Migos - I Just Wanna lyrics

I just wanna wake up in the morning
Drop the top like I'm a samurai
I just wanna a hunna mill
House up on the hill sippin' out the seal
Lookin' at the sun rise
I just wanna look like I'm a champion
I just wanna plug that's a Italian
I just wanna live better than average
I just wanna
I just wanna live up in the penthouse
I just want two bitches and
They give me mouth i just wanna make it out
This motherfucking trap house i just wanna

1991 I was established
Momma told me stop trapping and capping
Boy you talented i did not listen so I
Ended up with the savages
Stuck in the county couldn't do
Nothing it was tragedy
I just wanna look like I'm the president
In the trap everyday man
I had perfect attendance
All of the re up money I
Fucked up and I spent it
When I told my momma that we gon' be rich
Nigga I meant it
I just wanna live like I'm a bachelor
Got the chef in the kitchen cooking up caviar
Doing hundred in the rari
Screaming fuck the law
Got the chopper aiming at you
With the monkey balls if I don't got the
Actavis then it's withdrawl
Got the pussy nigga missing like a sick call
I just wanna be on top and never ever fall
Up and downs in the trap like a see-saw
Trap, trapping out the gym
Without a basketball
I just want millions of dollars and
Partners that shoot you like shottas
I got two bitches they fucking and swallow
Don't love them just swap them

I just wanna be what I wanna be
Got two lambo seats in the
Old school topless T cruising like Penelope
I grew up on the westside of avenue
You can ask everyone about me
Game in a knot like a tennis shoe
What you gonna do when the feds run into you
I came from trying on clothes
In the fitting room
To locking the doors in the Bentley coupe
If my bro drop the pack
Then you know I got it
The coupe got the gadgets it's like robotics
Giuseppe Zanotti it mark my body
Young rich nigga still walking
Round with the profit
Tell you a story about one little bird
One little bird when the pecking on the curb
Did he get up, did he fly like a real bird
Over the sea with the
White like young Spielberg
30 pointer, 40 pointer
Look at the Franck Muller walk in your city
I feel like a king i am the ruler
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Who is the shooter my niggas be trap off
The calculator like computer (gone)