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200,000 lyrics – quavo x lil uzi vert x shad da god

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[intro: quavo]
yeahh, ay!
yeah-yeahh, ay!
yeah-yeahh, ooh!

[hook: quavo]
i got more keys than alicia
these n-gg-s be talkin’ policin’
i took your hoe, then released her
i used to trap out a regal
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i thought it all was a fantasy
two hundred thousand on my wrist
lord i hope it don’t vanish
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i told my mama don’t panic
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i bought her heat with a dragon
two hundred thousand on my wrist
who thought i’d be livin’ life like this?
two hundred thousand on my wrist
you probably thought i couldn’t buy this sh-t

[verse 1: quavo]
wrist drownin’ in the water
trappin’ early tom joyner
beat the pot, george foreman
j’s go nuts, acornin’
look at me now, i’m soarin’
look at the lean, i’m pourin’
come get your ho, she annoyin’
we toss her up like a coin
tough 24 hours, geekin’ on a tower
shootin’ at you cowards
’cause my wrist two hundred thousand
if a n-gg- try to take it
i swear to god he ain’t gon’ make it
back to the bando, the basics
seein’ green numbers, the matrix
look at that boy with the ice on
catching plays jerry rice on me
i know n-gg-s that’ll get you n-gg-
if a n-gg- put the right price on it
remember the days on the northside
hit for a rack on the dice homie
now i take the mic and stand on the stage
i p-p-p-pipe on it
and if you lookin’ at me wrong
i got some n-gg-s that’s right on ’em
all these flawless stones
i bet your hoe gon’ bite on ’em
smokin’ this gas, get rid of the pain
you might think i got glaucoma
n-gg-s thinking that i’m servin’ the chase
’cause i’m walkin’ with these rocks on me

[hook: quavo]
i got more keys than alicia
these n-gg-s be talkin’ policin’
i took your hoe, then released her
i used to trap out a regal
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i thought it all was a fantasy
two hundred thousand on my wrist
lord i hope it don’t vanish
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i told my mama don’t panic
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i bought her heat with a dragon
two hundred thousand on my wrist
who thought i’d be livin’ life like this?
two hundred thousand on my wrist
you probably thought i couldn’t buy this sh-t

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
white diamonds on my neck
white diamonds on my fist
i just got a white b-tch
and she whippin’ up the brick
in the trap my car, yeah it got that motor
i do not want that lil b-tch
if that b-tch is really not on mind, deep throat
ayy, told that b-tch eat out my oldest
she stick that d-ck en la boc’
i just be pitchin’ her raf like i’m floatin
mixin’ the lean with cream soda
young n-gg- but my money gettin’ older
look at these b-tches, they tellin’ on me
run my lil’ b-tch, she like “so what?”
look at my money, that’s l-o-v-e
smokin’ that gas like a stoner
nowadays f-ckin’ my b-tches in threes
ayy, mirror, i’m watchin’ tv
ayy, nowadays i’m on tv
ayy, migo and thugger baby yeah
yeah, i just be countin’ g’s
yeah, i feel like i am so beast
i got them alicia keys
i got them alicia keys
i got them alicia keys
i got them alicia keys

[hook: quavo]
i got more keys than alicia
these n-gg-s be talkin’ policin’
i took your hoe, then released her
i used to trap out a regal
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i thought it all was a fantasy
two hundred thousand on my wrist
lord i hope it don’t vanish
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i told my mama don’t panic
two hundred thousand on my wrist
i bought her heat with a dragon
two hundred thousand on my wrist
who thought i’d be livin’ life like this?
two hundred thousand on my wrist
you probably thought i couldn’t buy this sh-t

[verse 3: shad da god]
hundred thousand on my wrist
bustin’ at you, lil b-tch
i just poured a lil drizzy drake
i just poured a lil six
i be lettin’ a bag go for blake
32 and that 6
they be feelin’ like rico
why you ain’t called me on that?
i serve you out the backdoor
n-gg- i serve you out the window
i serve you out the window
i serve you out the front door
n-gg- i serve you out the car door
laid back like ogg
200,000 on auto
carbon 15 with the b-tton on
make me put it on auto
free the goat, that’s roscoe
we gon’ still be at the top though
‘member we was on the block though
hundred rounds and a glock though
came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
stayed down all my motherf-ckin’ life, it was worth it

/ quavo x lil uzi vert x shad da god lyrics