Migos - Pretty Lady (Lyrics)

[Hook: Quavo] Pretty lil lady, lil lady

I tried to put her on but she already made it

Pretty lil lady, lil lady

And she got her own, she don’t need a nigga paper

Little lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady and she got her own

Pretty lil lady you know she got her own

[Verse 1: Quavo] Pretty lady, she got her own Mercedes

And she single, she thick and grown with no babies

I really wanna take little mama home and go crazy

But she won’t let me, I can’t do nothing but respect it

She know the work from Monday through Thursday she earned it

She don’t care about my money, I sip my tea like Kermit

She don’t care bout them hunnids she pull ‘em out the purses

Yo bitch I’m the dab king I fuck her like a [virgin?] She say she got a 9-5 I know that bitch serving

It’s none of my business I ain’t worry

But if you got a nigga and you workin’ for him

Imma shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry

[Hook] Pretty lil lady, lil lady

I tried to put her on but she already made it

Pretty lil lady, lil lady

And she got her own, she don’t need a nigga paper

Little lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady and she got her own

Pretty lil lady you know she got her own

[Verse 2: Offset] Handle your business don’t put me in it

I know the truth you not innocent

She got excited by my Louboutins

Hop in my Lambo fuck her, we don’t speak again

She didn’t know I was a rapper

Pick up the front and back in every weekend

Gotta tell the truth shawty be dabbin’

Pull up on you in the jagger with Aston

Her stomach so fat like she fastin’

Look at that ass it’s fantastic

Go get that money lil bitty bitch (go get it)

Now hop on that pole and get nasty

She won’t let you smash let you spin in it

It gotta be some type of benefit

Oh fuck it I don’t really need that bitch

She a bad bitch, she ain’t really shit

I beat it, I hit her but I can not keep one

We at the condo she smokin’ the reefer

Some of you lie she a beater

Nasty and know little mama in the fetal

Balenciega, alligator sneakers

I trapped on the block, hotter than a fever

I know she workin’ she is not a keeper

She fuckin’ all these niggas with monifa

[Hook] Pretty lil lady, lil lady

I tried to put her on but she already made it

Pretty lil lady, lil lady

And she got her own, she don’t need a nigga paper

Little lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady and she got her own

Pretty lil lady you know she got her own

[Verse 3: Takeoff] Takeoff!

I know little mama she got it, no doubt about it

But I’m trying to see bout it

Pulling Benjamin’s out her wallet

Looking real exotic, walking in Zanotti (Damn!)

Big booty so big it’s shaped, look like an apple (Ooh!)

She bending over bouta make me get tackled

Wanna go to [?] let her see the castle

Grab ’bout 28 folds you gon’ need a ladder (Ooh!)

We smoking up cookies burning like a candle (Gas!)

Asked her where she’s from she told me Seattle

Mama live in California, said her brother doing 5 years in Savannah

Got a condo down in Alabama

She gon’ let me pull up be my nasty dancer (Beat it!)

TV’s in my phantom can change the channels (Flex)

Lookin’ up to the sky cause its panoramic

I fuck with her pimpin’ cause she really getting it (fuck with ya)

No Felicia, lil mama run up a ticket (Add it up)

Dabbin might pull up to you in Givenchy (Damn!)

Pretty lil lady, know she independent

You beat the statistics you got you a car and a house

So I can’t take you out of the trenches, (Nah!)

Ain’t gotta add me for none of my benji’s

You ’bout ya riches and you mind your business

Takeoff!

[Hook] Pretty lil lady, lil lady

I tried to put her on but she already made it

Pretty lil lady, lil lady

And she got her own, she don’t need a nigga paper

Little lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady, you’re so pretty

Pretty lil lady and she got her own

Pretty lil lady you know she got her own