Escucha música Thank God de Quavo 2025 en línea | Musica Hip Hop

Quavo - Thank God Lyrics

Thank God Lyrics[Intro: Big Bank Black]
Big Bank (Bank)
Quavo (yeah yeah)
Duct Tape (mob shit nigga)
QC (la familia)

[Chorus1: Big Bank Black]
Thank God that a nigga still alive (Gotta thank God for that)
When the hate don't work they tell lies (They make up shit too)
I'm the king of the jungle like a lion (Big Bank)

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
We chasin millions (yeah)
I put my whole team on (whole team)
From the trap to the microphone
I put my whole team on (whole team)
Stacked to the ceiling
We ain't worried bout nothin' no more (bag secured)
We ain't goin' back broke (bag secured)
Took your bitch to the spot and fuck her (yeah)
Put the pistols on the ground make you suffer (suffer)
Don't play with me (don't play with me)
Don't play with me (na)
Nigga talkin' though he'll turn it out
Hit one switch turn my feelin's off (off)
Suckers started first but they still lost (still lost)
Had to cut all my bitches off (be gone ho)
Gotta get focused (gotta get focused)
Gotta get the trophy (gotta get a bag up nigga)
One of the realest niggas doin' it (OG)
One of the last ones left, yeah (uno)
Seen a lot of niggas come (seen it)
Seen a lot of niggas go (seen it)
Seen a lot of niggas, turn straight hoe (straight bitches)
Always livin' by the code, yeah
I'm never gon' fold, yeah (loyal to the death nigga)
Sometimes my mind be racin' when I'm thinkin' bout the paper
I don't really have no patience when it come to that dough, yeah (Big Bank)
I'm just tryna fill up a bag (fill it up)
All my niggas on the same shit we chasin' M's (M's)

[Chorus 2: Quavo]
(Yeah)
Thank God that a nigga still alive (God)
Bought the Beamer with the frog eyes (Beamer)
Got yo bitch cut, her eyes (yo bitch)
(Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I took yo bitch to the doctor (yeah)
I told yo bitch to get well (well)
'Cause she too sick off a playa (playa, yeah)
I wanna buy me a bail (ayy)
I wanna buy me a bail (bail)
I wanna buy me a bail (yeah, bail)
Told the plug get that bag right
I'm finna pull up on 'em
Yeah, you know my cash right (cash)
These lil n*ggas want my limelight
Chopper eight miles long, a cock fight(schwoo, rrrah)
And I want all my n*ggas just to come and eat good with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma go straight to Hollywood, but I gotta take the hood with me (hood)
I gotta move in silence
Counting my money in private (priv)
Don't think a n*gga acknowledge (no)
Don't think a n*gga acknowledge (knowledge)
All my cars zero mileage
Wanna verse, forget about it (nah)
You think I'm signed to Lil Ceaser's (woo)
Pocket dough, fettuccini (ayy)
I told the bitch I'm havin' sand time (sand time)
She pulled up in bikini ('kini)
Ball cap, no beanie (cap)
Trap signals, no beamer (trap)
Wrists dancin' like Fergie (wrists)
Thought I was a Black Eyed Peas-y (ooo)
None of my n*ggas is cheesy (no)
Trap life real easy (ayy)

[Outro]
(Then I had to tell my ma)
Tell my mama no (mama)
Now I can't stop thuggin' (yeah)
Told my mama nah (mama)
No, I can't stop thuggin'