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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
Shelton Scales Jr
Shelton Scales Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer
Jay Scalez
Jay Scalez
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Real Red
Real Red
Recording Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who Made This Beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Scalez
[Verse 2]
Ran into some dead ends
Rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch
Light on the ice today
Street **** from the M
That's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter, killers killing killers
Ain't nobody safe, bullets don't discriminate
Just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge
The bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle
'Cause my **** robbed you
Told you not to fuck with him
But you act like you had to
[Verse 3]
Pink slips, eight whips, ain't none of them rented
Bitch, I'm having money now
So talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter
Before we deposit it
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool with waiting a lil longer
For something I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody
That's why they made the curb
Be clumsy talking 'bout Elo
I'm tripping over words
It was Super Bowl night
Wish he ain't make that serve
[Verse 4]
Have you ever got that phone call
That made ya heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around
You live a hard knock
Free my ****, heard the feds caught him
Picking up a box
Nun' but switches on the glizzies
It came with the bump stock
I went back to where I grew up, and
I bought the residence
They come for me, but I can't let them get me out my element
It's easy building up a name, but
Can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name
You see more choppas than veterans, homie
[Verse 5]
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint yo block my favorite color, red
Now you a pound of Kush
I could put my hands in my pocket
Errbody wit me pulling
These Cartier's remind me
Of the days when I was overlooked
Fuck up after fuck up, day by day
Now, I'm having my way
Reason you can't get yo own steak
'Cause you keep watching my plate
I been laying low
Playing slow
Stacking change
Made it through the rain
Can you feel a gangsta's pain?
Made it through the rain
Can you feel a gangsta's pain?
The streets ain't for everybody
That's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends
Rerouted, made a way
Written by: Demario White, Deundraeus Portis, Shelton Scales Jr.
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