Motor Sport lyrics by Migos Ft Cardi B & Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Quavo]

Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports
(skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork
(pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork,
yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
(court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like
the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take
the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama
tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get
serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can
flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the
sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now
she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I
can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in
with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo,
woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me
(grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted
(white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter
(margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets
(ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near
(boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears
(skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)


[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him
less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports
(skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork
(pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork,
yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
(court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like
the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take
the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama
tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get
serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should
watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to
mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am
about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a
laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them
fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace
fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my
nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get
hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like
Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this
pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you
can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’
and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it
slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose
leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a courdi a