Motor Sport Lyrics - Migos

[Quavo:] 

Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt 

M-M-M-Murda 

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) 

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) 

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) 

Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) 

Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) 

Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) 

Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) 

Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) 

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Face all your fears, then get at me 

Hit so many donuts on them backstreets 

Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) 

Feel like I can fly, yeah 

Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick 

Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex 

Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks 

Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back 

Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick 

Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex 

Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks 

Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) 

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[Offset:] 

Offset! 

Uh, the coupe came imported (hey) 

This season's Off-White come in snorted (white) 

Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo) 

No human being, I'm immortal (no) 

Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) 

Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks) 

My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine) 

And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy) 

Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew) 

Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets) 

488, hit the gears (488) 

Suicide doors, Britney Spears 

I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee) 

Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà) 

Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) 

It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey) 

[Cardi B:] 

Ride the dick like a BMX 

No nigga wanna be my ex (no) 

I love when he go on tour 

'Cause he cums more, when I see him less 

I get up set off 

I turn Offset on 

I told him the other day 

Man, we should sell that porn 

Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches 

I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different 

Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me 

Is the same lips that be ass kissin' 

These hoes ain't what they say they are 

And their pussy stank, they catfishin' 

Same hoes that was sendin' shots 

They reachin' out like they back itchin' 

Why would I hop in some beef (why?) 

When I could just hop in a Porsche? 

You heard she gon' do what from who? 

That's not a reliable source, no 

So tell me, have you seen her? 

Let me wrap my weave up 

I'm the trap Selena 

¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt! 

[Quavo:] 

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) 

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) 

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) 

Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) 

[Nicki Minaj:] 

Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth 

Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth 

You see them stats, you know what I am about 

I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout 

Attention, I'ma need you to face front 

You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt 

Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts 

My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh) 

You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie 

All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi 

I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy 

Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy 

This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though 

I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though 

I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho 

Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow 

I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party 

If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi 

Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty 

I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti 

"Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" 

That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti 

It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi 

Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) 

[Takeoff:] 

Brand new Chanels (Chanels) 

I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12) 

Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 

'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh) 

If Nicki should show me her titty 

Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear) 

If I get to play with that kitty 

I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums) 

Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) 

Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah) 

My chest bad, give me chills 

And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice) 

Not the watch, but the price on the ice 

If you don't know what that is (huh) 

Motorsport, motorville 

Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr) 

[Quavo:] 

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) 

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) 

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) 

Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) 

Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) 

Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) 

Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) 

Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) 

Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma) 

Take away pain, ain't easy (pain) 

That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire) 

Niggas not cappin' this season