Migos – Fight Night Lyrics

(Intro – Takeoff)
If you know me know this ain’t my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain’t gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andale
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

(Interlude)
Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich ni**as at, man?
YRN s**t, man
MIGO!

(Chorus – Takeoff)
Broke ni**as stand to the left
My rich ni**as stand to the right
Lil’ mama, she keep looking at me lil mama!
I’ma knock the pu**y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I’ma knock the pu**y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I’ma knock the pu**y out like fight night

(Verse 1 – Takeoff)
If you know me know this ain’t my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain’t gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andale
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate
It’s a truckload coming on the interstate
Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate
Your main bi**h say she wanna make a sex tape
Rich ni**a, I could never be a broke ni**a, rich ni**a
Broke ni**as I can never get along with them!
Always been hated since a little ni**a always
It’s forever pu**y ni**a gotta deal with it, rich ni**a!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Quavo)
Float like a butterly, sting like a bee
Rumble young ni**a rumble!
Lil mama want a ni**a like me in the sheets
Ice Cube knock it out like Deebo
Now who’s that talking that gangsta s**t?
Somebody gonna kick your ass
When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm
Let them know that this a whole lot of cash
Rich ni**as on the right all night,rich ni**a
Broke ni**as to the left by yourself, brokanese
Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire?
Call 911 like Wyclef

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Offset)
I’m a rich ni**a, I don’t like a bi**h ni**a
Snitch ni**a, broke ni**a, I don’t deal with you
All of my ni**as, official, my b**ches they skrippers
My ni**as they criminals trying to get to the M&Ms
If your bi**h is so innocent, why she s**king my children
Lights, camera, action, diamond dancing bi**h we go in the building
Bad b**ch make it clap, like Magnolia
Young rich ni**a on the couch talking to Oprah
Bottles in the VIP while I stand on the sofa
I don’t speak your language, Brokanese, I thought I told ya
These bi**hes they be smoking on hookah, my ni**a balling like Hoosiers
Pull up in the Double R, go scare ya bi**h, Freddy Krueger
Flooded Franck Muller

(Repeat Chorus)