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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Performer
GloRilla
GloRilla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Robert Gullatt
Robert Gullatt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
Drumgod
Drumgod
Producer
YC
YC
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Selchow
Andrew Selchow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

GloRilla
Ona Gang
Hey
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
Ion give a fuck about none of this shit
Leave me alone don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my ****, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothing but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo ****
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Asking me 'bout bitches in the city
That she think I'm fucking
Looked dead in her eyes
Before I lied I rather tell her nothing
Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now huh?
Dumbass
I rather tell her nothing
Smirking in her face
What the fuck funny?
Then I say change the subject
Let me know right now
What?
If it ain't no future us
'Cause one to close to zero
Gotta keep me sumn on tuck
She like, "Eww you do too much"
So
I reply you don't do enough
Ho
Even when we be into it I can still pull up and fuck
Ugh
Walking straight up out the house you say I never hug and kiss you
Tryna see me every weekend
Damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you bae
Our problems go away when my dick in you
When I call myself tryna do shit right here go another issue
Man
Fuck my hoe, fuck that bitch
Ion give a fuck about none of this shit
Leave me alone don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my ****, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothing but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo ****
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
All that telling folks I'm crazy
Tell 'em how you got me fucked up
Yo momma ain't got no daughters
Boy, you ain't them bitches brother
Da fuck
Then you told me that you knew the bitch
But you ain't say you fucked her
Olé cheating ass toxic ass good dick motherfucka
Hate yo ass
With my man today
Hmm, back outside tomorrow
I be done with him today
Then be at his house tomorrow
I be bussing out the windows
Got 'em switching up his cars
He won't find shit in my phone
But them lil pictures of his card
Constantly bringing up my ex and shit
He must want me to go back
I could really pop my shit for real
But Ion think he know that
Cut that **** off for good
To show him that I'm on that
And he'll never ever, ever, ever, ever get his hoe back
On the gang
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
Ion give a fuck about none of this shit
Leave me alone don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my ****, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothing but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo ****
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch
Ion give a fuck about none of this shit
Leave me alone don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
Fuck my ****, he ain't shit
Boy ain't good for nothing but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo ****
Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Written by: Christopher Pearson, Demario White, Gloria Woods, Robert Labraunte Gullatt, Thomas Walker
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