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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Derek Ali
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
(Big 14 bitch yeah)
[Verse 2]
Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat (Yeah)
Brand new Wraith, it got the club look like a ghost (Yeah)
On a yacht, let's have a toast, 'cause I'm the goat (Yeah)
I just spent like $30,000 on some clothes (Yeah)
And just made $100,000 for a show (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them ****, wipe your nose (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid, man, like oh (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Stacking and flipping that money, not selling my soul
Walk in the room told that bitch not to slip on my drip 'cause it's all on the floor
Trap out this shit on the north out the bando they knock at the door like Jehovah
I keep a 100-round drum in the back of my trunk and it bite like a cobra
Feeling like Tony Montana, the world is mine, we running the globe
Get the fuck up, I do not know
30-round Glock for the internet trolls
Fucking that thot, I'ma pay for the bros
Count off an M in one night in my robe
Put that shit on it and put me in Vogue
Straight out the north, Big 34
Think this shit soft and we shoot out your soul
[Verse 4]
Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat (Yeah)
Brand new Wraith, it got the club look like a ghost (Yeah)
On a yacht, let's have a toast, 'cause I'm the goat (Yeah)
I just spent like $30,000 on some clothes (Yeah)
And just made $100,000 for a show (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them ****, wipe your nose (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid, man, like oh (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
Bitch speak up, richer than all my teachers
That's the same young **** that used to skip school
Just read up, 15 M's touched down in my account, I'm in a new mood
Let's speed up, Adderall 30 that's a little orange circle, look it up on YouTube
Grim reaper, I can get a **** outta here
I just look like this, I just play cool
Shit water, diamonds on H2O
Box full of money like blow
Cop a 'pagne, pour up 4
Cups and drinks, corner store
You spot my op, drop the low
Gotta bake me a cake for this dough
55 deep at my show
Blew the back end, day before
[Verse 6]
Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat (Yeah)
Brand new Wraith, it got the club look like a ghost (Yeah)
On a yacht, let's have a toast, 'cause I'm the goat (Yeah)
I just spent like $30,000 on some clothes (Yeah)
And just made $100,000 for a show (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them ****, wipe your nose (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid, man, like oh (Yeah)
[Verse 7]
Kill a ****, drill a ****, spill a ****
Caps can get pealed, lil' ****
I was in the field my ****
AK with that scope, with that beam, where it's real ****
We want all the smoke, all the war, we don't feel you ****
We gon' drill him down, with a hundred rounds
She just love my fucking sound, she just like to fuck around
She don't wanna date
I just wanna fuck awhile
Yeah, I wanna fuck her from the back and go to fucking town
[Verse 8]
Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat (Yeah)
Brand new Wraith, it got the club look like a ghost (Yeah)
On a yacht, let's have a toast, 'cause I'm the goat (Yeah)
I just spent like $30,000 on some clothes (Yeah)
And just made $100,000 for a show (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them ****, wipe your nose (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid, man, like oh (Yeah)
Written by: Carlton Mays Jr., Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Kiari Cephus, Michael Lamar White II
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