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Quavo - Ion Need No Label lyrics

[Intro]
Migos gang
Migos Gang

[Hook: Quavo]
I been had a sack
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label
I been had guap
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label
I been had racks
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label
Hunduns, still cash
I don't need no label, I don't need no label, I don't need no label

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I been had cash n***a, I don't need no label
Ever since a young n***a, I been chasing paper
f** with my block gang n***as in Decatur
Golf ball shots in your body like a crater
She f** the whole team man, you don't need to save her
John Madden super bowl ring from the Raiders
You steppin' on my lawn, house with 44 acres
Go to the j**eler, walk out colder than a glacier
Wrist looking like a pack of f**ing Life-Savers
Watch out for them goons cause I will put 'em on your table
Money stretching 'round the world like an equator
I don't need no label
BMG the label
Gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
I don't need no label
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Money stack like Lego's
I been getting money VVS's on my navel
Pull up in a drop top coupe, look like the Mayor
Two cup, Styrofoam, filled up with maple
Pull up to the front of the club like I'm disabled
Two b**hes in the kitchen cooking Vanilla Wafers
The Lamb outside, young n***a, yeah I own it
Don't like the mid around me, I don't condone it
Gucci aviators on my face to catch the focus
My b**h is not local, two bands around her shoulder
I don't need a deal little n***a I thought I told you
Pull up in a Lotus, to catch the haters focus

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I don't need no label, I don't need no label
No Cash Money, No Limit
My money no limit
Riding in the Bentley, with the windows tinted
Foreign b**h is s**ing, got to know they f**ing
Rolling of a molly, rolling off a Xan
Calling up the plug for them stupid d**
In the kitchen with them stainless steel like a chef
I don't need no label n***a I sign my damn self
I got loud, Xan, molly, and I got that meth
Pull up in Rari, Audi
The VVS's on my neck and rockin'
Been plugged in with the Haitian's
Stacking all my cash, Grants, Jacksons, and the Franklins

[Hook]

[Outro]

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