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[Quavo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
(Murda on the beat so it´s not nice)

[Quavo]
How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
How you catch your blessings and don´t mention me? (How you catch your blessings? Yeah)
How many times I told you, "Fix your energy"? (I told you)
When all the love is gone, then it´s for the streets (Streets)
Yeah
It´ll be written in stone if it´s meant to be (On God, yeah)
I put on my chains, all type of links (Ice, yeah)
I put all my teams in the same room (Same room)
Link ´em all together, then they plot on me (They plot, ooh)
If you want each other, I won´t blame you (Won´t blame, won´t blame you)
How you catch your blessings and don´t mention me? (Ooh)

(That´s on God, ooh)
How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Yeah)
When the love is all gone, then it´s for the streets (Ooh)
Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets (Yeah, yeah)
(Let´s roll)

[Summer Walker]
I ain´t mixy, it get tricky
Havin´ a couple up in my mixy
Doin´ too much, stay in my business
Tryna recover when niggas ain´t shit
Get this, get this
I´ve been on a wave, I´m lit, I´m rich
Love it how you stack your Cubans up, that´s drip
But like it when you odds
Baby, I been movin´ cold

Just picked up the phone
It´s another night I ain´t spendin´ alone (No)
It´s another night I won´t spill up Patrón
It´s another night, turn my heart into cold

[Summer Walker & Quavo]
See I been in the mix, but my mixy
How you catch your blessings and don´t mention me?  (Ooh)
Said a million times, "Fix your energy"? (No cap, ooh)
Fix your energy, yeah

[Quavo, Summer Walker]
Mmm, yeah
When all the love is gone, then it´s fuck the streets (Oh, oh)
Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, oh-woah

[Takeoff]
(Takeoff)
Mixin´ up locations, I just bought it, I don´t do leasings
We be mix-matchin´ AP´s
Matchin´ your feelings with your pieces (Matchin´)
We gon´ get nasty, talk greazy when we know I don´t mean it (Uh-uh)
Mixin´ your feelings with your business, baby, tryna get even (Damn)
Ain´t got a pack now, but you gone
I don´t know where, but you leavin´ (Yeah)
You so smart, life is hard
But the streets say you easy (Streets)
Look at my contacts, pick your number (Brr)

Press the button and delete it (Gone)
´Cause this messy mixy shit done got too high for my reachin´ (High)
Look at this over-exaggeratin´ lame nigga, he reachin´ (Lame)
Patek say that I got time, baby, give me a reason (Just one)
Count your blessings and thank God and me when you speak a mention (Oh)
It´s been a minute, but I promise I got no bad intentions (None)
That pussy mine, and when you say it´s over, we never finish (You know that)
That´s my shit (Mine), that´s my bad lil´ bitch (Bitch)
Put that shit on, she lit (Lit)
Don´t pick up the phone, she throwin´ a fit (Brr)
Like to go shop at Prada and ???

She want relations, that´s a risk
I done scratched her name off the list (Scratch)
´Cause she too mixy (Mixy)

[ Quavo]
How you gon´ act like I ain´t no blessin´
When I taught you all the lessons?
How you catch your blessings, don´t mention me? Yeah
See that´s your problem right there
How you in the mix and not mixy?
You got too much motion now, you´re blind
When the love is all gone
When the love is all gone, then it´s fuck the streets