can call the girl mamacita
Cocaina, cocaina, I do this shit for my familia
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Courtney Dante Elkins, Darryl McCorkell, Deshawn Kennedy, Dina Marto, Irvin Devine Whitlow, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Trap Funk

[Intro:]
This what they been waiting for...

[Hook - Quavo:]
If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk
Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I am dealing
Same niggas that you're fearing, same niggas that I live with
Couple m's in the attic, ain't gotta count it every day 'cause I'm havin'
Got the fishing on water, I'm slabbin'
Count up the extras, I'm dabbin'
Eighteen hours in Moscow, what the hell them niggas doin' in Moscow?
Yung Rich Nation, Migo gang now, havin' international fame now
She don't speak no English, she wanna meet me, her daddy the plug out in Argentina
She try to drain that liquid in the glass, told the baby girl "it's not tequila"
In my [?], trafficking the Lamborghini two seater
Your ho fly, antenna, I take her to the telly, I f*ck her one time and I leave her

[Hook - Quavo:]
If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk
Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
I got the blues...
Used to be kickin' them doors in my trainers, I walk in the club with my Lous
Now we f*ck bitches by two
Dropped out of school, they said we was fools, them diamonds looking like a fool
Mansion, twenty five rooms, we got bananas, baboons
Young niggas we brough the trap... back
We gave you, so f*ck it, we want it back
Don't do that, nigga, boy, we on that
Whippin' and flippin', you cloned that
I'm not going back and forth, she knew it was a 'Rari when she seen the horse
Trappin' babies and we never abort it
Migo gang we established on the north
We had the bando beating like a po'
I wanted some money, I jumped off the porch
Hot nigga so I keep me a toy
I will burn a nigga, put that on my lil' boy

[Hook - Quavo:]
If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk
Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Call it trap funk 'cause we having gas backs, and we put the fork in the trap
Same keys you're here playing on the piano, I got them wrapped up in saran wrap
Got a plug, got in Moscow with the act
And go tell them to my information they whacks
Baby bottle, but no world rec
Niggas is old hundreds, call them Thunder Cats
Young nigga be dabbin', hittin' the foam with the spatula
Pull up, these bitches suck me like Dracula
Diamonds pull up, my jeweler from Canada
You niggas steal bubblegum wrapping 'cause you amateurs
Christian Louboutins, a walking mannequin, my bomb is full of blue Benjamins
Don't drink that shit just to be cool, I only sip Actavis 'cause it's my medicine
They put me on the news, they tryna embarass me
Got the Migos looking like we some terrorists
Taking hits, gotta run with the punchin'
My momma told me it's just a form of jealousy

[Hook - Quavo:]
If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk
Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, KIRSNICK BALL, CARLTON MAY, KIARI CEPHUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






What A Feeling

[Intro - Quavo:]
Feelin' great, whoa
Feelin' aight, feelin' okay, yeah
What a feeling
What a feeling!

[Hook - Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Talk to em' Quavo
Takin' back the streets you know I own
Trappin' cap when momma ain't at home
When she cook up the dope callin' me alone
Kickin' dough was my specialty
Mama told me she gon' get at me
But I was worried 'bout the police
Runnin' from 12 in a Gucci fleece
It's a great feeling that they notice me
Came from bando to mansion to TV screen
No more trappin' no more [?]
Now it's double XL Migo magazine
Don't get me wrong, I keep the magazine
Now I'm the last don, shout out to Master P
I pray to lord, devil don't tackle me
What a great feelin' million dollar me

[Hook - Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Trapped out the bando I really did it
Water whippin' chickens, all these cameras in the kitchen
Breakin' in the mitten, my nigga was sellin' Whitney
Niggas come and get it cause I got a lower payment
What a f*cking feeling giving money to the children
Bentley Mulsanne pulling up in project buildings
[?] with these niggas, walkin' in the chinchilla
Ladies need to step aside, same one as the dealer
These niggas they hate me, but they can't defeat me, I know why they envy me
What a feeling, how I got a hundred million all in cash and you niggas just look at me
VVSing for from my jeweler out in Cuba
I see fugazi diamonds on your Cuban link, 100, 000 ain't nothin' to me
Hit that bitch make her work for me, wanna f*ck on the shower pole? Mimi

[Hook - Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: KIARI CEPHUS, KIRSHNIK BALL, QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Recognition

You know it feel good when your recognized
Recognized (recognized, recognized)
As I wanted to be
I didn't know all this was gonna come with it

I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
I just wanted to be recognized (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition

I just want to be recognized
Make my momma smile
Make my grand momma proud (grandma)
Now I got recognition
Same people doubted see me on television (TV)
Pocket watching on a nigga cheque
Recognize a nigga rolex
Seventeen years old nigga kicking doors couldn't even vote yet
Meditation of the mind was the greatest thing that a nigga found
They recognize a nigga sound
And we didn't let the world down
Started with a brick turned it to a foundation (foundation)
Turn the foundation to an empire
I'm the founder of Yung Rich Nation (Yung Rich Nation)
And I still get recognized by my old patients
With a snaggered tooth smile he said he happy that I made it

I just wanted to be recognized
I just wanted to be recognized
I just wanted to be recognized
I just wanted to be recognized
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
I just wanted to be recognized (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition

If I got the feeling that I weren't recognized
I know I'd still be recognized in momma's eyes
I'm in the trench coat for the skies
I keep the forty-five on my waistline
Shoot your block down with the Glock like a alpine
F*ck it shoot the club up call me shine
These Balmains no Calvin Kleins
Flood my neck with that gold like Busta Rhymes
That Migos on the billboard
Worldwide we recognized
A lot of these niggas wanna be recognized
But these accounts jammed up not gonna do the time
I know some niggas they got acquitted
And they didn't want tell and get crucified
I'm smoking on OG it ease my mind
Need some Visine 'cause I got the red eyes
Ain't thinking bout a bitch I'm getting money
'Cause these bitches come and go like red eyes
Now I'm recognized taking trips in my lamb I own it no enterprise
Looking at niggas can't be mad at niggas
'Cause nigga just want to be recognized

I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
I just wanted to be recognized (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (all set)

Momma said recognize God
I recognized then my momma had pain in her eyes (pain)
So I walked through the shadow, the valley of death
I'm addicted to drank and I can't even help it
(Lean, lean, drank, drank)
Pussy nigga taking selfies
Ask me for money I told that nigga
No he go round the hood saying I'm selfish (huh?)
That's the reason that I left him
Your momma keep calling say help
She didn't recognized you was a failure
I wanted to be recognized
Went to the mall and bought me a 10
And told the school it caught me five
My OG taught me to be wise
Thanking the Lord 'cause I'm recognized
Vh1 you can go see it live
Now you see me shining now you want to ride (skrrr)
They finally recognized
They copy the way we rhyme

I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
I just wanted to be recognized oh
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition (recognition, recognition)
I just wanted to be recognized (recognition, recognition)
Now I'm having recognition
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Grant Andrew Decouto, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Yung Rich Nation is the debut studio album by American hip hop group Migos. It was released on July 31, 2015, by Quality Control Music, 300 Entertainment and Atlantic Records.

The album features guest appearances from Chris Brown and Young Thug, while the production was handled by Zaytoven, Honorable C.N.O.T.E. and Murda Beatz, among others.
Performed By: Migos
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Deko, DJ Durel, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Murda Beatz, OG Parker, Zaytoven
Length: 56:30
Released: July 31st, 2015
Year: 2015

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