Body (feat. Migos)

S to the p
Ayy, ayy
Don Corleone
Migos and Sean Paul in the building
Mally Mall
And you know we smoke blunts straight to the face
Migos
Everybody's saying up, up and away

My girl, 'cause the body you got is worth more than about a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body you got is worth more than about a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl

Offset!
She's gorgeous, I'ma pay her mortgage (gorgeous, mortgage)
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin you can’t afford it (Louboutin)
Take you on a trip 'cause I know that your dude's boring (boring)
Christian Dior scraping on the floor when we boarding (we boarding)
Her booty rolls and she goes slow motion, I stroke it (whoa)
There's something 'bout you, you know you’re special, you golden (special)
Smoking gas like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (gas)
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (ayy)
Come ride with a G, fly like a feather (ride)
Hit it from the back, I'm bustin' like Berettas (nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I met her (skrrt)
Your dude kept on cheating and I know you’re fed up (whoa)
If you wanna keep your lady, better keep your bread up (cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)
Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you're just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you turn up and give me that pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you turn up and give me that pose
My girl, let me take you on an evening cruise
Tell you that you just can’t lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don’t get confused

'Cause the body you got is worth more than about a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body you got is worth more than about a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Yeah, yeah
I wanna steal ya, girl

The way that you're talking
I figured, girl, you look familiar (huh?)
Living luxury, babe
We ain't regular civilians
I'm a superhero, but once a villain wanting the millions
Got them noticing every time we're in the building (ayy)
Walking in with them Balmain, out in the Sun
And I fathered all you losers 'cause rappers, y'all my sons
Don’t care that they catchin’ you, you gonna be number one
Came from the bottom, serving crumbs
Fucking bitches, stallions

Ayy, ayy
Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (hundreds)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brrr)
She knows that I'm young but she loves my posture (ayy)
She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster (woo)
Okay, okay, okay (okay)
It's cool, girl, whatever you say (whatever you say)
She catch a body 'cause she has an AK (rah, rah, rah)
She catch a body 'cause she has an AK (pop, pop)
And she won’t sell work
She gonna ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (skrrt)
Céline bag was her dream bag (dream)
When she woke up in the morning, let her see that

Hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you turn up and give me that pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you turn up and give me that pose
My girl, let me take you on an evening cruise
Tell you that you just can’t lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don’t get confused

'Cause the body you got is worth more than about a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body you got is worth more than about a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Yeah, yeah
I wanna steal ya, girl