Quavo – 200 000 Lyrics

200 000

Quavo

Lyrics copied!

"200 000." - Quavo

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 12:33 pm

Album: ATL

Track No: 01

Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Wheezy Beats
I got more Keys than Alicia (Keys)
These **** be talkin', policin' (12)
I took your ho, then released her (Ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (Uh)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Hunnid)
I thought it all was a fantasy (Aye)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
Lord, I hope it don't vanish (God)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
I told my mama don't panic (Mama)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
Who thought I would be livin' life like this?
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit
Wrist drownin' in the water
Trappin' early Tom Joyner
Beat the pot, George Foreman (Beat it up)
J's go nuts, acornin'
Look at me now, I'm soarin'
Look at the lean I'm pourin'
Come get your ho, she annoyin'
We toss her up like a coin
24 hours, geekin' on a tower
Shootin' at you cowards 'cause my wrist two hunnid thousand
If a **** try to take it
I swear to god he ain't gon' make it
Back to the bando, the basics
Seein' green numbers, The Matrix
Look at that boy with the ice on
Catching plays, Jerry Rice on me
I know **** that'll get you, ****
If a **** put the right price on it
Remember the days on the northside
Hit for a rack on the dice, homie
Now I take the mic and stand on the stage
I p-p-p-p-p-p-pipe on it
And if you lookin' at me wrong
I got some **** that's right on 'em
All of these flawless stones
I bet your ho gon' bite on 'em
Smokin' this gas get rid of the pain
You might think I got Glaucoma
**** might think I'm servin' the J's
'Cause I'm walkin' with these rocks on me
I got more Keys than Alicia (Keys)
These **** be talkin', policin' (12)
I took your ho, then released her (Ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (Uh)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Hunnid)
I thought it all was a fantasy (Aye)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
Lord, I hope it don't vanish (God)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
I told my mama don't panic (Mama)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
Who thought I would be livin' life like this?
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit
White diamonds on my neck
White diamonds on my fist
I just got a white bitch
And she whippin' up the brick
In the trap my car, yeah, it got that motor
I do not want that lil' bitch
If that bitch is really not on mind, deep throat
Aye, told that bitch eat out my oldest, aye
Yeah, she stick that dick en la boc'
Yeah, I just be pitchin' her Raf like I'm floatin', aye, yeah
Mixin' the lean with cream soda, yeah
Young **** but my money gettin' older, aye
Look at these bitches, they tellin' on me
But my lil' bitch, she like "So what?"
Look at my money, that's L-O-V-E
Smokin' that gas like a stoner
Nowadays fuckin' my bitches in threes
Aye, 'member I'm watchin' TV
Aye, nowadays I'm on TV
Aye, Migo and Thugger, baby, yeah
Yeah, I just be countin' these G's
Yeah, I feel like I am Swizz Beatz
I got them Alicia Keys, aye
I got them Alicia Keys, aye
I got them Alicia Keys, aye
I got them Alicia Keys, aye
I got more Keys than Alicia (Keys)
These **** be talkin', policin' (12)
I took your ho, then released her (Ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (Uh)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Hunnid)
I thought it all was a fantasy (Aye)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
Lord, I hope it don't vanish (God)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
I told my mama don't panic (Mama)
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
Who thought I would be livin' life like this?
Two hunnid thousand on my wrist (Two hunnid)
You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit
Hunnid thousand on my wrist
Bustin' at you, lil' bitch
I just poured a lil' Drizzy Drake
I just poured a lil' six (That mud)
I be lettin' a bag go for Blake
32 and that 6 (Blake Griffin)
They be feelin' like Rico
Why you ain't called me on that?
I serve you out the backdoor
****, I serve you out the window
I serve you out the window
I serve you out the front door
****, I serve you out the car door
I serve you out the car door
Maybach like OGG
200,000 on auto
Carbon 15 with the button on
Make me put it on auto (Spray it)
Free the GOAT, that's Roscoe
We gon' still be at the top though
'Member we was on the block though
Hunnid rounds and a Glock though
Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
Stayed down all my motherfuckin' life, it was worth it

Writer(s): Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert, Shad Da God, Wheezy.

All lyrical content displayed on this website is the intellectual property of its respective copyright holders. No ownership is implied, and no copyright infringement is intended.