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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Nicolas Berlinger
Nicolas Berlinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YC
YC
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Moxart Beatz
Moxart Beatz
Producer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
T-HEAD
T-HEAD
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Turn Me Up YC
Sky Diddy
Look at Bagg think he putting on
He really ain’t that hard, I just like a couple songs
He only make music if it’s a social media trend
Heard they ain't did shit to the **** supposed to killed his friend
He rich enough to drop a bag, why they ain't up the score?
That **** ain’t living gangsta he just rapping CB4
You see he left his baby momma for that IG hoe
Is all that true?
Somebody told me that shit ion know
Stop going off what they say ****
They talk about you when you got a name (That's the game)
Soon as you get some money they gone say you changed (For some fame)
At first we was locked in but then we grew apart (Went our separate ways)
Killed my lil dawg and that shit broke my heart (Life ain't been the same)
Stand on my ten everywhere I go (When I go)
Today might be that day **** you never know
Went around the world and put on for my hood (Walker homes)
Once I give my word then it’s overstood
Hard to stay focused at the same time handle this smoke
Can’t get tricked out this shit some years ago I was just poor
You ain’t even know I was go
Could have lost it all never lost hope
Lately, I get fresh and ion even post
I'm a beast, but they calling me a goat
Fuck around and get your feelings hurt you stick yo nose in my business (****)
How you mad 'bout my decision ion need no supervision
You can’t name no **** that done this shit like I done did it
Jumped in the game with no feelings still ain’t got love for ****
Loaded 1.5 counting through it sitting on the floor (Right now, right now)
Just added on some more for sure I was stacking went ghost
Eight-figure **** I used to have insufficient funds
Now I’m smoking gumbo with this bitch this shit killing her lungs
Don’t want no handshake that’s fake I bet not hug a ****
You could be doing everything right they still gone judge a ****
Gone keep a gun on me for life, I ain't tryna rassle with you
Know I'm fucked up, you see a cup every time I take a picture
That drank on me bad (Wock)
Remember they put me last (Dumb ass)
**** snaking so three times a week I cut my grass
Just in case it get ugly (What?), you gotta keep sumn stashed (How much?)
It ain't shit to post no money there go five hunnid cash (Catch up)
Sending messages through my **** she miss me real bad (Haha)
Misery love company she calling from my past (Hello)
Tryna reach out to me (Uh- unh) bitch you gotta book me (Rockstar)
2-3 million just in jewelry you can't overlook me even if you tried (Aye)
They talk about you when you got a name (That's the game)
Soon as you get some money they gone say you changed (For some fame)
At first we was locked in but then we grew apart (Went our separate ways)
Killed my lil dawg and that shit broke my heart (Life ain't been the same)
Stand on my ten everywhere I go (When I go)
Today might be that day, ****, you never know (Never know)
Went around the world and put on for my hood (Walker homes)
Once I give my word then it’s overstood
Renamed and orchestrated the brand they tried to infiltrate
You might was Bread Gang but you ain’t Loaf Boys
If all else fail I still got reup money and a floor board
Spent yours impressing hoes, now you ain't got shit to show for it (Making no noise)
I'm knowing you **** don't fuck with me, ion fuck with you either (Likewise)
Ion owe you **** nothing I met you through my people (my ****)
Ice on me like glaciers light up just like the strip in Vegas (Drais)
VV hit like lasers, I got commas, punctuation (Pages)
Pockets fat my dreads nappy
On the floor, I'm real cranky
Over here who say I can’t be
Truth be told you **** prank me
Bet not leave yo car running they bopping in the city (Memphis)
Pop my shit I'm giving it (Gave it)
Twist yo block we spinning (Sprayed it)
(Go) too much tension in the street that's why these bodies pilling (Up)
All black that black got three-hunnid cars a moment of silent
You probably heard that money changed him
He just make that look good
You probably heard that he a hoe and can't go back to his hood (Never)
Meanwhile I’m pouring 4’s up daily
They gone talk about you weather you doing good or bad (Whatever)
I rather pull off in a foreign and leave em' in the past (Skrrttt)
Y'all know my heart if I fuck with you I'll give you my last
Written by: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Nicolas Berlinger, Thomas Walker
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