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[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah
Trap [?]
Migos

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I got a (What you got Qua?)
Appointment set up with your bae
I got a bitch from the Bay
I got a truck out your bay
She telling me give her a taste
I put that dick on her face
I put that dick on her face
Yeah, like mace
Pull up and I set up shop
She drinking that shit by the shots
Stunt on the block, same spot
Pull up and cannot deny
Niggas out here straight [?]
If you hanging with a group of guys
Better make sure they gon’ ride
I pull up like ¿cómo estás?
None of your traps exist, nigga
Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga
That ain’t making my dick bigger
Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
Look at your unc with that itch
Pop that, a nigga won’t twitch
[?] They gon’ say "I ain’t said that shit man"

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
30 rounds and the clip clear
Make you and the Drako french kiss
Can’t stand a dirty kitchen
Broke up with my mistress
Took the fork and I bent it
Had a Panamera on [?]
[?] and she pretty
Still a heart away like [?]
Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
I’m scraping the bowl
[?], I ain’t got kids
I gotta make it back home
One phonecall’ll get you killed
I ain’t even gotta scroll
Had apartment with no furniture
But at least I had a stove
Turned [?] to whitewater
’bout to get this splash on
Other day I walked into Gucci
Told them folks that I’m back home
Got the city on my backbone
Black on like [?]
Money calling, check the ringtone
Phil Jackson with the rings on
Yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain’t no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Tryna get demons up outta me (demons)
Turn to a beast, eat your arteries (beast)
Deceasing opponents so properly (opponent)
Unleashing the dark side what got to me (got)
We come to take this shit over (hey)
Foot on the gas, hear the motor (skrrt)
Switchin’ my thoughts, I’m bipolar (woo)
I stare in the eyes of a cobra (sss)
Say you want smoke, come get it (come on)
You wanna play dumb, I’m wit’ it (wit’ it)
I’m about to take over the city (hey)
I came with my committee, gang with it (gang)
Came for the bag and the profit (bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Nigga, you ain’t scare nobody (boo)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Searchin’ for the bag and the prize (bag)
On a mission lookin’ for them bad guys
Can’t run no play over my head, I’m real wise
Look at his eyes, wide, think he traumatized
Take me as a joke, I’ma hang ’em on the rope (rope)
‘Cause where I’m from, we don’t play like that on our side (no)
Better not freeze ’cause we know you’re gon’ choke (choke)
Talk behind my back but your shots backfired
I know you tried but you never could survive
I see the fear that’s in your eyes (eyes)
Run like Forrest, they tryna hide
They criticize in disguise (criticize)
They know I can only tell the truth (truth)
They know all you do is tell lies (lies)
I’m about to take over the city, tell me you just with it
‘Cause I know my squad gon’ ride (ride)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Bridge: Offset]
Come on, say you want smoke come get it (wit’ it)
You wanna play dumb, I’m with it (gang, gang, bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal