Blac Money
Blac Youngsta, MoneyBagg Yo
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Uh, uh, uh, ayy Ayy, Heavy Bread Camp Gang, gang DrumGod Gang, gang Hey Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What) Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' (Nope) I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt) Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah) Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh) He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope) Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic) Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah) Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice) Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom) Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch) I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah) She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha) Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh) I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh) Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey) Got a lot of status, capo, I can make it happen (Yeah) Joes in the hood, they like, "How you made it rappin'?" (How you) I just bought some choppers, gettin' ready for the static (Brr) Bad bitch with me, but today, she lookin' ratchet (Ratchet) She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish (Gone) She like, "Boy, you nasty", yeah, I'm nasty and I'm manish (Yeah) I just read a text, where you at? No panties The roof panoramic, skrt, skrt, I just vanished (Gone) Word around the town, there's money on my top, how? (How) I'm on the porch in his hood, gettin' chopped now (Now) All you do is get the head and watch the body drop (F*ck) FN extend, knock him out his socks (On life) I took his bitch, gave her back, guess she mad about that (Guess she mad about that, I don't know, but guess what) Since he wanna be me I'ma tell her say my name next time they havin' sex He curb her (Brr), I can't see no nigga, I'm up in the air (I'm up in the air, word) It ain't fair (Nope), you can't find none of that shit a nigga wear (Kill 'em every time I style) I'm too rare (Me), forever heartless, too rich to care (I don't really give a f*ck) I'm the voice, so they listen, got 'em pullin' up a chair (Listen) My dick and her was kissin' while I'm pullin' on her hair (Uh) Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What) Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' (Nope) I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt) Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah) Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh) He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope) Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic) Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah) Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice) Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom) Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch) I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah) She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha) Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh) I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh) Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey) Ice on my neck, cold like a 'frigerator (Cold) Heavy Camp still run it like a generator (Oh) I don't f*ck with your boyfriend, he been a hater (No) Only time my niggas talk at the dinner table (Talk) I'm in the projects, right where they steal the cable It took a process (Yeah), for me to get some paper (Gang) I caught a body, you owe me a favor (Bitch) My lawyer squashed it, then we celebrate it You know I'm a boss now, you know you lost now You wanna book a show, you know it cost now You wanna run to me, I'm in the vault now I'm with my ex-bitch, who you gon' cross now? I got niggas in the penitentiary, they locked down Young niggas lookin' up to me, I'm Pac now Back then, I was long guns, I'm stock now Lately, I been sellin' dope, I'm finna stop now Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What) Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' (Nope) I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt) Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah) Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh) He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope) Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic) Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah) Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice) Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom) Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch) I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah) She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha) Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh) I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh) Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey, gang, gang)
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Written by: Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Robert Gullatt, Sammie Benson
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