Jim Jones, Migos, Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana and DJ Khaled - We Set The Trends [Remix]

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

Bitch, I'm a trendsetter, bitch, I'm a Dipsetter
I got the heat with me, I got a temp-setter
I got a sun-setter, yeah, that's the Beretta
This shit 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 niggas knew better, these niggas 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 clit wetter
That bitch in bed wit' her, I had to swim set her
Bitch, I'm a jet-setter, fly with no wind pressure
Bitch, 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 trendin'
We set the trends, got it out the mud, nigga we had to cleanse
One at their heads, nigga we at their brims
Niggas actin' like bitches, leave that to them
Bugatti Veyron, harder than iron
I been a dog, you been a hydrant
I raised these niggas, now gimme my flowers
Daisies, nigga (Tunechi)

We set the trends (trends)
Bringin' in ends (ends) (bringin' in cash)
I'ma have to call my accountant
To make sure this shit came in (this is the remix)
It's just me and my gang (gang)
Fuck niggas, we don't do friends (fuck 'em)
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 businesses, God as my witness
You said you want smoke and I'm grantin' your wishes
Oh that's your ho? And she think I'm delicious
Show me what they doin', I show you I did it
Show them how to do it, they hate to admit it
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 cap and get one in your fitted

It's been a while, been away for a minute
Pay for what's mine, I don't take what I'm given
Gave 'em a head start, now I'm shavin' the distance
Needs mines with inches to be more specific
Say no to drill, we set the trends
We don't just ball, we bend the rim
Ten toes tall, we stand to win
But they are not us, we are not them
We been doin' this, where do I begin?
Where do I start? Where do I end?
When it come to work, they just pretend
We put it in like we in the gym
Don't walk up the street 'cause you might lose a limb
Blood on my Timbs, so what, you can swim?
This water's reserved for sharks
Remember I told you before you jump in

We set the trends (trends)
Bringin' in ends (ends) (bringin' in cash)
I'ma have to call my accountant
To make sure this shit came in (brrrt)

First I showed 'em how to bang, then I showed 'em how to ball
First nigga that was rockin' that Supreme (Eastside)
Shit, I'm back in my bag, all these miles on my body
And I'm thinkin' 'bout coppin' a machine
Got a chopper in my jeans, used to sell rocks to the fiends
I just bought a drop off of streams
Used to pump it on the block, now we chartering shit
I be jumpin' off the yacht with my team
Got a Glock with the beam
Everybody know we the trendiest
This watch on my wrist cost an M and shit
Last deal I got, caught and M and shit
Niggas wanna start, we gon' end this shit
Still in the media, think I was Khaled
Fuck validation, my nigga, I'm valid
It's up and it's stuck and we keepin' it sturdy
Keep it a bucky, the heat got the thirty
Can't mention New York, you don't mention the 'Set
Beef in your state, we gon' spin in the jet
All of this water, you can swim in my chest
Ask all the hoes, they say Jim is a mess
We gon' keep spinnin' like a bottle top
Brand new thing ain't got a top
Niggas keep playin' 'til body drop
We gon' make it hot on the hottest block

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

Written by:
Brandon Greene, Brendan Walsh, Christopher Brown, Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Kajun Economos, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirshnik Khari Ball, Luis Compozano, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Tomas Martinez

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