Lyrics Quavo – Saint

Travis Scott:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank

Quavo:
(Huncho)
What I bought (what you buy?)
I’m just lookin’ at this mansion I bought (straight cash)
It just came with fifteen rooms and a vault (fifteen)
Ocean in the back, top floor a loft (woo), ayy
We gonna slide today (we gonna slide, slide, slide)
She drowning, swim in the Ace
Mob ties, no lace
Putting young niggas in place (mob ties)
Remember back then I finessed on my face (finesse)
JanSport book bag and a throwaway (gone)

Travis Scott:
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank

Nah, lit ain’t lit for me, yeah, yeah
A four in Brisk, that’s my cup of tea, yeah
Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
Quavo:
I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce (sauce and drip)
Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins (dolphins, splash)
Count up the deads, no coffin (coffins, deads)
Pullin’ out that fire out that arson
Travis Scott:
A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K (yah)
You niggas ’round runnin’ down my juice, I ran it back, OJ (it’s lit)
Rubber bands make ’em twerk, diamonds make ’em twerk (pop it, pop it)
I done lived every Sunday like you goin’ to church
Fuck wrong with these niggas?

Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank