Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B – Motorsport (Lyric Video)

I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)

Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots

Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)

‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
My chest bad, give me chills
Motorsport, motorville
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti

This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
Niggas not cappin’ this season
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Skrrt! ¡Dame más gasolina!
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
488, hit the gears (488)
I’m the trap Selena
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
Offset!
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
[Verse 1: Quavo]

[Outro: Quavo]
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I get up set off
That’s not a reliable source, no

Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Face all your fears, then get at me
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
"Hey yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)

Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
And their pussy stank, they catfishin’
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
I scuffed ’em runnin’ from 12 (12)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Ride the dick like a BMX
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
They reachin’ out like they back itchin’
You see them stats, you know what I am about
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
Man, we should sell that porn
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)

I love when he go on tour
[Verse 2: Offset]
[Chorus: Quavo]
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
[Intro: Quavo]
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
I turn Offset on
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
If I get to play with that kitty
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Chorus: Quavo]
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi

Attention, I’ma need you to face front

Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
M-M-M-Murda
I told him the other day
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]