Thank tha Plug

[Chorus: Quavo]
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road (Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug (Plug)
Rollie wrapped around my wrist, I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap, I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion, gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin', gotta thank the plug (Quavo)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
The first thing the plug told me
You handlin' your business you living like Kobe
I know that you got some young soldiers
You gotta how to control 'em
I roll up the blunt and sit back and told 'em
I'ma young nigga got white in the hood like I'm Odom
The plug sit back and he laugh
You need 50 pounds of good gas
Act like a nigga can't do nothing wit 'it
I pulled out another, 'bout a whole 'nother 50
And I touch down on the North
Fuck up the city Migos and Young Dolph
I got the buns, no Tony Hawk
I'm thanking the plug for them new Giuseppe walkers

[Chorus: Quavo]
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road (Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug (Plug)
Rollie wrapped around my wrist, I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap, I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion, gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin', gotta thank the plug

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Got a 100 on the road, 50 in the air
50 in the clip, quarter milli' trip
Half OG, half cookies I don't fuck with pussies
Migos, Young Dolph that's a lot of loots
Raw sushi, drop a 40 pack off in the hood, watch that bitch go stupid
Fuck you totin' a pistol for, nigga if you ain't gon' shoot
Jump off the plane greet my plug with a high five
Young nigga dopeboy (Mobtown)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road (Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug (Plug)
Rollie wrapped around my wrist, I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap, I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion, gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin', gotta thank the plug

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Made a hundred mill' deal M, in the bando
Gotta thank the plug
Two cup full of mud
Muddy trouble while we pourin' up
U Haul full of bricks, plus a motherfucking truck load
The truck backing up in reverse mode
This bitch said Takeoff why the mud
What you mean bitch I'm on drugs
Chopping with accuracy, breaking them bricks and I'm bagging it
All of these pints look like I'm sponsored by Actavis
Empty any clips for my enemies
Ashin' on my Christian Louboutins
Two Bentley's pull up me and Dolph in South Memphis
We trappin' in vintage Givenchy

[Chorus: Quavo]
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road (Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug (Plug)
Rollie wrapped around my wrist, I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap, I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion, gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin', gotta thank the plug