Lyrics We Set The Trends – Jim Jones, Migos

Migo..
Talkin’ to me crazy, n**ga
Been havin’ that s**t on, n**ga
Drippin’ to the floor, to the door
N**ga, you hear me
My goddamn cup
Yeah, huh
We set the trends
Bringin’ in ends
I’ma have to call my accountant
To make sure this s**t came in
It’s just me and my gang
F**k n**gas, we don’t do friends
What he say He want smoke
We gon’ spin, spin againI been tryna get the money, I been tryna feed my fam
‘Cause these n**gas they don’t wanna see me win
I was thinkin’ ’bout the Rollie, but I went and got the Richie
Then I went and put my momma in the Benz
I get it in, in the pent’ suite f**kin’ two twins
I thought about the Glock, but I went F&N
And a n**ga spin this s**t without a pen
I call Jimmy, kick it with the billies
We already ran up a milli’
So that s**t ain’t really interestin’
He outta line, he get a penalty
Said he start it, then I’ma finish him
Stomp a n**ga, fed up, in my Timberlands
Hangin’ with the vampires and gremlins
Got them h*es lined up, assembly
Not your average n**ga in the industry
We set the trends
Bringin’ in ends
I’ma have to call my accountant
To make sure this s**t came in
It’s just me and my gang
F**k n**gas, we don’t do friends
What he say, He want smoke
We gon’ spin, spin again
First I did the Chrome Heart, then I gave ’em BB’s
First n**ga come through in True Religion
Cut my money back up, put a kilo on my neck
Man this s**t is worth like two b**ches
Come through drippin’
First n**ga move, I’m hit ’em
The next n**ga move, you go wit’ ’em
But I ain’t here to talk no middleman s**t
You got a boss, Then you should go get ’emWhere he at, We set the trends
Big F&N when I step out the Benz
My .. bought some dinner, man
He just been trapped in six
Now he fresh out the pan
You know what’s up, we goin’ up
We are not comin’ down
This b**ch don’t trip, better watch for the crown
All these rocks in my watch with the crown
Now it’s chop a n**ga down
Chop a n**ga down, choppa gang
The thirty holdin’ up the wallet chain
Movin’ like the f**kin’ president
Ten cars hoggin’ up the lane
Trappin’ at the house before the fame
Then we through the flat, like I’m walkin’, take a pic
He’ll do it for the cheap when you send him on a mission
Quickest wipe down, wipe his name off the list
If he switch on me, then the sticks started glistenin’
If I’m gon’ smoke it then we raise a tissue
My pinky one-fourty and my watch is three-fifty
My b**ch like to scissor, she came with three b**ches
We don’t f**k with snitchin’, we protect the business
We straight out the trenches, the mud was sticky
It too many real n**gas, we don’t fake kick it
We set the trend in the cities
We came to f**k up the city
Just Migos and Jimmy
Uh, we set the trends
Bringin’ in ends
I’ma have to call my accountant
To make sure this s**t came in
Hundred-fifty on the Panamera
When I’m pullin’ up, they starin’
Put a Richard on my wrist
It be retarded like ..
N**gas want the smoke, I tell ’em try me, n**ga, dare ’em
White Lamborghini, yeah I call that b**ch a Karen
When I hit the draco that b**ch soundin’ like a snare
The way the diamonds hittin’ off the patek, it ain’t fair
I’ma hit your b**ch and give her back, I like to share ’em
F**kin’ with Diego, man, Diego serve ..
Automatic when I get to spinnin’ on the block
Bought a Glock, ’cause then I bought a switch, call it mop
I don’t know the time but it’s three hunnid for this watch
I’ma put a thot up on the opp and get the drop
N**gas try to plot then we gon’ hit him like the WAP
I’m thinkin’ like I’m Roddy Ricch, the stick up in The Box
I told that b**ch no feelings, I just really want the top
If you ain’t talkin’ millions, ain’t no business, ain’t no talk
Twenty five racks, you can buy some white chalk
Ferrari lookin’ like a caterpillar when it walk
Swimmin’ with piranhas, we was swimmin’ with the sharks
I can see the flash when the choppas start to ..
Two hundred the dash on the coupe I just bought
Two milli’ in cash, I just saved up in the vault
Started in the bando, now we trappin’ out a loft
The first three letters of my name, he got off’dWe set the trends
Bringin’ in ends
I’ma have to call my accountant
To make sure this s**t came in
It’s just me and my gang
F**k n**gas, we don’t do friends
What he say He want smoke
We gon’ spin, spin again…
➤ Written by Jim Jones, Quavo, Bordeaux, Takeoff, Offset, Non Native & Brandon Greene
Produced by Deroux, Kajun Waters, Manso, Bordeaux & Non Native
Jim Jones | Migos | 2021

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