[Quavo] Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda [Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) [Quavo] Face all your fears, then get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) Feel like I can fly, yeah Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex Take the air out the mall, walk in with the set Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) [Offset] Offset! Uh, the coupe came imported (hey) This season's Off-White come in snorted (white) Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo) No human being, I'm immortal (no) Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks) My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine) And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy) Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew) Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets) 488, hit the gears (488) Suicide doors, Britney Spears I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee) Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà) Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey) [Cardi B] Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex (no) I love when he go on tour 'Cause he cums more, when I see him less I get up set off I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should sell that porn Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin' These hoes ain't what they say they are And their pussy stank, they catfishin' Same hoes that was sendin' shots They reachin' out like they back itchin' Why would I hop in some beef (why?) When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she gon' do what from who? That's not a reliable source, no So tell me, have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up I'm the trap Selena ¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt! [Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) [Nicki Minaj] Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know what I am about I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout Attention, I'ma need you to face front You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh) You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti? That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) [Takeoff] Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I scuffed 'em runnin' from twelve (twelve) Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh) If Nicki should show me her titty Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear) If I get to play with that kitty I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums) Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah) My chest bad, give me chills And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice) Not the watch, but the price on the ice If you don't know what that is (huh) Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr) [Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) [Quavo] Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma) Take away pain, ain't easy (pain) That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire) Niggas not cappin' this season
Yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) Face all your fears, then get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) Feel like I can fly, yeah Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks) Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) Girl, yeah, yeah I wish my grandma could see me (grandma) Take away, pain ain't easy (pain) That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire) Niggas not cappin' this season Offset The coupe came imported (hey) This season's Off-White come in snorted (white) Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo) No human being, I'm immortal (no) Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks) My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine) And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy) Soon, as I land on the Leer (whew) Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets) 488, hit the gears (488) Suicide doors, Britney Spears I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee) Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila) Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey) Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex (no) I love, when he go on tour 'Cause he cums more, when I see him less I get upset off, I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should sell that porn Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin' These hoes ain't, what they say they are And their pussy stank, they're catfishin' Same hoes, that was sendin' shots They reachin' out like their back itchin' Why would I hop in some beef (why?) When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she gon' do what from who? That's not a reliable source, no So tell me, have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up I'm the trap Selena Dame más gasolina (skrrt) Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious) Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know, what I am about I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout Attention, I'ma need you to face front You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh) You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti "Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12) Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches 'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh) If Nicki should show me her titty Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear) If I get to play with that kitty I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums) Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah) My chest bad, give me chills And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice) Not the watch, but the price on the ice If you don't know what that is (huh) Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr) Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Beca Masao actually no lmfao... I’ve heard radio stations straight up cut out Cardi B’s verse and go to Nicki’s 💀 and Cardi’s awards aren’t shit... Nicki has wayyy more awards than Cardi and has made HISTORY and STILL is... Cardi won’t ever be on Nicki’s level. Cardi will never touch the queen.
Motorsport.... ballin on the court, lit like a torch, switch grip twist it up tourq all yaul niggas dorks pick u up, mentally confused roll wit me shit gets real distort you’ll get on your porch
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?) When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she gon' do what from who? That's not a reliable source, no! CARDI DID WHAT SHE HAD TO DO. PERIODT. I can imagine Nicki’s pen 🖊 literally shaking.
Sam got kicks exactly, silly rabbit, you just validated my point. Cardi’s 40 second fire verse made Nicki do the MOST to try to outshine but failed. Cardi’s verse is critically ACCLAIMED & award winning. We are witnessing the queen of rap conquer the game.
@@becamasao8075 Nope? If you listen to the before cardi part and the original it is still 5 different flows and shit's still lit. So thats just nonsense 😂
Beca Masao Made Nicki do the most? Honey, a rapper will always do their best to shine and never pass up an opportunity by using the same flow. Cardi has used the same flow she used in Motorsport in basically half of her music! Now I love Cardi seriously, I do. But she's not the queen of rap, she's the queen of streamed music even claimed by forbes or some big popular brand company
Yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift, ) on the Nawf, get serious (serious) Face all your fears, then get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) Feel like I can fly, yeah Xans, Percy, check (yeah) Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back Xans, Percy, check (yeah) Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) The coupe came imported (hey) This season's all white, come and snort it (white) Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo) No human being, I'm immortal (no) Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks) My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine) And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy) Soon as I land on the Leer (whew) Pigets, they wet, tears ('gets) Four eighty eight, hit the gears (four eighty eight) Suicide door, Britney Spears I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee) Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila) Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey) Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex (no) I love when he go on tour 'Cause he cums more when I see him less I get upset off, I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should sell that porn Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin' These hoes ain't what they say they are And they pussy stank, they catfishin' Same hoes that was sendin' shots They reachin' out like they back itchin' Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?) When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she, gon' do what, from who? That's not a reliable source, so Tell me have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up I'm the trap Selena Dame más gasolina (skrrt) Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) Uh, yo, watch your man Then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know what I am about I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about Attention, I'ma need you to face front You don't wanna smoke wit me, this is a laced blunt Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh) You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Sak's though I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti "Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I stepped on runnin' from twelve (twelve) Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh) If Nicki she showed me her titty, right hand on the Bible I swear I won't tell (swear) If I get to play with that kitty, I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums) Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah) My chest bad, give me chills And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice) Not the watch, but the price on the ice If you don't know what that is (huh) Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr) Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift, ) on the Nawf, get serious (serious) Girl, yeah, yeah I wish my grandma could see me (grandma) Take away, pain ain't easy (pain) That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire) Niggas not cappin' this season
![[Official Instrumental] Migos & Nicki Minaj Cardi B - "MotorSport" (BEST ON YOUTUBE !)](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/8wH03OHveuo/mqdefault.jpg)
Let's take a moment to credit murda for this masterpiece
cubeatz sent murda the bells sample so ima credit them
Zen-Oh Sama zen oh sama will destroy this beat
cubeatz and murda nailed it
@@sujeen1470 with hihats claps and a simple 808? Come on man murda didn't do shit
Cubeatz too, cause they actually made the melody
This is actually better than the original 🔥🔥🔥
This is so tranquil....
