MotorSport (Explicit) - Migos/Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)/Cardi B

Lyrics by：Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball/Onika Maraj/Belcalis Almanzar/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

Composed by：Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball/Onika Maraj/Belcalis Almanzar/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

Quavo：

Yeah woo yeah skrrt

M-M-M-Murda

Motorsport yeah put that thing in sport

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

My fears

Gave my mama tears

Mama

Shiftin' gears

Shift

On the Nawf get serious

Serious

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

Ooh

Just so I can flex

Take the air out the mall walk in with the sacks

Take the air out your broad

Hey

Now she can't go back

E

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

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 b***h don't get near

Boujee

Criss Angel make d**e 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 d**k like a BMX

No n***a 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 p**n

Yeah Cardi B I'm back b***hes

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

Yeah

Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me

Is the same lips that be a*s kissin'

These h*es ain't what they say they are

And their p***y stink they catfishin'

Stank

Same h*es that was sendin' shots

They reachin' out like they back itchin'

Whoo

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 sport

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

B***hes 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-a*s lace fronts

Uh

You b***hes catchin' a fade shout out my n***a 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 n***a you know this p***y 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 b***hes 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

"Ayo Nick didn't you just do a hit with Gotti"

That too but my n***as send hits like Gotti

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

B***h you my son go and sit on the potty

Rrrrrr

Takeoff：

Brand new Chanels

Chanels

I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12

12

Ain't make no commitment with none of you b***hes

'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

Ice

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 sport

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

My 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

N***as not cappin' this season