Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Taylor
Matthew Taylor
Songwriter
Steven Castillo
Steven Castillo
Songwriter
Paul Penso
Paul Penso
Songwriter
Ivan Tagle
Ivan Tagle
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
klutchfrenchie
klutchfrenchie
Producer
Kast Beats
Kast Beats
Producer
Koncept P
Koncept P
Producer
BENMARI
BENMARI
Producer
Connor Barkhouse
Connor Barkhouse
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leo Martínez
Leo Martínez
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, Breeze
What's up, Speak
Well, I need you to find me a beat, give me some **** I can just go straight in on
No hook, pop my ****, they got me **** up out here
Yeah, this is the one
They actin' like you ain't one of the GOATS in this ****, ****
It's time to pop your ****, Speak
Let's go
Run it from the top
Okay, bet, let's do it, go!
[Chorus]
Keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Yeah, I like that, I like that)
I'm poppin' it major
Yeah, givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Get in there, get in there)
I'm ****' they baby momma
Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Put that **** on)
I'm drippin' that flavor
I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (How?)
Pull up, Cyber Maybach (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on
They like, "Bagg, this the **** we were waitin' on"
Just got a truckload in, now they gone
Give me a week, I bet it don't take long (Phewm)
For no ****, I bet' not wait on (Never)
Keep stackin' it up, get your pape long (Tall)
If twelve get behind me, I skate on (Skrrt)
High speed chase like I'm Dayon (Bro, Dayon, just pull over)
I'm with a rapper **** right now, she told me some **** be hatin' on (****)
A money gettin' **** **** like me, I done drew down on **** like crayons (Say it to me)
SRT, when I crank this Jeep, this ain't no Cherokee (Vroom)
I just knocked his main lil' ****, she told me everythin' (Hey)
Soon that **** get off, my pregnant **** gon' cherish me (On God)
I told a **** he can have my **** before I share my lean (Here)
Right now, I get two for a show just to walk in the spot, that's a hunnid a host (I step)
Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on daily, I gotta pop it some mo'
Keep goin', keep goin'
Talkin' that ****, I'ma send me a blitz, I'ma do you like Sosa did Tony (Go)
I ask that **** if that **** for me, she said, "Yes, you and you only" (Muah)
I got a project ****, she bowed leg (Thick)
She kept the **** real, got a Rolex (Wrist)
She on her period, code red
**** it, just give me some mo' ****
I drunk it all, I need mo' meds
You really goin' off what a **** said? (Huh?)
That lil' **** you got, I'ma blow that (It's nothin')
I'm on the way, I'm reloaded (That mode)
Better do it if you catch me loafin' (For real)
You only get one shot, Bodie (Barely)
Thick **** with me, Cambodian (Woo)
Slime with me, Nickelodeon (Slatt)
**** the hook, keep goin'
I'm still ****' on these lil' **** **** (Talk yo' ****)
I just might boo boo (Ugh)
I might just piss on these lil' **** ****s (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
I might pull up, 'Rarri truck (Turn up on 'em, Speak)
****, ****, I already did the Brabus truck (Eight more bars)
Hey, **** ****
Find you some' safe, do ****, then play with a king
Money, cars, **** and bling
V 'Lac with the black wing
Ratatatat, choppers and things
Bad **** text my phone right now
She like, "Why did you leave me?" (Stop whinin')
More money, more opps, more guns right now (What?)
I go to war with the region (Whoever)
You think 'cause you know me, I'ma let you **** me (Ha)
Boy, you just don't know who you hit (On God)
Cut through with choppers, knockin' like Jehovah
The difference, ain't nobody witness (Nathanael)
"What's your relationship with Yo Gotti," that really ain't nobody business (Yeah, ****)
You really chose him over the mob, I did this **** for the city
[Chorus]
Keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Yeah, go)
I'm poppin' it major
Yeah, givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Get in there, get in there)
I'm ****' they baby momma
Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Put that **** on)
I'm drippin' that flavor
I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (How?)
Pull up, Cyber Maybach (We gone)
Written by: Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Ivan Tagle, Matthew Taylor, Paul Penso, Steven Castillo
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