Blac Money (Feat. Blac Youngsta)

Uh, uh, uh, ayy Ayy, Heavy Bread Camp Gang, gang DrumGod Gang, gang Hey Chorus: Blac Youngsta & Moneybagg Yo Boy Nigga, boy, you better back it What Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' Nope I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic Skrt Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic Bah Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted Ugh He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy Nope Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic Attic Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet Yeah Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek Ice Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet Bottom Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him Bitch I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy Bah She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry Ha Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy Uh I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad Uh Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static Hey Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo Got a lot of status, capo, I can make it happen Yeah Joes in the hood, they like, How you made it rappin' How you I just bought some choppers, gettin' ready for the static Brr Bad bitch with me, but today, she lookin' ratchet Ratchet She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish Gone She like, Boy, you nasty, yeah, I'm nasty and I'm manish Yeah I just read a text, where you at No panties The roof panoramic, skrt, skrt, I just vanished Gone Word around the town, there's money on my top, how How I'm on the porch in his hood, gettin' chopped now Now All you do is get the head and watch the body drop Fuck FN extend, knock him out his socks On life I took his bitch, gave her back, guess she mad about that Guess she mad about that, I don't know, but guess what Since he wanna be me I'ma tell her say my name next time they havin' sex He curb her Brr, I can't see no nigga, I'm up in the air I'm up in the air, word It ain't fair Nope, you can't find none of that shit a nigga wear Kill 'em every time I style I'm too rare Me, forever heartless, too rich to care I don't really give a fuck I'm the voice, so they listen, got 'em pullin' up a chair Listen My dick in her kitchen while I'm pullin' on her hair Uh Chorus: Blac Youngsta & Moneybagg Yo Boy Nigga, boy, you better back it What Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' Nope I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic Skrt Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic Bah Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted Ugh He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy Nope Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic Attic Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet Yeah Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek Ice Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet Bottom Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him Bitch I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy Bah She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry Ha Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy Uh I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad Uh Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static Hey Verse 2: Blac Youngsta Ice on my neck, cold like a 'frigerator Cold Heavy Camp still run it like a generator Oh I don't fuck with your boyfriend, he been a hater No Only time my niggas talk at the dinner table Talk I'm in the projects, right where they steal the cable It took a process Yeah, for me to get some paper Gang I caught a body, you owe me a favor Bitch My lawyer squashed it, then we celebrate it You know I'm a boss now, you know you lost now You wanna book a show, you know it cost now You wanna run to me, I'm in the vault now I'm with my ex-bitch, who you gon' cross now I got niggas in the penitentiary, they locked down Young niggas lookin' up to me, I'm Pac now Back then, I was long guns, I'm stock now Lately, I been sellin' dope, I'm finna stop now Chorus: Blac Youngsta & Moneybagg Yo Boy Nigga, boy, you better back it What Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' Nope I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic Skrt Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic Bah Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted Ugh He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy Nope Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic Attic Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet Yeah Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek Ice Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet Bottom Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him Bitch I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy Bah She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry Ha Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy Uh I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad Uh Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static Hey, gang, gang