Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oz's, artist - Migos. Date of issue: 19.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oz's |
| I mean all I ever wanted to be |
| Y’all know what we wanted to be |
| Rich! |
| All I ever wanted was some motherfuckin' guala (money) |
| Bando used to smell like some stinkin' enchiladas |
| The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas (snoopers) |
| All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces (Ounces) |
| Ounces, Ounces, Ounces (Ounces) |
| Ounces, Ounces, Ounces (Gas) |
| Ounces, Ounces, Ounces (Uhh) |
| Whole lot of ounces (Whole lot) |
| Ounces, Ounces, Ounces (Ooh) |
| Ounces, Ounces, Ounces (Ooh) |
| All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces |
| Quavo! |
| (Quavo) |
| Walk around with large amounts of guala on me |
| I’m walking around with a pocket rocket, don’t run up on me lonely |
| Bought my first Audi with the fish scale guts |
| Now I got the bitches, wanna fuck, they wanna cuddle up |
| When I Come to the bando, knock two times then twist the handle |
| Got everything in stock, whatever you need, just ask me |
| I’m selling that kush to Asher, real money, got a whole bag of Ashley |
| Molly taller than mountains |
| Drinking lean out a damn water fountains |
| She so bad gave me erection or whatever you call it |
| Bitch, me and my team been balling |
| Got your label keep motherfucking calling |
| Woke up to a bitch this morning, got 16 new text message |
| 10 of em' saying go get to the guap, other 6 saying Migos up next |
| When I was a kid all I wanted was a hundred dollar bill |
| Now I’m 19, young nigga want 100 mil |
| Selling whole things |
| Want an ounce? |
| Can’t bust the seal |
| Wanna be a trapper? |
| Never serve a nigga where you live |
| In the Bando counting chips no poker |
| Weighing bales of Okra |
| I got lots of O’s, put my name right next to Al Capone |
| I’m a Wizard, Antwan Jamison |
| My plug ain’t Kangaroo Jack, but he Australian |
| And he got crack sacks in the knapsack |
| Critics say I’m a product of my environment |
| Selling that dope to economists |
| Menace to society |
| On the top of the mountain, you under me |
| Young nigga, I’m trapping and grinding |
| No scale for the workers, I’m eying it |
| You niggas still nickel and diming |
| Remix the dope and you niggas still buying it |
| Fuck the rap game cause these rap niggas really ain’t shit |
| I hop in the Audi, I hop in the Bentley |
| Fuck it I’m smashing that bitch |
| Young rich nigga with the Rollie wrist |
| Trapping and capping, I’m selling the bird |
| You fuck niggas really ain’t serving |
| Selling the bricks to the plug up in Berlin |
| Put the dope in the water, hit it with the egg beater |
| Sipping lean, yeah I’m good, I’m tequila |
| My neck is so sick, got the measles |
| This for my my niggas that trap in the Regal |
| Ounces, ounces, ounces, molly Santana’s tall as a mountain |
| Put the molly on top of her tonsils |
| She sucking and fucking, she ain’t got no manners |
| Back to the basics, I’m counting these faces |
| My pockets inflating off trapping and baiting |
| You niggas fugazy |
| My niggas, they strapped like the Navy |
| I’m the mayor |
| Matter fact I’m the president |
| Sipping on Actavis, like it’s my medicine |
| Throwing the bird with accuracy |
| All of you niggas is amateur |
| Pull up in Phantoms, but trap out of Challengers |