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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Morse
David Morse
Songwriter
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Thomas Jahmal Walker
Thomas Jahmal Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Morse
David Morse
Producer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Producer
Connor Barkhouse
Connor Barkhouse
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Skywalker OG) Yeah, yeah Yeah I done ran through 'bout two, three million, and I spent it all on drank (codeine) They told me, "Go hard or go home," I switched the rules and went hard in the paint (my team) Where your cup at? I'm ready to drink (right now) These hunnids fresh out the bank (they crispy) I got some problems that I can't explain Baby, don't tell me you love me (don't do that) Babe, there's a reason why the cup muddy Look at my eyes 'fore you try to judge me I got my ice on, not in public Some days I be hopin' niggas try to touch I know how it feel, nigga, I done been broke before (shit, I've been fucked up too) Fuck all these niggas, I officially close the door (Fall back and just focus on you, go) I'm in a Rolls truck or the Bentley (skrrt) I'll let a bad bitch rock the pendant (loaf) Nigga, I'm the Birdman of my city (brr) I'm havin' cash money like Slim (speak) Water on my neck, you see all of the emeralds Watch how the weather change when I enter (change) I got a plain Jane from the dealer You niggas ain't safe when I deliver Whenever I drop, it get hot Rugby the shirt, Louis Vuitton (LV) These carats worth some', each one (a piece) I'm tellin' you, I'm already on it (I'm hip) Ain't shit gettin' past my conscience (no) Havin' this paper, I'm turnin' up When it's meant for you, it's gon' happen regardless (on timin') I used to trap out the store on King Street Can't believe I came up robbin' (grindin') Pour, I sip I ain't never tell nigga who I killed (shh) Fake-ass gangsta, these niggas ain't built (these niggas ain't built) I swear to God, can't go like them, can't go like them (I ain't goin' out sad) These niggas so pussy, I'm runnin' up dirty, I earn my keep (they talk, they mad) Nigga reach for this chain, ain't nothin' to explain, I cross him out the road I done ran through 'bout two, three million, and I spent it all on drank (codeine) They told me, "Go hard or go home," I switched the rules and went hard in the paint (my team) Where your cup at? I'm ready to drink (right now) These hunnids fresh out the bank (they crispy) I got some problems that I can't explain Baby, don't tell me you love me (don't do that) Babe, there's a reason why the cup muddy Look at my eyes 'fore you try to judge me I got my ice on, not in public Some days I be hopin' niggas try to touch I know how it feel, nigga, I done been broke before (shit, I've been fucked up too) Fuck all these niggas, I officially close the door (Fall back and just focus on you, go) I done ran through 'bout two, three million, and I spent it all on drank They told me, "Go hard or go home," I switched the rules and went hard in the paint Where your cup at? I'm ready to drink These hunnids fresh out the bank I got some problems that I can't explain Baby, don't tell me you love me
Writer(s): David Morse, Demario Dewayne White, Thomas Jahmal Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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