Quavo & Takeoff – Nothing Changed Lyrics

Quavo & Takeoff – Nothing Changed Lyrics
Nothing Changed
Quavo & Takeoff
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    "Nothing Changed." - Quavo & Takeoff

    Album: Only Built For Infinity Links
    Track No: 13
    Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it (Yeah, yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Don't nothing change but the chains
    We on your head like a bang (Bang)
    All double R's, no Range (Range)
    Big stain came with a name (Stain)
    Got all eyes on my game (Game)
    Hundred thousand, kiss the ring (Rang)
    Foreign exchange to change (Foreign)
    Foreign exchange to change (Foreign, foreign)
    Run it up, that's it (Run it up)
    M&Ms, whole tick (Whole ticket)
    Don't mind if I do it, I get it
    I love my brothers, I split it (Split it)
    Little ****, mind your business 'cause I got some guns, they hittin' (Hittin')
    Trap out the bando, just chopping the chickens and now I'm on top of the city (City)
    Designer mismatching, yeah
    The money do backflips, yeah
    I flip the mattress (Flipped it)
    I pop off my glasses, yeah
    I upped the status
    Now she looking like an actress, yeah (Woo)
    It's a big ol' bag
    Now we gonna fuck up magic (Yeah)
    And we got a hundred round mag (Shoot)
    To clear out the madness (Clear out)
    I'm the Huncho to my people
    And I cannot go out the saddest (No)
    Don't need no money counter 'cause I think my fingers count the fastest (Cash)
    No, I'm not Bruce Wayne, but I keep the fire like a dragon (Fire)
    Stacking up loose change and I turned the shit into a mansion (Mansion)
    Brought in a new plane, one phone call when we landing (Landing)
    Know where the crew came from the Nawfside of the planet (Nawfside)
    She see the new chain, she gon' jump right out of her panties (Jump out, out of her panties)
    Before the trap turned golden, I was stacking in the pantry (Stacking the pantry)
    And in Hollywood but the name, I gotta tell 'em that
    Don't nothing change but the chains (Whoa)
    We on your head like a bang (Bang)
    All double R's, no Range (Range)
    Big stain came with a name (Stain)
    Got all eyes on my game (Game)
    Hundred thousand, kiss the rang (Rang)
    Foreign exchange to change (Foreign)
    Foreign exchange to change (Foreign, foreign)
    Foreign exchange the chains (Chains)
    Fame came with the change (Fame)
    You get a stripe for a stain (Stripe)
    You 'bout to crash out your lane (Skrrt)
    The umbrella outta the Rolls Royce Cullinan
    Know it came with the rain (Cullinan)
    No letterman, I've been a veteran
    **** do anything for a name (Anything)
    When you start getting a little change
    Watch how your partners and everything change (Change)
    And when you step foot in that field
    Make sure your strapped and make sure you got aim
    My ****, they shooting to live
    I see some ****, they shooting for fame (Nah)
    They don't know that this shit real
    That's how you ended up getting blown out ya brains (Brrtt)
    The money, the cars, the chains, the fame
    I'd give up everything (Why?)
    To see my grandma, just to see my kinpica
    The drug inhale all the pain (No cap)
    I get you knocked off of Earth
    You play with my body, you play with my name (Play with it)
    I wet him up like he surf
    If he looking strange, I pop at his brain (Don't play with me)
    I'm rocking a watch with no diamonds in it
    It cost me a ticket, it's plain
    I put baguettes in a Patek, what time is it?
    And it cost me a Rolls, insane (Rolls)
    I don't post pics with sticks and shit
    That's how them boys get framed (Fool)
    I been the same since a jit, lil bitch
    When they see me, they say
    Don't nothing change but the chains (Takeoff)
    We on your head like a bang (Bang)
    All double R's, no Range (Range)
    Big stain came with a name (Stain)
    Got all eyes on my game (Game)
    Hundred thousand, kiss the rang (Rang)
    Foreign exchange to change (Foreign)
    Foreign exchange to change (Foreign, foreign)
    Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it, rock with it

    Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kirshnick Ball, Daryl McPherson & Marcel Korkutata.

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