Migos – Modern Day Lyrics

MODERN DAY LYRICS

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[Quavo]

Yeah (Suu)

Let's take a modern day stroll (Woah)

This is the modern day, hoe

Last time I checked, we were runnin' the globe (Go)

I'm 'bout to go fingerfold

Two knock two times, it's a brick at the door (Two time)

Somebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (Brrt)

Lil' nigga just come get your hoe (Brrt, brrt)

I'm talking Patek on the wrist (Ooh)

Baguette go and dance on a b*tch ('Guettes)

You know that b*tch too thick (Yeah)

You can't even see the pants on that b*tch (Bad)

The way that we spinnin' (Yeah)

Spinnin' in hellcats, goin' Taz on a kit (Spin)

She wanna pop a G6 (Pop)

She suckin' on dick until six (Yeah, еugh)

I make a movie, I'm going Michael Bay (Yеah)

Huncho the sensei ('Cho)

The way that I'm moving, we going motorcade

Move the tactical way (Tactical)

I need the backend this way (Ooh, backend)

Somebody packin' this way (Packin')

She get to clappin' that way (Ooh, dat way)

You don't got the answers like Sway (Yeah, Sway)

F*ck it, I'm coolin' (Woo)

I'm in the coupe with the top and I'm wavin' a coolant (Wavin')

Switch and go doolie (Yeah)

With a bad b*tch and I play with her mind and her coochie (Coochie)

I'm still Ratta-toolie (Ooh, woo)

I got a pipe that's so big it look like Chattahoochie (Whip)

We not the Fugees (Yeah)

I'll go foolie if a nigga try to Three Stooge us (Uh)

[Quavo & Takeoff]

Break a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (Yeah, brick)

Break a b*tch down, nigga, break a b*tch down, nigga (Yeah, b*tch)

Word around town, nigga, heard your a*s get around, nigga (Heard)

Get the f*ck from 'round nigga, you ain't even from the town, nigga (Yeah, Takeoff)

[Takeoff & Quavo]

Where the f*ck he came from? (Where?)

When she see the Don she givin' me some

The 'Rari came red like a plum (Red)

The streets like the sound

I gotta ride with a drum, keep smoke in my lungs (Smoke)

Arabian b*tch in the passenger seat

Like she got a illegal bomb (Bomb)

Baguette, the charm, rainbow, Daytona

I Lucky Charm the arm (Charm)

That b*tch is borin', oh, that's your main?

Come get her, can't help it, she gone

Count up a bag but know we ain't tourin'

If it ain't my money, I think it's annoyin'

Pop me a Perc' (Perc') with a cup full of purp' (Purp')

When I hop in the 'vert with no key and I storm (Skrrt)

BB the belt and I VV the arm (BB)

Hop on the P-J, go visit the farm (Phew)

Ain't no one out there, whatever you on

Put that lil' boy 'cause my money grown

I know some niggas got rich off of zones (Rich off of zones)

Made double digits off Apple iPhones (Brrt)

Throw that shit on, I get fly like a drone

Put dick in her once, she won't leave me alone (Leave)

Kapital bones, the wallet is chrome

They say that the opp' been lovin' the song

Eat up the dab when they come around

And then go and put everything we got on

If I got a plate, you know that he ate

I'm too blessed and one thing I can't do is hate (Nah)

I like what you what you doin', just humble yourself

And know we the ones that opened the gate (Open the gate, uh)

[Quavo, Takeoff & Offset]

Break a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (Yeah, brick)

Break a b*tch down, nigga, break a b*tch down, nigga (Yeah, b*tch)

Word around town, nigga, heard your a*s get around, nigga (Hey)

Get the f*ck from 'round nigga (Woo, woo, woo), you ain't even from the town, nigga (Yeah, Offset)

[Offset]

Big body Urus (Big body), fast and the furious (Vyoom)

Grippin' my MAC, watch the rear of the mirror (Who dat?)

Baguettes on my neck, on the Lear', I'm superior (Lear')

Two-fifty each, what you say? I can't hear (Huh?)

Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (Low)

She ride the dick, speed it up by the gear (Go)

Dropped out of school 'cause I didn't wanna hear (Nah)

I was thinkin' 'bout makin' a M every period (Yessir)

Got my shit out the block (Block)

Seventeen, hot, tryna plot on the guap (Hey)

F*ck that b*tch, I had to go and get a knot (Knot)

I was on the block, ain't knowin' 'bout a yacht (Who?)

Stick in my crotch, Audemars watch (Bah)

Burberry shots, I was curvin' a thot (Curve)

Got baby KK a Birkin, why not? (KK)

Bought a AK, fell in love when I shot (AK)

We beat 'em in dough (What else?), we beat 'em in hoes (What else?)

We beat 'em in clothes (What else?), we beat 'em in Lambos on the road (What else?)

Hold up my wrist, it got rocks like Hov (Hov)

These boys are my kids, don't talk no more (Shh)

I'm stuffin' dick in the back of this hoe (Huh)

My Rollie got Skittles, you taste the rainbow (Skittles)

Kick down the door, lay 'em down, Kurtis Blow (God)

Cop on the low, in the Nawf, it don't go (Nah)

Bad, but b*tch ain't got nothin' to give (Shawty bad)

I'm the dad in this industry, I got some kids (Dad)

She wanna f*ck me, I know, I can see it (I can see it)

Just for some clout, niggas jump off a bridge (Clout)

I had the drop on the opp' and we slid (Drop)

I don't be gamblin', my dawg, that's the wig (Wig)

Make the money eight ways, I'm a squid (Eight ways)

He tellin', he yellin', he work with the pigs (Woo)

[Quavo & Takeoff]

Break a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (Yeah, brick)

Break a b*tch down, nigga, break a b*tch down, nigga (Yeah, b*tch)

Word around town, nigga, heard your a*s get around, nigga (Hey)

Get the f*ck from 'round nigga, you ain't even from the town, nigga (Yeah)

"MODERN DAY" SONG INFO

Artist	Migos (Quavo, Takeoff & Offset)
Written By	Murda Beatz, Jordan Fox, Takeoff, Offset & Quavo
Produced By	Jordan Fox & Murda Beatz
Programmer	Murda Beatz & Jordan Fox
Mixing Engineer	Manny Marroquin & Chris Galland
Mastering Engineer	Michelle Mancini
Recording Engineer	DJ Durel
Assistant Mixing Engineer	Jeremie Inhaber
Director	Wyatt Winfrey
Label	Quality Control & Motown Records
Release Date	June 11, 2021

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