Why Not

作词 : Daryl McPherson/Jerel Nance/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/KIRSNICK KHARI BALL/Quavo

作曲 : Daryl McPherson/Jerel Nance/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/KIRSNICK KHARI BALL/Quavo

[00:00.0][Intro: Quavo]

[00:18.2]You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) (Sweet)

[00:25.5]12 pulling up so we burnt out (Skkrt)

[00:43.2]Nigga ain’t flexing, nigga I’m outside, nigga your bitch just pressin’ (bitch)

[00:50.1]Look at my section (section), nun’ but them playa’s, it’s a big boy blessing (playa’s)

[01:04.9]Handing out a gifts like Oprah, he gets some P’s and she gets a Birkin (you get a Birkin)

[01:15.1]Flipping them bands, the one that we working (Bands)

[01:32.7][Chorus: Quavo]

[01:35.8]I sell a brick on your block (Brick)

[02:03.3]Call him baby boy, cause he got put in a headlock (ha)

[02:14.4]Thought a nigga with no money said somethin'

[02:23.2]Maybach, why not, these niggas cap, lemme find out (cap)

[02:36.5]I **** your bitch in your spot (Woah)

[02:52.5]Crocodile Prada, this belt cost a fit (Crocodile)

Ooh

Whoo

Go

[Chrous: Quavo]

Get money (Go), why not? (Cash)

I sell a brick on your block (Brick)

I **** your bitch in your spot (Woah)

Young nigga run around too hot

Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (Burnt)

Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Remember that time, that lil’ great lil’ Audi with the rubberband tires

Remember that time, in the bando, in the house with the boards on the sides (uhh)

Ain't even have no fire, gettin’ beat, gettin’ stomped til’ a nigga (stomped)

Everybody talking that cap (whoo), til a nigga get papped (whoo), I know a nigga lyin’, uh

When I bought the presi, I put the big boy nuggets in the big boy necklace (soo, soo, soo)

Freak sum little bitch sexy (sexy), she don’t go yet, she ready (she ready)

I drive the coupe like Andretti's

Nigga gon’ spin, gon’ spray no confetti (spin)

The bankroll way too heavy, walk with a Wap, with a Wap, no Fetty (walk)

Turn me a **** nigga over

Washing my hands with bleach and detergent (go)

Washing my hands with bleach and detergent (whoo)

In the Maybach, with the new curtains (curtains)

Built her from scratch, and now she too perfect (scratch)

Whoa what was that (whoa)

All these bitches ass fat (fat)

And they naked and they bad (bad)

For that pussy, it’s a tax

Oh no no, goin out sad (no)

I just ordered up a bag (no, no)

Sellin’ drip (drip), **** a swag (drip)

I put diamonds on my glass (glass)

Get money (Go), why not?

You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet)

I **** your bitch in your spot (Woah)

Young nigga run around too hot

Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (Burnt)

12 pulling up so we burnt out (Skkrt)

Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

Free them niggas I’ma still sending green dots (free)

**** all the opps, they get red dots (**** em’)

No need to buy

That’s a waste of money on the vest, cause my nigga takin’ headshots

I’m in the skies

**** a coolant on the stick ‘cause the shells hot

I got the vibes (vibes)

Know I got drugs, they call me the med doc (Takeoff)

Niggas be hoe’s (hoes)

Breaking that bowl (whippin’)

Got head from your thot and a red dot (damn)

Brand new strap, they dead stock

Talk to a bitch like Red Fox (bitch)

I spent a two on a factory watch

I’m high and they pray on my downfall

I’m geeking, I’m staring at walls

Forgot I had mixed the Perky with the Adderall

Got the soda for me and Chris Paul (Clean, drank)

Young niggas ready to wild out (spend)

They get too much money, timeout (hold on)

[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]

Get money (Go), why not? (Get It)

I sell a brick on your block (Brick)

You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) (Pussy)

Young nigga run around too hot (Haa haa)

Young nigga burnt out, burnt out (Burnt)

12 pulling up so we burnt out (Skkrt)

Sweet lil' bitch, now she turnt out (Set it)

[Verse 3: Offset]

Lick for a lick (lick), walk with a stick (go)

Wish they'd come up, Rollie’ come off his wrist (whoa)

Adopting the choppa’s I make them my kids (adopting the choppa’s)

Givin’ the purse and I’m givin’ her dick

He got a bag out his stomach, the shit (euh)

He a **** nigga, **** on his bitch (**** nigga)

When they shoot when they aim they don’t miss (pa, pew)

Fire, hot

We on the boat with the thots, fire (thots)

Ice in the blick, then somebody gon’ cry (blicks)

Lift up my wrist, put the sun in the sky

That niggas sweet, that nigga pie (he sweet)

He seen a demon, just look in his eyes (demons)

Like my demeanor, she ****in’ right now (right now)

I let it ring and they duckin’ right now (right now)

Dropped outta school, turned to a criminal

**** all the rules, run up the regiment (run up the racks)

7-6-2, played and I’m sendin’ em’ (sendin’ em’)

50 a drum, I call it cinnamon (50)

Steppin’ (hey), for the name in the game, what you reppin’? (what gang?)

Gotta’ move in the street with a weapon

Put the guettes’ on the face of the bezel (guettes’)

Drop the pin, we’ll spin on whoever

[Chorus: Quavo]

Get money, why not

I’ll sell a brick on your block (Brick)

You think shit sweet, but you know now

I’ll **** your bitch in your spot (woah)

Young nigga runnin’ around too hot

Young nigga burnt out burnt out (burnt)

12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt)

Sweet lil’ bitch, now she turnt out (soo)