Takeoff - QC Addiction lyrics

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Takeoff - QC Addiction lyrics

[Hook : Skippa Da Flippa] QC the label, and we independent Got some young n***as still kickin' doors and some of my n***as convicted Money, money, power, respect, I guess I'm addicted Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted [Verse 1 : Quavo] Quavo! Whoa, Addicted to the money, man Ugh! Touch down on the plug for a hundred bands Make the work flip like its gymnastics Cartwheel or a handstand They calling my spatula acrobat I'm turning a brick to a platinum plaque You put too much dope on that fishscale My pockets is deeper than water wells Plug on the border, got ships on the water They stuffing the bricks in Beluga Whales Young n***a just Giuseppe walkin' House in Miami I'm kicking sh** with the Dolphins You hard on the web call him Peter Parker Stuffed crust smoking Nikki Parker (Gas) Gone! [Hook : Skippa Da Flippa] QC the label, and we independent Got some young n***as still kickin' doors, and some of my n***as convicted Money, money, power, respect, I guess I'm addicted Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted [Verse 2 : Skippa Da Flippa] Money on the table QC been the label Not telling no fables Ten times ten like a n***a in school doing time tables Trappin, got flavors Bando no cable (bando no cable?) Travelling country to country Skipping a stable, I'm whippin Mrs. Mabel Whip the beat go cop the spyder ?? Velvet snyder Hit my brother Duke, thats my L.A. Dodger f** you impostors, check your posture We don't rock with coppers, free west and ? [Hook : Skippa Da Flippa] QC the label, and we independent Got some young n***as still kickin' doors, and some of my n***as convicted Money, money, power, respect, I guess I'm addicted Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted [Verse 3 : Takeoff] QC the label Money we makin, without a major Ain't signing a contract and selling my soul Cuz everything glitter ain't gold (it ain't) Double D told me dont fold The water so cold your partner gon' turn to a four Dont trap on the block if you dont belong Straps in my jeans but I ain't talkin' Girbauds Box of c**aine on a tractor trailer Sippin on Activis call me the activator Terminate you like the Terminator We at the top of the mountain no elevator Money, pounds, and ammunition Me, Flip, and LongWay in the kitchen The labels they made us ridiculous Cuz QC we independent [Hook : Skippa Da Flippa] QC the label, and we independent Got some young n***as still kickin' doors, and some of my n***as convicted Money, money, power, respect, I guess I'm addicted Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted [Verse 4 : MPA Duke] Solid Foundation QC the label On the rotation Keep god in your prayers Just a millionaire in that sports coupe you lookin at Gadgets on the Aston stoppin traffic I'm a space cadet Came from nothin, took a lot of sh** Die by my respect Ammunition, we got plenty FNn's, Ak's and fifties Baby chopper, clip longer than a toddler I never been a lame, never had a b**h called me Rodger [Hook : Skippa Da Flippa] QC the label, and we independent Got some young n***as still kickin' doors, and some of my n***as convicted Money, money, power, respect, I guess I'm addicted Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted [Verse 5 : Offset] Yes I'm Addicted to Benjamins Gator, my loafers Amphibians Young n***a, I'm rich, I got MnMs Ain't making no noise, I ain't heard of him Your b**h wanna f** cuz she see the diamonds Stevie wonder, my VV's, I know they blinding Hundred chains on my neck look like Busta Rhymes I got out of jail to a goldmine For you n***as that bustin my choppa gon bust And gon hit em, gon flip em, gon make a concussion Offset a Migo, my plug is amigo He sendin me kilos, I f** with Carlito The pounds, them ounces, them grams I'm selling the molly santan? Brokanese n***as I dont understand Karate chop a brick like I'm in Japan Wrappin a brick in Saran

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