Quavo - Lambo Doors lyrics

[Hook x2] Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before Top floor in condos, pull up wearin' red rose gold Pourin' lean by the 4, bad b**hes at my show Turn up, turn up, turn up every time you see the Migos [Verse 1: Quavo] Yeah, Lambo doors, top floor condo Wearin' red rose gold, f**in' foreign hoes Every time you see me, them Feds lookin' where I go Gotta keep my hand clean, keep a lawyer on my phone And you know the trap, it be boomin' all night long And you know it, like Michael Jordan, 23, I'm in my zone I might go cop official True Religion so I have to take a flight to Hong Kong I'm walkin' around with the chrome, when you see the goon y'all better go home Steven Spielberg, bring your camera out VVS shinin' so turn the lights out We the youngest n***as in the street that everybody be talkin' 'bout Roll extension cords, smokin' on the mild [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Offset] I'm in the Lam, she ain't ever seen before I'm in the 'rari she ain't ever seen before Turn up when you see the Migos I got your b**h 'bout to send me her soul I'm all about the head like a pillow I got an eskimo in my earlobe Red VV's 'round my collarbone Red Actavis in my Styrofoam Black Lambo, with the bu*terfly doors Spaceship UFO, my whip ain't even in the store I'm in the kitchen water whippin' on the stove Private jet get you where you wanna go I'm in the backseat coolin' in the Rolls Shawty mad, couldn't open up the doors Young n***a try to clone out the recipe The money gettin' the best of me The baking soda is the recipe When I was broke, the baking soda rescue me I know you ain't seen it Young n***a walkin' with the Louis on the beanie Got to keep the ratchet cause a young n***a schemin' Had to pull the Lam out, shawty ain't believe me [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Quavo] Oh she bad, but I don't need her Drop my top, I got Mazi fever What's that in your long, bad blunt? I'm smokin' on Keisha What's that in your bottle? Sippin' on lean by the liter God damn Quavo, you movin' too slow, what the lean go for? We can chop it up in the bando, I ship the pack anywhere they wanna go Top floor coolin' in the condo, look out, see the ocean view Make y'all n***as watch this movie, young n***a actin' like Tom Cruise I got Louis V on my shoes, I got your mortgage in my j**els I got a Corvette in my jeans, you broke, you don't know what that means I'm just a young n***a gettin' trap money, invest it into the rap money Back then, shawty you were actin' funny, I'ma still smash, you ain't gettin' nothin' [Hook x2]