Motorsport chords by Migos Ft Nicki Minaj And Cardi B

START

VERSE:
Dm
Yeah, whoo, yeah, skrrt
Dm
M-M-M-Murda

CHORUS:
Dm
Motorsport, yeah,
Dm
Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Dm
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Dm
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Dm
Pull up (woo, woo),
Dm
Jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Dm
Cotton candy (drink),
Dm
My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Dm
Straight up there (where?)
Dm
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Dm
Faced my fears (fears),
Dm
Gave my mama tears (mama)
Dm
Shiftin' gears (shift),
Dm
On the Nawf, get serious (serious)

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

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

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

CHORUS:
Dm
Motorsport, yeah,
Dm
Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Dm
Shawty bad (bad),
Dm
Pop her like a cork (pop it)
Dm
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Dm
Pull up (woo, woo),
Dm
Jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Dm
Cotton candy (drink),
Dm
My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Dm
Straight up there (where?),
Dm
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Dm
Faced my fears (fears),
Dm
Gave my mama tears (mama)
Dm
Shiftin' gears (shift),
Dm
On the Nawf, get serious (serious)

VERSE:
Dm
Uh, yo, watch your man,
Dm
Then you should watch your mouth
Dm
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Dm
You see them stats, you know what I am about
Dm
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Dm
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
Dm
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Dm
Rap's Jackie Chan,
Dm
We ain't pullin' them fake stunts
Dm
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
Dm
You bitches catchin' a fade,
Dm
Shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
Dm
All of your friends'll be dead,
Dm
You can get hit with that Uzi
Dm
I call him Ricky,
Dm
He say he love me like Lucy
Dm
Get you a straw nigga,
Dm
You know this pussy is juicy
Dm
This Givenchy is custom made,
Dm
Now you can't get it at Saks though
Dm
I don't work in no office,
Dm
But they copyin' and that's facts though
Dm
I ain't tryna be violent,
Dm
But if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Dm
Get you lined for that paper
Dm
Like a loose leaf when that strap blow
Dm
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
Dm
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Dm
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
Dm
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
Dm
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
Dm
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
Dm
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Dm
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

VERSE:
Dm
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
Dm
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
Dm
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
Dm
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
Dm
If Nicki should show me her titty
Dm
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
Dm
If I get to play with that kitty
Dm
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Dm
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Dm
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
Dm
My chest bad, give me chills
Dm
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Dm
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
Dm
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Dm
Motorsport, motorville
Dm
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

CHORUS:
Dm
Motorsport, yeah,
Dm
Put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Dm
Shawty bad (bad),
Dm
Pop her like a cork (pop it)
Dm
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Dm
Pull up (woo, woo),
Dm
Jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Dm
Cotton candy (drink),
Dm
My cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Dm
Straight up there (where?)
Dm
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Dm
Faced my fears (fears),
Dm
Gave my mama tears (mama)
Dm
Shiftin' gears (shift),
Dm
On the Nawf, get serious (serious)

THE END