ฟังเพลงWhy Not (Explicit)

Why Not (Explicit) - Migos

Lyrics by：Daryl McPherson/Jerel Nance/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/Quavious Keyate Marshall

Composed by：Daryl McPherson/Jerel Nance/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Kirsnick Khari Ball/Quavious Keyate Marshall

Quavo：

Ooh

Whoa

Go

Get money

Go

Why not

Cash

I sell a brick on your block

Brick

You think s**t sweet but you know now

Sweet

I f**k your b***h in your spot

Woah

Young n***a run around too hot

Young n***a burnt out burnt out

Burnt

12 pulling up so we burnt out

Skkrt

Sweet lil' b***h now she turnt out

Remember that time that lil' great lil' Audi with the rubberband tires

Remember that time in the bando in the house with the boards on the sides

Uhh

Ain't even have no fire gettin' beat gettin' stomped 'til' a n***a

Stomped

Everybody talking that cap

Whoo

'Til a n***a get papped

Whoo

I know a n***a lyin'

Uh

N***a ain't flexing n***a I'm outside n***a your b***h just pressin'

B***h

When I bought the presi I put the big boy nuggets in the big boy necklace

Look at my section

Section

Nun' but them playa's it's a big boy blessing

Playa's

Freak sum little b***h sexy

Sexy

She don't go yet she ready

She ready

I drive the coupe like Andretti's n***a gon' spin gon' spray no confetti

Spin

The bankroll way too heavy walk with a Wap with a Wap no Fetty

Walk

Handing out a gifts like Oprah he gets some P's and she gets a Birkin

You get a Birkin

Turn me a f**k n***a over

Washing my hands with bleach and detergent

Go

Washing my hands with bleach and detergent

Whoo

In the Maybach with the new curtains

Curtains

Flipping them bands the one that we working

Bands

Built her from scratch and now she too perfect

Scratch

Whoa what was that

Whoa

All these b***hes a*s fat

Fat

And they naked and they bad

Bad

For that p***y it's a tax

Oh no no goin out sad

No

I just ordered up a bag

No no

Sellin' drip

Drip

F**k a swag

Drip

I put diamonds on my glass

Glass

Get money

Go

Why not

I sell a brick on your block

Brick

You think s**t sweet but you know now

Sweet

I f**k your b***h in your spot

Woah

Young n***a run around too hot

Young n***a burnt out burnt out

Burnt

12 pulling up so we burnt out

Skkrt

Sweet lil' b***h now she turnt out

Takeoff：

Free them n***as I'ma still sending green dots

Free

F**k all the ops they get red dots

F**k 'em

No need to buy

That's a waste of money on the vest cause my n***a takin' headshots

I'm in the skies

F**k a coolant on the stick 'cause the shells hot

I got the vibes

Vibes

Know I got d**gs they call me the med doc

Takeoff

N***as be h*e's

H*es

Call him baby boy cause he got put in a headlock

Ha

Breaking that bowl

Whippin'

Got head from your thot and a red dot

D**n

Brand new strap they dead stock

Talk to a b***h like Red Fox

B***h

I spent a two on a factory watch

Thought a n***a with no money said somethin'

I'm high and they pray on my downfall

I'm geeking I'm staring at walls

Forgot I had mixed the Perky with the Adderall

Got the soda for me and Chris Paul

Clean drank

Maybach why not these n***as cap lemme find out

Cap

Young n***as ready to wild out

Spend

They get too much money timeout

Hold on

Quavo/Takeoff：

Get money

Go

Why not

Get It

I sell a brick on your block

Brick

You think s**t sweet but you know now

P***y

I f**k your b***h in your spot

Woah

Young n***a run around too hot

Haa haa

Young n***a burnt out burnt out

Burnt

12 pulling up so we burnt out

Skkrt

Sweet lil' b***h now she turnt out

Send it

Offset：

Lick for a lick

Lick

Walk with a stick

Go

Wish they'd come up Rollie' come off his wrist

Adopting the choppa's I make them my kids

Givin' the purse and I'm givin' her d**k

Crocodile Prada this belt cost a fit

He got a bag out his stomach the s**t

Euh

He a f**k n***a f**k on his b***h

F**k n***a

When they shoot when they aim they don't miss

Fire hot

We on the boat with the thots fire

Thots

Ice in the blick then somebody gon' cry

Blicks

Lift up my wrist put the sun in the sky

That n***as sweet that n***a pie

He sweet

He seen a demon just look in his eyes

Demons

Like my demeanor she f**kin' right now

Right now

I let it ring and they duckin' right now

Right now

Dropped outta school turned to a criminal

F**k all the rules run up the regiment

7-6-2 played and I'm sendin' 'em

Sendin' 'em

50 a drum I call it cinnamon

50

Steppin'

Hey

For the name in the game what you reppin'

What gang

Gotta' move in the street with a weapon

Put the guettes' on the face of the bezel

Guettes'

Drop the pin we'll spin on whoever

Quavo：

Get money why not

I'll sell a brick on your block

Brick

You think s**t sweet but you know now

I'll f**k your b***h in your spot

Woah

Young n***a runnin' around too hot

Young n***a burnt out burnt out

Burnt

12 pullin' up so we burned out

Skrrt

Sweet lil' b***h now she turnt out

Soo