[Intro: Quavo]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh, Migos

[Chorus: Quavo]
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count up them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch pants
I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late to the game got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My niggas pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain't having clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I'm in my bag, Tortitos
When I pull up it's the Migos
Please tell your girl keep her knees close
Cuz' we shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three)
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