Story I Tell - Migos

Dope on the scale, man you never seen it

Hundred band juug, no you never hit it

You never been down the road to riches

This the story I tell so you pay attention

Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it

So I take the pot and fucking beat it

You never been down the road to riches

Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it

Trap money, me and my dogs spend it

Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it

Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it

When we dropped Versace, then y’all did it

They hate that we came from the Northside

Then linked in the city, got mob ties

They hate that we came in with plenty jewels

Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school

Remember the days with the pocket rockets

Turned the bando to a fucking hot pocket

It’s a million dollars in the corner pocket

I just share the rock like I’m John Stockton

African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets

My niggas they got 'stendos on their guns, they go up out it

Ain’t no need to talk about it

Megaton trucks, it don’t weigh enough

Had to take out the plug, he was switching up

You mad cause your label do finger fucks

QC the label got mega bucks

Gas off in the back of the spinner bus

Say that you trapping, really you got touch and bust

This is the life of the Hefty bags

You know that them ounces don’t weigh enough

I came a long way from dropping the fishes

Finessing the plug for his riches

Wake up in the morning, I go grab the spatula

Walk in the kitchen and whip me a chicken

Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a Bentley

Blue Benjamins that can pay your tuition

Lupe said that Activis been discontinued

Double cup, a nigga still be sipping

Got a plug out in Mississippi

Wrap it up, ship it to Finland

I trap out the bando, don’t trap out the trap house

And whatever you with, we with it

Came a long way from that midget

Money taller than a midget

I keep the mac like a midget

Mama we made us a milli, we did it

Fuck the negativity, fuck the critics

They hate that that money start coming

And I be too fresh, I call it double mints

I was on the block, you was on punishment

Giuseppe stepping, and my diamonds they compliments

QC my label, and that’s my establishment

Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark Kent

Me and my niggas spread the butter, margarine

Marvin the Martian, got Raris, I cut off the engines

Now park it

You can catch a bullet in your carcass

100 band juug, and you wasn’t a part

I took the plug off and we had a departure

You telling a story bout me, I’m the author

These bitches be choosing, they digging my posture

Whipping babies, I’m not talking bout toddlers

Similac in on these baby bottles

Little babies get stepped on they call me stepfather