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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Producer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Oh fuck (Oh fuck)
Load up (Load it up)
I just fucked a thot and I was sober
She copped another toy, she like grow up (Grow up)
Told her, it's room to make a porno in this Rolls truck (Lot of space)
Ran my money up (Sprint)
Why the fuck your hands out?
All my **** with me now
How i leave you assed out
This bitch need her rent paid
Son need some new J's
**** called from jail
Who I ain't heard from in decades (What?)
These **** be killin me (How)
Actin' like they helping me (What else?)
These bitches be feelin' me (How?)
Runnin' round rippin' me
Heard you think we fallin' off
You supposed to have faith in me
Worried 'bout these rappers
Like they stand a chance replacin' me (Who?)
[Verse 2]
Pour the Sprite (Watch you call it?)
Dirty nights (Dirty nights)
800 a seat, I paid for thirty of flights (To Dubai)
Only get one chance do that murder right (Do it right)
Go by yourself hit the switch turn off his lights (Take off the meter)
Get high to my head nod
Off White drippin' egg nog
Big red Wraith from Santa Claus
Streets on lock on Federal
I know the odds against me (I know that)
Diamonds on wet you can rinse me (Squeegee!)
I told her to go pick it up then drop it off
She like, "Why would you risk me?"
I'm fucked up I can't take me (How?)
Dude baby mama tryin' to rape me
Draco hold big monkey nuts
You might thought you could ape me
(What was you thinkin'?)
All my **** they heathens
Shoot up your shit for no reason
Smokin' the kush fightin' demons
Gold on me Yella Beezy (On me baby)
Hit 'em up, make him hold his chest
That's the Pledge of Allegiance (Pledge)
I had to flee out of the region
Fly to Miami, change up the seasons
[Verse 3]
They ain't straight (SRT)
They ain't safe (Safe)
Fuckin' bitches left and right
I play paddy-cake (make her mad)
Doors only auto open handicap
Already beat the odds I made it out the trap (All odds against me)
Written by: Demario White, Dyllan McKinney
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