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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Songwriter
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Songwriter
Marcus Rucker
Marcus Rucker
Songwriter
Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Andre Brown
Andre Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real Red
Real Red
Producer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Producer
Motif Alumni
Motif Alumni
Producer
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bipolar virgo
I need some monies, I need some monies
[Verse 2]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid you, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up
Just pick yo side
Ain't no love no more that's out the door
Hardless flow
In that mode when I was posted at the red store
Mainstream but I still be ready to up the stoke (Yeah)
Fuck what they talking bout I'm top 5 for sure (I stamped it)
SPEAK!
[Verse 3]
Only if we talking rack or facts, I condone in that
I do take calendars before I talk back
Ain't no cap on that
Nah, I'll never regret my silence too certified
I'm violent
Gotta bitch that I won't play about but I hate when she act childish
Five baby mommas eight kids, shit get real
Thinking bout my brother that shit give me chills
Damn don't you think I got enough problems as it is
Go get it like I did I ain't going broke tryna keep it real
Fuck how they feel
[Verse 4]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid you, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up
Just pick yo side
[Verse 5]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid you, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up
Just pick yo side
[Verse 6]
The streets don't love you they just take you away from who do
**** don't even fuck with they self but want you too
Really was just thinking out loud
When I made that tweet
And I still feel like a pandemic don't exists to me
Real **** dead (Why?) cause the scared **** shooting (On live)
Boy don't go against this money (Don't do that) I'll make the **** poof
All these bitches thirsty now, drinking semen like it's juice
Told Ari that I'd be there, they just wanna know the scoop
Don't come around me with that fake love
Show me the real you
Catch me pouring my problems of pineapple fanta mountain dew
I saw **** get some money and start acting brand new
Solidified my spot, they can't take it if they wanted too
[Verse 7]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid you, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up
Just pick yo side
[Verse 8]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid you, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up
Just pick yo side
[Verse 9]
Yeah
Solidified my spot
They can't take it if they wanted too
I stamped it
Yeah, I stamped it
Written by: Andre Brown, Darius Henry, Demario White, Gleb Nikiforov, Jorres Nelson, Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker Jr., Marcus Rucker, Sergei Gerasimov, Thomas Walker
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