[Lyrics] Migos – Lambo Doors Lyrics

Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Yeah, Lambo doors, top floor condo
Wearin’ red rose gold, fuckin’ 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 niggas in the street
That everybody be talkin’ ’bout
Roll extension cords, smokin’ on the mild
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
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 bitch ’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 butterfly 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 nigga 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 nigga walkin’ with the
Louis on the beanie
Got to keep the ratchet cause
A young nigga schemin’
Had to pull the Lam out
Shawty ain’t believe me
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
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 niggas watch this movie
Young nigga actin’ like Tom Cruise
I got Louis V on my shoes
I got your mortgage in my jewels
I got a Corvette in my jeans, you broke
You don’t know what that means
I’m just a young nigga 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’
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin’ red rose gold
Pourin’ lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn up
Turn up every time you see the Migos