[Quavo]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walk in with the set
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
[Offset]
Offset!
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
[Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they catfishin'
Same hoes that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!
[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
[Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
[Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed 'em runnin' from twelve (twelve)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[Quavo]
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin' this season
Closest to the actual song I've heard, all the other ones kinda suck tbh
x43_Frost ruclips.net/video/JIuOZxXBss8/видео.html
Softwaretutorialz trash
@@pyrenn trash
Listen to drugman by xanman that’s the best one
check out the one I just uploaded. I think mine's the closest.
im in love with this😍
Same
Gahhhdamn🔥🔥
GUYS ITS PITCHED
its REALLY close. the sample looks like u sampled it from genius. but the drums are TOO soft
Eduard Sahakyan hella weak lmao
Lmao this was uploaded before the deconstructed
This so the official sped up broo
this song is fire
yup 100% lol BTW i upload my own abraham lincoln type beats if anyone tryna rap come to my page and use any lol
@@1Richiey your beats are really good!
master yoda thank u master Yoda 🙏
let's go Migos all day and they rich💰💲💲 offset
Better than the original
... by far
@TheFrenchBoy92 Can I use this for a mixtape I'm doing?
2:46
How’d u kno 😂
THIS IS DOPE 💝☠
this is a very good one but its not official but very well made!
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin' this season
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Leer (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they're catfishin'
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like their back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know, what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
This version better than the original imo🔥🔥
HBKFredo ____ tommy
You know I am trappin so hard
Swanging down the blvd.
With my charizard.
J Manza 😂🔥
MystikGaming thank ya kindly
Lil Frastix hell yeah
im weirdo that's lit
Sounds ligit💙
The bells are baf
Hi can you make the instrumental the grandma by future
Best one
So much better than the original
Saharabeats made this
👏👏👌
Dajia Jones shivers fly doe I'm might bodyguard
@@dannyglover7368 what 💀
Cardi bodied this beat
@Thefrenchboy92 I would love to use this for a track for a mixtape. Is that ok?
1:50
Oops! Broke the replay button
actually better than the original
Put in work
for the check
Live my life just to say im set
Hit the clubs just so i can flex
hit the deck
Im at saks
And i brought a sack
That bass tho
Nice! can I use this on a highlight video?
Murda n huncho made 99% of the song fr
lurre burre cool but Cardi made it iconic
Beca Masao Nicki made it iconic
Andrew Martinez then why did radios & DJs skip her verse. Cardi won awards for hers too boo! Queen Cardi made it a hit!
Beca Masao actually no lmfao... I’ve heard radio stations straight up cut out Cardi B’s verse and go to Nicki’s 💀 and Cardi’s awards aren’t shit... Nicki has wayyy more awards than Cardi and has made HISTORY and STILL is... Cardi won’t ever be on Nicki’s level. Cardi will never touch the queen.
Why is the beat in different key?
Rotisserie chicken The goat noticed that too
I TOLD HIM THE OTHER DAY......
guys can i use this or migos will copyright me?
At least it sounds like it.
Motorsport.... ballin on the court, lit like a torch, switch grip twist it up tourq all yaul niggas dorks pick u up, mentally confused roll wit me shit gets real distort you’ll get on your porch
🔥🔥🔥
2chains said for 1k on a phone nonchalant
If you guys want the actual instrumental it's on my Channel
Boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
lawd
yo 808's are in the wrong level
i have got the original melody hit me up if u want it
Elisocray anybody
Ya aku punya blog
Bad
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no!
CARDI DID WHAT SHE HAD TO DO. PERIODT. I can imagine Nicki’s pen 🖊 literally shaking.
Lol you can't imagine Cardi's pen tho, cuz she doesnt have one
What? Nicki had 5 whole different flows😂 Fawk you mean STOOPID
Sam got kicks exactly, silly rabbit, you just validated my point. Cardi’s 40 second fire verse made Nicki do the MOST to try to outshine but failed. Cardi’s verse is critically ACCLAIMED & award winning. We are witnessing the queen of rap conquer the game.
@@becamasao8075 Nope? If you listen to the before cardi part and the original it is still 5 different flows and shit's still lit. So thats just nonsense 😂
Beca Masao Made Nicki do the most? Honey, a rapper will always do their best to shine and never pass up an opportunity by using the same flow. Cardi has used the same flow she used in Motorsport in basically half of her music! Now I love Cardi seriously, I do. But she's not the queen of rap, she's the queen of streamed music even claimed by forbes or some big popular brand company
If you like Cardi music, like
If you like Nicki music, don't
nice. check out ours we remade it too
The Artist Club the original is on a vinyl they put out. U should buy and upload
Ew
YUNG CB DID IT SO MUCH BETTER
Wrong beay
Wrong beats
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift, ) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Percy, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Percy, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's all white, come and snort it (white)
Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)
Pigets, they wet, tears ('gets)
Four eighty eight, hit the gears (four eighty eight)
Suicide door, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And they pussy stank, they catfishin'
Same hoes that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she, gon' do what, from who?
That's not a reliable source, so
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Uh, yo, watch your man
Then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't wanna smoke wit me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Sak's though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe
Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin' from twelve (twelve)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki she showed me her titty, right hand on the Bible
I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty,
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift, ) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin' this season