Migos Thank You God Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]

Thank you God, Thank you, for errthang, for errthang

Sometimes I don’t why you save me, Real shit

Damn, gone

[Hook: Quavo]

I don’t know why the lord save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

Thank you

I don’t know why the lord save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

He save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

Go, Thank the God I’m famous

Thank you God I’m famous

I don’t know why the lord save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

Yea

I don’t know why the lord save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

AMEN

I don’t know why the lord save me

I don’t know why the lord save me

Uh

Thank you God I’m famous

Thanking God I’m famous

[Verse 1: Quavo]

I don’t know why the lord save me

I had to get rid of them babies

I’m at the top, Ima Uranus, Versace my neck and my panky

My momma she told me I made it, Im tired of my family slavin

Daddy was a hospital patient, next thing you know he couldn’t make it

I put my head down I ain’t cry, cuz then I ain’t know what death mean

Then a when a nigga growed up I ain’t have my daddy on the scene

So a nigga had to lend to his momma, So a nigga had to go chase commas

Use to eat dollar menu at mcdonalds, now I’m eating big plates at

Benihanas, gone.

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 2: Que]

Its first thang I do when I wake up

I’m thanking the lord stay prayed up

Its hard out here for a young nigga

If you ain’t got heart you get ate up

Just tryin to maintain and stay out that cell without breakin the law

But its hard as hell, the man above for showing me love

Im taking them trips to Beverly Hills, runnin through hoes

And counting them M’s, living life high like [?]

Live for today and pray for the next, I only see money

G’s on my specs, I sin everday just to get this success

I want it for me, yall want it to flex

The difference between us its clear as it gets

Niggas be fake so I show no respect.

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

I don’t know why the lord save me

All the time I disobey him

You would thank I would be in them cages

So every day I wake and thank him

From kickin them dors sellin them babies

To walkin through jeff for a price of a baby

I swear its a blessing I never regret it

This shit gets so hetic a nigga start stressing

The clips ain’t helping, looking at my smith & wesson

Looking for them vegetarians, I’m taking yo lettuce and celery

I’m posted on sunset in Beverly, Hills, my niggas they do this foreal

I’m drinking the air out the seal, got niggas waiting for the appeal.

[Hook: Quavo]