Migos – Payola Lyrics

Migos – Payola Lyrics
Payola
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    "Payola." - Migos

    Album: No Label II
    Track No: 18
    Migos
    You might call it Monifa
    But I call it payola (I got it)
    I'm getting that guacamole
    Migos
    Yola, payola, payola, payola
    All I ever need in my life, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola, broccoli, payola, broccoli
    Yola, payola, payola, payola
    All I ever need in my life, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola, payola
    Yola (Yola), broccoli, payola
    Trapping off of Motorolas
    The plug, he in Minnesota
    I got the flavors, Willy Wonka
    Gotta make sure that your ticket is golden
    I told my mama, "Don't worry
    We gon' take off any moment"
    Remember me kickin' in doors and giving you jewelry
    From where it was stolen?
    Now it's Maserati splashin' sideways
    Never been scared to get paid
    Throwing money on the highway (Money)
    Not the Carlito, the Migos Way
    Dinosaur, alligator, komodo dragon or Giuseppe toes
    Andale come with my Payola
    Don't make me jump off the top rope
    Yola, payola, payola, payola
    All I ever need in my life, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola
    Broccoli, payola, broccoli
    All I ever need is a stove and a bando
    Thirty minutes, make a milli, Alejandro
    I be playing with them bowls, but no banjo
    We don't sugar coat, AK split your cantaloupe
    Adam Sandler, I control my hoes with no remote
    Quality control in every magazine article
    You thinking about robbing me?
    Better off shooting yourself, Plaxico
    No scientist, for you snakes, I got the antidote
    Yola, payola, payola, payola
    All I ever need in my life, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola
    Broccoli, payola, broccoli
    Broccoli, broccoli
    Young Offset on top of you **** like I'm an apostrophe
    No Monopoly
    I'm sticking these ****, don't make me take yo mama property
    You **** is pussy, acting like a diva
    Got the 40 on my hip like a beeper
    You don't want problems with the grim reaper
    When it come to money, **** get evil
    I'm not gon' let up like I'm DG Yola
    Double seals from Minnesota
    Guiseppes and now they walking on komodos
    No vending machine, but I'm selling that coca
    Yola, payola, yola, payola
    The feds, they ran in my trap
    But they didn't find the bricks 'cause they was in the sofa
    Yola, payola, payola, payola
    All I ever need in my life, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola, payola
    Yola (Yola), payola
    Broccoli, payola, broccoli

    Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.

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