Из альбома: No Label II
Migos, Metro
I mean all I ever wanted to be
Y'all know what we wanted to be
Rich!
All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala
Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces
Walk around with large amounts of guala on me, cash
I'm walking around with a pocket, don't walk on me alone
Bought my first Audi with the fish scale guts
Now I got the bitches, they wanna fuck, they wanna cuddle up
When it come to the Benzo not too tired to twist the handle
Everything gets dark, whatever you need, just ask
I'm selling that kush to Asher, real money, got a whole big of Ashley
Molly taller than mountains, sip a lean like a damn with a fountain
She so bad, gave me erection or whatever you call it
Bitch, my team been balling, catch you later, keep motherfucking calling
Woke up to a bitch this morning, got city new tat mess'
All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala
Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces
All I wanted was a hundred dollar bill
Now I'm 18, young nigga want 100 mil
Selling whole things when that ounce come bust the scene
Wanna buy a chopper, never serve a nigga where you lean
In the Benzo counting chips of poker'
Selling that dope to economists, menace to society
Top of the mounting and you under me, yeah nigga, I'm chopping and grinding
'you niggas still nickel and diming, we mix the dope and you niggas still buying it
All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala
Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces
For the route game '
I hop in the Audi, I hop in the Bentley
I'm fucking, I'm smashing that dish, man
Your wrist, nigga, with the Rollie wrist
Trapping and capping, I'm selling the bird
'my nigga so sick, got the measles
Oh, my niggas, they trapping the regal
Ounces, ounces, ounces, molly sit here as tall as a mountain
Put the molly on top of her top, she sucking and fucking, she ain't got no manners
Back to the basics, I'm counting these faces
Our pockets inflating of trapping and baiting
'I'm the mayor, matter fact I'm the president'
All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala
Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas
The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas
All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Whole lot of ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
Ounces, ounces, ounces
All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces