Moneybagg Yo Collateral Damage

Real

I already know what I’m facing, I already know like

I know if you do this, this can come with that, that can come behind that

Federal, I don’t give a fuck

Just know that every action come with a reaction

Whatever you dish out you gotta get back

I said I was done with that drank, now I’m relapsing

I said I was done with that tec and the Act’

We take the dope out the ceilin’ and repack it

We take it out and finessin’ that

We can pop that shit off, ain’t with all the jaw jackin’

I ain’t with the talkin’ I ain’t with the talk

There’s a chance she catchin’ feelings if I fucked her

(Ugh ugh) I swear that she might

There’s a chance she can cross me out if I trust her

I don’t wanna do that

I know there’s a chance the bomb ain’t landin’

I got my fingers crossed, man I hope

This shit gotta happen, collateral damage

Fuck how it turn out, this shit gotta happen, yeah

Yeah I’ve been peppin’ these niggas out here with the slick hate

(Niggas out here down’ a whole lot of hatin’)

Walk around with that cake on me like it’s my b-day

(I got them hunnids and now I’m head honcho)

Move around and I’m with some hitters out of VA

(I’m with some hitters, they out of Virginia)

GO with your mood and get burnt like a cremate

Fuck how it is, fuck how they turn out

I’m e’rywhere with my strap out (E’rywhere)

They lookin’ at me like, “Damn he bookin””

I’m in the bank with the pack out (Right now)

He goes right nigga ’til he threw a cross

I was blind to it, I would throw it off

Never again ‘fore I take a loss

Lord, forgive me, gotta knock out his thoughts

These niggas must think I’m a hoe or somethin’

Sendin’ threats like I’ma foldTreadmill, they goin’ nowhere fast

And they mad ’cause I’m the one that God chose

Got the streets on lock, figure four

Real Snow, hoe might catch a cold

Prometh’ got me movin’ slow

And the trap work’ out, cardio

Just know that every action come with a reaction

Whatever you dish out you gotta get back

I said I was done with that drank, now I’m relapsing

I said I was done with that tec and the Act’

We take the dope out the ceilin’ and repack it

We take it out and finessin’ that

We can pop that shit off, ain’t with all the jaw jackin’

I ain’t with the talkin’ I ain’t with the talk

There’s a chance she catchin’ feelings if I fucked her

(Ugh ugh) I swear that she might

There’s a chance she can cross me out if I trust her

I don’t wanna do that

I know there’s a chance the bomb ain’t landin’

I got my fingers crossed, man I hope

This shit gotta happen, collateral damage

Fuck how it turn out, this shit gotta happen

My girl said she gon’ fuck both of us up

Now that’s the collateral damage

We fuck then she tryna cross both of us up

You know I won’t let that shit happen

I cut that hoe off, now she outta luck

She steady DM’n my family

Now that’s the collateral damage

All that fake shit, man, I Swear I can’t stand it

All you want is respect and you know I won’t hand it

If I want him dead, you know I demand it

Consequences, man I knew what could happen

I told that nigga chill out wit’ that cappin’

Snatch my chain, we gon’ end up ramblin’

Up in the club, his homie, I stamp him

Television Ain’t no televised

The way that we livin’, ain’t on no channel

Might did ya who in the North with no Phantom

Osama bin Laden, I ride on no camel

I catch ’em, go straight to my feeling’s like damn ’em

Punch on a bitch,h ad to pay her then bandit

Pocket full of all white dead bandit

They want me to tell, I ain’t sayin’ it

I know it gon’ come with this shit

If I up and hit your ass with a cannon

Just know that every action come with a reaction

Whatever you dish out you gotta get back

I said I was done with that drank, now I’m relapsing

I said I was done with that tec and the Act’

We take the dope out the ceilin’ and repack it

We take it out and finessin’ that

We can pop that shit off, ain’t with all the jaw jackin’

I ain’t with the talkin’ I ain’t with the talk

There’s a chance she catchin’ feelings if I fucked her

(Ugh ugh) I swear that she might

There’s a chance she can cross me out if I trust her

I don’t wanna do that

I know there’s a chance the bomb ain’t landin’

I got my fingers crossed, man I hope

This shit gotta happen, collateral damage

Fuck how it turn out, this shit gotta happen

Moneybagg Yo Appeal

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

I popped a pill then I popped another one

I copped a chain and I copped another one

The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one

Just got a crib, now I want another one

Baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one

I told her I wasn’t gon’ have no more kids

I fucked around and had another one

These bitches ain’t shit, why the fuck is you cuffin’ ’em

Why the fuck is you lovin’ ’em?

These bitches gon’ fuck any nigga with a name

Tell me why the fuck you trustin’ ’em

I got to sneak a tool in the club so I’m tuckin’ em

You play, I’m bustin’ ’em

If you got the drank I’m a loyal customer

I bought a pint and bought another one

I know that’s your friend but I was just tempted

Fuck me so good I flew her to Memphis

I told you I’m sorry bae, I was just tripping

I know I was out of place, I was just slipping

Like a wave flow, full of petrol

At the awards show in some retros

Hitters with me on ready set go

Trap still boomin’ like it’s Metro

Keep the tool on me, Home Depot

Three bitches with me, now that’s Cee Lo

I’m Bread Gang, I might catch a R.I.C.O

Ice on me, I’ma need a peacoat

Light show techno, the way my neck glow

Ask my white bitch, she like heck no

Like a wave flow the way her neck scroll

Got her number, say you down to deepthroat

The bitch ain’t got nothin’ good to me, but I want another one

I don’t know what it is ’bout that AP but I want another one

This foreign coupe got me feelin’ like Khaled, I want another one

I blew a bankroll yesterday, woke up to another one

I popped a pill then I popped another one

I copped a chain and I copped another one

The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one

Just got a crib, now I want another one

Baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one

I told her I wasn’t gon’ have no more kids

I fucked around and had another one

These bitches ain’t shit, why the fuck is you cuffin’ ’em

Why the fuck is you lovin’ ’em?

These bitches gon’ fuck any nigga with a name

Tell me why the fuck you trustin’ ’em

I got to sneak a tool in the club so I’m tuckin’ em

You play, I’m bustin’ ’em

If you got the drank I’m a loyal customer

I bought a pint and bought another one

My pockets fat, yours anorexic

I fucked her and fucked on her bestie

And she ain’t ’bout shit but she sexy

And get straight to the point when she sext me

I went and pulled up to the dealer

Hopped out the Benz coupe and hopped in the Wraith

And I still drive that V12 Aston Martin, nigga you don’t wanna race

I’m tryna duck the feds but at the same time feed my kids

I’m on the road doin’ shows now, gotta thank God for the gift

I got a main bitch but at the same time tryna fuck with another bitch

I’m tryna keep focused, at the same time wanna crash like fuck this shit

I’m tryna balance it all out, all out

I’m tryna balance it all out

I’m tryna balance it all out, all out

I’m tryna balance it all out

I face a blunt and I pop a perc

And I sip the drink ’til it’s all out

Niggas wan’ try me ’cause I’m in position

I want to load it up and draw done

I popped a pill then I popped another one

I copped a chain and I copped another one

The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one

Just got a crib, now I want another one

Baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one

I told her I wasn’t gon’ have no more kids

I fucked around and had another one

These bitches ain’t shit, why the fuck is you cuffin’ ’em

Why the fuck is you lovin’ ’em?

These bitches gon’ fuck any nigga with a name

Tell me why the fuck you trustin’ ’em

I got to sneak a tool in the club so I’m tuckin’ em

You play, I’m bustin’ ’em

If you got the drank I’m a loyal customer

I bought a pint and bought another one

Moneybagg Yo Judgment

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

Damn

Like when a nigga be tryna be like

One count away, you know what I’m sayin’

The streets kinda pull a nigga back in man, damn

Shit be crazy as fuck man

They can’t win from losing at this shit man, but you know

I was built for the pressure

Word on the street they want pressure so let’s get it

Clutching on the Glock as I ride through my city

All the silent beef I ain’t with it, nigga admit it

Let off shots, ain’t hit shit, they think we don’t know who did it

Retaliation a must, when we do it’s man down

Grrr, I ain’t selfish, give his ass a hundred rounds

Get out that water, you don’t know how to swim, you bound to drown

Red dot on top of your nose like bozo, we ’bout to clown

I saw the change coming, all this shit I invented

How you gon’ knock a man for making his own decision?

Same nigga, ain’t shit really changed but my image

I had to get that bread off the ground like a pigeon

Remember coming up I used to rock the fake ice

Stood on the block them late nights, asking god to get me right

Remember shooting my shot at hoes, them bitches was uptight

Now that they know a nigga worth it, hoes fuck the first night

Moment of truth

Everything I say I’ma do, I’m who them bitches gon’ choose

I’m who the trappers salute

This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth

I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too

I’m in the field with the troops

This a moment of truth

Ayy this a moment of truth

I’m peepin’ all the shit niggas sayin’ in these songs

I made a couple moves, they look at me like I’m wrong

But last time I checked I’m 26, ain’t that grown?

And last time I checked my niggas ride right or wrong

Had to hustle just to eat, got my knowledge out the street

All my sons they a beast (all four, I love ’em dearly)

I hope my daughters never ever meet a nigga like me

I ain’t shit to your mamas, always took them through that drama

They didn’t understand a nigga, I was runnin’ up them commas

Booked up for the last two summers, making plays off a bundle

Now I’m hotter than a sauna, people’s choice like I’m Obama

They say money made me dumber, just wanna see me fumble

Moment of truth

Everything I say I’ma do, I’m who them bitches gon’ choose

I’m who the trappers salute

This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth

I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too

I’m in the field with the troops

This a moment of truth

Ayy this a moment of truth

Fuck dude, he a lil hater and I noticed that

I ain’t goin’ like you might think and I’ma show you that

Different bankroll every time I blink, see I get dough like that

The Hi-Tech all a nigga drink ‘less I run ‘cross that Act

Stay in your place, step out of line and get you buried

You gotta think smart, play your cards solitary

I made sacrifices, went against my hood for CMG

Didn’t sell my soul for money, I just saw shit that they didn’t see

Rap game wouldn’t accept me ’cause I wasn’t pretend

I kicked the door down like SWAT ’cause they wouldn’t let me in

I’m out the jungle for sure, made it out the lion’s den

Sometimes it feel like the end of the row, Boyz II Men

Moment of truth

Everything I say I’ma do, I’m who them bitches gon’ choose

I’m who the trappers salute

This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth

I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too

I’m in the field with the troops

This a moment of truth

Moneybagg Yo Da City

[Yo Gotti:]

I come from a city where niggas will hate you for anything

I come from a city where niggas will kill you ’bout anything

I come from a city where niggas be tellin’ ’bout anything

I come from a city, your enemies they be your niggas man

I come from a city where bitches will fuck you for anything

Niggas be talkin’ ’bout plugs but really the middle man

I come from the kitchen, put on for my city, I did it man

These chances I’m taking ain’t worth it but I gotta get it man

My love to the hood

Thanks for making me savage

Thanks to my mama and daddy for raising me like a lil gangster

And giving me that banger when I was too young to have it

Yeah, I was too young to have it

Five bricks, I was too young to manage

Thank god mom was so dumb and gambling

Feds came, watching my pops and them vanish

I want to say thank you but I hate you

I talk to the dope like why they make you?

Mama told me they gon’ come and take you

But don’t let them people ever break you

And no thank you, I’m famous

No thank you, I’m good

No thank you, know your intentions

I’m with my same crew and we see straight through you

I’m with my same bitch, I been with her since high school

They say when you get big watch your city turn they back on you

They so fake, drop a hit and watch how quick they get back on you

Shit crazy for real

I come from a city where niggas will hate you for anything

I come from a city where niggas will kill you ’bout anything

I come from a city where niggas be tellin’ ’bout anything

I come from a city, your enemies they be your niggas man

I come from a city where bitches will fuck you for anything

Niggas be talkin’ ’bout plugs but really the middle man

I come from the kitchen, put on for my city, I did it man

These chances I’m taking ain’t worth it but I gotta get it man

[Moneybagg Yo:]

Niggas’ll see a nigga who done robbed and shot at ’em, and won’t do shit

But don’t let ’em hear you fucking these hoes though

He gon’ kill you ’bout that bitch

Ayy where I come from they don’t like to see you winning

Shining on top of your bid

They say you didn’t do it but really you did

This shit so crazy, they respect the snitches

Yeah, streets ain’t got no love for a nigga

I been told you that

If you in my city, where you at

You gotta have you a strap

Cause they robbing over nothing

Killing ’cause they struggling

I swear it’s a real jungle

A lot of tears from mamas

When it’s gon’ stop, sometimes I just wonder

You’ll see him one day, then he dead the next night

Bitches mean enough to fight and beef on social sites

From the trenches where a nigga come from

Came up, never gave up

Lost love, got so many

Guess I’m just a product of my city

[Yo Gotti:]

I come from a city where niggas will hate you for anything

I come from a city where niggas will kill you ’bout anything

I come from a city where niggas be tellin’ ’bout anything

I come from a city, your enemies they be your niggas man

I come from a city where bitches will fuck you for anything

Niggas be talkin’ ’bout plugs but really the middle man

I come from the kitchen, put on for my city, I did it man

These chances I’m taking ain’t worth it but I gotta get it man