Why Not Lyrics
Ooh
Soo
Whoa
Migo
Uh
Whoo
Go
Get money (Go), why not? (Cash)
I sell a brick on your block (Brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) (Sweet)
I f*ck your b*tch in your spot (Woah)
Young n*gga run around too hot
Young n*gga burnt out, burnt out (Burnt)
12 pulling up so we burnt out (Skkrt)
Sweet lil' b*tch, now she turnt out
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 n*gga (stomped)
Everybody talking that cap (whoo), til a n*gga get papped (whoo), I know a n*gga lyin’ (uh)
N*gga ain’t flexing, n*gga I’m outside, n*gga your b*tch just pressin’ (b*tch)
When I bought the presi, I put the big boy nuggets in the big boy necklace (soo, soo, soo)
Look at my section (section), nun’ but them playa’s, it’s a big boy blessing (playa’s)
Freak sum little b*tch sexy (sexy), she don’t go yet, she ready (she ready)
I drive the coupe like Andretti's, n*gga gon’ spin, gon’ spray no confetti (spin)
The bankroll way too heavy, walk with a Wap, with a Wap, no Fetty (walk)
Handing out a gifts like Oprah, he gets some P’s and she gets a Birkin (you get a Birkin)
Turn me a f*ck n*gga 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)
Flipping them bands, the one that we working (Bands)
Built her from scratch, and now she too perfect (scratch)
Whoa what was that (whoa)
All these b*tches ass fat (fat)
And they n*ked and they bad (bad)
For that p*ssy, it’s a tax
Oh no no, goin out sad (no)
I just ordered up a bag (no, no)
Sellin’ drip (drip), f*ck a swag (drip)
I put diamonds on my glass (glass)
Get money (Go), why not?
I sell a brick on your block (Brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet)
I f*ck your b*tch in your spot (Woah)
Young n*gga run around too hot
Young n*gga burnt out, burnt out (Burnt)
12 pulling up so we burnt out (Skkrt)
Sweet lil' b*tch, now she turnt out
Free them n*ggas I’ma still sending green dots (free)
F*ck all the ops, they get red dots (f*ck em’)
No need to buy
That’s a waste of money on the vest, cause my n*gga takin’ headshots
I’m in the skies
F*ck 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)
N*ggas be hoe’s (hoes)
Call him baby boy, cause he got put in a headlock (ha)
Breaking that bowl (whippin’)
Got head from your thot and a red dot (damn)
Brand new strap, they dead stock
Talk to a b*tch like Red Fox (b*tch)
I spent a two on a factory watch
Thought a n*gga with no money said somethin'
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)
Maybach, why not, these n*ggas cap, lemme find out (cap)
Young n*ggas ready to wild out (spend)
They get too much money, timeout (hold on)
Get money (Go), why not? (Get It)
I sell a brick on your block (Brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now (sweet) (P*ssy)
I f*ck your b*tch in your spot (Woah)
Young n*gga run around too hot (Haa haa)
Young n*gga burnt out, burnt out (Burnt)
12 pulling up so we burnt out (Skkrt)
Sweet lil' b*tch, now she turnt out (Send it)
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 d*ck
Crocodile Prada, this belt cost a fit (Crocodile)
He got a bag out his stomach, the shit (euh)
He a f*ck n*gga, f*ck on his bitch (f*ck n*gga)
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 n*ggas sweet, that n*gga pie (he sweet)
He seen a demon, just look in his eyes (demons)
Like my demeanor, she f*ckin’ right now (right now)
I let it ring and they duckin’ right now (right now)
Dropped outta school, turned to a criminal
F*ck 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
Get money, why not
I’ll sell a brick on your block (Brick)
You think shit sweet, but you know now
I’ll f*ck your b*tch in your spot (woah)
Young n*gga runnin’ around too hot
Young n*gga burnt out burnt out (burnt)
12 pullin’ up so we burned out (skrrt)
Sweet lil’ b*tch, now she turnt out (soo)
Song Details
Singer : Migos
Album : Culture III
Lyrics : Quavo, Takeoff, Offset
Music : DJ Durel
Culture III (Tracklist)
1. Avalanche
2. Having Our Way
3. Straightenin
4. Type Shit
5. Malibu
6. Birthday
7. Modern Day
8. Vaccine
9. Picasso
10. Roadrunner
11. What You See
12. Jane
13. Antisocial
14. Why Not
15. Mahomes
16. Handle My Business
17. Time for Me
18. Light It Up
19. Need It
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