Migos Feat. 2 Chainz – “Too Playa” Lyrics

(Intro: Quavo)
(DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys
The right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She f**k with the gang, she f**k with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean
She got little perky breasts, I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown
My ni**a got felonies, let him out right now
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs
ni**as spending fast, 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large, y’all ni**a talk too hard
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My b**ch way better than his b**ch, yeah
We too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
Woo, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Chorus: Quavo)
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
ni**a claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a ni**a like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf**kers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
sh*tting on ni**as subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

(Verse 3: Quavo)
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a ni**a, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a ni**a without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Why’d I pick up the silencer?
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 5: Offset)
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad b**ch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your b**ch, I caress
Dry down the stick ni**a, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your b**ch is a throwaway mutt