We Set The Trends (Remix) [feat. Migos & Juelz Santana]

This the remix
And it's three milli on the wrist
Real life (another one)
You know we inspired you
We set trends
We set for life
We the biggest

Bitch, I'm a trendsetter, bitch, I'm a dip setter
I got the heat with me, I got a temp—setter
I got a sun—setter, yeah, that's the Beretta
This sh— a breeze to me, I watch the wind settle
I took a mood setter, then I felt too settled
I took a re—setter, now I feel too better
These n— knew better, these n— know better

After the fumes settle, after the smoke settle
I'm still a go—getter, 'cause I'm a goal setter
I like her throat wetter, she said my drip wetter
Hold up, it get better, I left her c— wetter
That b— in bed wit' her, I had to swim—set her
B— I'm a jet—setter, fly with no wind pressure
B— I'm a scene—setter, I got the strap on the AK I swing set 'em

I'm a sight—setter, I was fly before you had a flight set up, I'm trendy
We set the trends, got it out the mud, n—, we had to cleanse
One at their heads, n— we at their brims
N— actin' like b—, leave that to them
Bugatti Veyron, harder than iron
I been a dog, you been a hydrant
I raised these n—, now gimme my flowers
Daisies n— (tunechi)

We set the trends (trends, trends)
Bringin' in ends (bringin' in cash, ends)
I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this shit came in (this the remix)
It's just me and my gang (gang)
F— n—, we don't do friends (fuck)
What he say? he want smoke? (Smoke)
We gon' spin (brrt), spin again (uh, uh, uh)

Ayy, I know how to get it, the Maybach is kitted
My drip is exquisite, my style is prolific
My gun come with switches
I stand on the business, as God is my witness
She say you want smoke and I'm granting your wishes
Oh, that's your h—? she thinks I'm delicious
Show me what they doing
I show you I did it, showed them how to do it
They hate to admit it (yeah)
Don't show me that bitch, 'cause I already hit it

Don't show me a million, I already spent it
They know how I'm coming, they know that I'm with it
All of that capping, get one in your fitted (bah)
It's been a while, been away for a minute

The platform was mine, I don't take what I'm given
Gave 'em a head start now, I'm shaving the distance
Need minds with interest to be more specific (ayy)
Say no to the drill, we set the trends
We don't just ball, we bend the rims (yeah)
Ten toes tall, we stand to win (win)

They are not us, we are not them (no)
We been doing this, where do I begin? (Where?)
Where do I start? where do I end? (Where?)
When they come to work, they just pretend
We put it in like we in the gym
Don't walk up this street, 'cause you might lose a limb
Blood on my Tims, so what you can swim? (So what?)
This water's reserved for sharks, remember I told you before you jump in (ayy, ayy)

We set the trends (trends, trends, trends)
Bringin' in ends (bringin' in cash, ends)
I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this sh— came in (brrtt)

First, I showed 'em how to bang and I showed 'em how to ball
All first thing and I was recognised supreme
I'm back with my bag on this muscle on my body and I'm thinking about copping a machine
Got a choppa in my jeans, used to sell rocks to the fiends
I just bought a drop off of streams
Just pumping on the block, man, we're chartering sh—
I be jumping off the yacht with my team
Got a glock with the beam
Everybody know we the trendiest (30)
This watch on my wrist caught a M this year (damn)

Last deal I got caught a M
N— wanna start, we gon' end the s
Still in the meeting, you'd think I was Khaled
Fuck validation, my n—, I'm valid
Sipping this coffee and we keeping this dirty

Keep it a bucky, the heat got the 30
You can mention New York, you don't mention the set
Beef in your state, we gon' spin in the jet (nyoom)
All of this water, you can swim in my chest
Ask all the h—, they say Jim is a mess
We gon' keep spinning like a bottle top (spin 'em)
Brand new thing and it ain't got a top (ooh)
N— keep playing 'til a body drop
We gon' make it hot on the hottest block

We set the trends (trends, trends)
Bringin' in ends (bringin' in cash)
I'ma have to call my accountant to make sure this sh— came in (this the remix)
It's just me and my gang (gang)
F— n—, we don't do friends (f—)
What he say? He want smoke? (Smoke)
We gon' spin (brrt), spin again



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Jones, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Tomas R. Martinez, Kirshnik Khari Ball, Luis S. Campozano Jr., Brandon Greene, Christopher Deroux Brown, Brendan Martin Walsh, Kajun Waters Economos
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