Just Because Lyrics & Chords By Trap Migos

I just want to wake up in the mornin' Drop the top like I'm a samurai I just want to a 100 mill, a house up on the hill Sipping out the seal, looking at the sun rise I just want to look like I'm a champion I just want to plug that's a Italian I just want to live betta than average I just want to I just want to I just want to I just want to live up in the penthouse I just want 2 bitches and they give me mouth I just want to make it out this muthafuckin' trap house I just want to I just want to I just want to (Offset) 1991 I was established Mama told me stop trappin' and cappin', boy ya talented I did not listen so I ended up wit the savages Stuck in the county couldn't do nothin' it was tragedy I just want to look like I'm the president In the trap erryday man I had perfect attendance All of the re up money I fucked up and I spent it When I told my mama that we gon' be rich, nigga I meant it I just want to live like I'm a bachelor Got the chef in the kitchen cookin' up caviar Doin' 100 in the rari screaming fuck the law Got the chopper aimin' at ya wit the monkey balls If I don't got the Actavis then it's withdrawl Got the pussy nigga missin' like a sick call I just want to be on top and neva eva fall Up and downs in the trap like a see-saw Trap, trappin' out the gym without a basketball I just want millions of dollars and partners that shoot you like shooters I got two bitches they fuckin' and swallow Don't love them just swap them (2: Quavo) I just want to be what I want to be Got two lambo seats in the old school topless T Cruisin' like Penelope I grew up on the westside of avenue Ya can ask errybody about me Game in a knot like a tennis shoe What ya goin' to do when the feds run into ya I came from tryin' on clothes in the fittin' room To lockin' the doors in the Bentley coupe If my bro drop the pack, then ya know I got it The coupe got the gadgets its like robotics Giuseppe Zanotti it mark my body Young rich nigga still walkin' round wit the profit Tell ya a story about one lil bird One lil bird when the peckin' on the curb Did he get up, did he fly like a real bird Ova the sea wit the white like young Spielberg Thirty pointer, forty pointer, look at the Franck Muller Walk in yo city, I feel like a king, I am the rula Who is the shooter? My niggas be trap off the calculator like computer