Moneybagg Yo Right Now

I’m counting faces, ducking cases

I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places

I’m counting faces, ducking cases

I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places

I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now

I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now

I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank God I’m here right

I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now

It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now

All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now

It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga that’s incarcerated

Before I did he said I’ll make it

I had big dreams, he know I’ll chase ’em

Told me don’t rush it, just have patience

Only drink heavy, hear it in my conversation

I get at the paper with no limitations

Only fuck with my niggas, I’m segregated

They’ll knock that shit off with no hesitation right now

I’m on my high horse shit right now

You the asphalt, I’m in the sky

All you seen was a foreign machine

If I pull off and ride by right now

I ain’t got one, I got two bitches right now

One of ’em say that she doin’ me right now

Other one don’t know what to do with me right now, right now, right now

I’m counting faces, ducking cases

I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places

The bitches I’m fuckin’ ain’t no basic

I’m draped in this Gucci, Rachel Davis, yeah

My Rollie be flooded with carats right now

I feel a lil jazzy right now

I’m fuckin’ the baddest right now

She callin’ me zaddy right now, hey

I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now

I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now

I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank God I’m here right

I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now

It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now

All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now

It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

When I be on the road and I look out the window I be thinkin’ ’bout Sleepy and Lo

I be thinkin’ ’bout where I was at ‘fore I started gettin’ 20K for a show

I’m in position right now

So I chop up the check with my woes

We got millionaire squad goals

And we not fallin’ out ’bout these hoes, for real

They label me the hottest in it right now

They probably mad ’cause I’m winning right now

Or ’cause I’m ballin’ and they benchin’ right now

I’m grippin’ the semi for tension right now

Your bitch feel me and she with me right now

You tip her but she say I do it better

I’m like fuck a purse, diamonds are forever

Got her shining hard, padded leather, ooh

I ain’t gon’ lie, right now I’m on a couple drugs

Got me super geeked up

I walk to the car while I’m clutching my heater

‘Cause niggas want stripes like a pair of Adidas

Won’t get ’em off me though

I’m sending shots out, DJ

Now it’s holes in your shirt like Kanye West clothes

I’m solid as they come, I’ll never fold

I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now

I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now

I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank God I’m here right

I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now

It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now

All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now

It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

Moneybagg Yo HOE House

I issue dope out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost niggas, I pour more out

Ain’t your business, stay in your lane

Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout

All that back and forth talkin’

If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah

That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’

I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

You ain’t my kind, pussy stand in line

Don’t call my phone, when you do I hit decline

See shots gon’ go out, they gon’ ask me ’bout my whereabouts

I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth

Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I’m at Pappadeaux

I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don’t ever close

I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin’ with dracos

If they catch a charge don’t worry ’bout it, bonds I make those

Thumbin’ through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro

I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I’m Rambo

Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that’s my famo

I handle wicks like a candle

Pull a drive-by out a Lambo

I issue dope out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost niggas, I pour more out

Ain’t your business, stay in your lane

Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout

All that back and forth talkin’

If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah

That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’

I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

Indictment time, niggas out here droppin’ dimes

I’m somewhere layin’ low with my feet up on recline

Don’t pay no mind, I’m just worried ’bout me and mine

You wasn’t straight from the start

You a fraud, I peeped the signs

You lil niggas so behind

You need to catch up like Heinz

Diamonds, ooh they shinin’

Invested fifty in my time

I walk in Christian Loub’s, spike on my shoe like porcupine

Hitters in the trap spot, holdin’ choppers, lookin’ out blinds, yeah

I’m on the grind, ooh I been runnin’ up iron, yeah

My watch ain’t regular, I got them pointers in mine

I got a ho that’s a dime, she never get out of line

She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn

She can get fired

I issue dope out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost niggas, I pour more out

Ain’t your business, stay in your lane

Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout

All that back and forth talkin’

If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah

That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’

I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

Moneybagg Yo Doin 2 Much

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

I got a thang for bitches

Ion really hang with bitches

But if you see me with em, 9 times outta 10 I’m banging them bitches

All we do is fuck! But she say we don’t do it enough

Calling my phone, going ham

Damn Pam you be doin 2 much

All on my instagram, tryna spazz out you be doing 2 much

Wanna screenshot while we facetime, you be doin 2 much

Got me on speakerphone round yo friends?

Hoe you really doin 2 much

All at my shows, pulling on my clothes hoe you really doing to much

Bitch thought she had a blessing, hoe lied like she pregnant

To tell the truth she was messy, screenshotting our messages

Ain gon lie, I hit ‘er a couple times

I really was thirsty tho!

She was one of them bitches you hit in the morning, like ” Come to the door!”

Resting her eyes while she drive, she coming str8 to me

She put that rachet pussy, head on me

Nigga I’m going str8 to sleep

I tried to tell a phony, she a phony

I can’t have fucking with you on my name

We started off cool but then the shit changed

I give her good dick, that fuck her up brain

Hold up, hold up lil bitch you tripping out

I gotta bitch at the house

You not my style

With that adapt, I stopped fucking with you

Had to cut you off, like some scissors a do

Ain got lie, yo like action was clutch but you was doin 2 much!

Telling yo friends what we got going on, bitch keep that onna hush

I got a thang for bitches

Ion really hang with bitches

But if you see me with em, 9 times outta 10 I’m banging them bitches

All we do is fuck! But she say we don’t do it enough

Calling my phone, going ham

Damn Pam you be doin 2 much

All on my instagram, tryna spazz out you be doing 2 much

Wanna screenshot while we facetime, you be doin 2 much

Got me on speakerphone round yo friends?

Hoe you really doin 2 much

All at my shows, pulling on my clothes hoe you really doing to much

[Yo Gotti:]

I fell in love with Keisha

I had a thang for Tamika

That hoe was asking to much, she made it hard to keep it

I had a Minaj for cheaper

I had a garage of reefer

When you get money everybody begging, make you start dodging people

I use to be robbing people, these bitches be charging people

I had a lil bitch at the mall, so bad

I went to her job to meet her

I still be lying to bitches, these niggas be crying to bitches

These niggas be doin 2 much, these bitches be trying these niggas

Thesee niggas be stressing, these hoes be messy but ion be giving a fuck

I don’t wanna talk to you, I don’t wanna kick it or give a you band to fuck

She caught me slipping, she took a picture

Then sent that shit to her friends (GroupText)

He fell asleep in that pussy again

He fell asleep in that pussy again

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

I got a thang for bitches

Ion really hang with bitches

But if you see me with em, 9 times outta 10 I’m banging them bitches

All we do is fuck! But she say we don’t do it enough

Calling my phone, going ham

Damn Pam you be doin 2 much

All on my instagram, tryna spazz out you be doing 2 much

Wanna screenshot while we facetime, you be doin 2 much

Got me on speakerphone round yo friends?

Hoe you really doin 2 much

All at my shows, pulling on my clothes hoe you really doing to much

Moneybagg Yo Stand Down

Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)

Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)

Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yea she get it now)

So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

They didn’t wanna hold a nigga like me down (they didn’t)

I had to get they fake ass from round (move)

I went and loaded my choppa with rounds

I copped two foreigns to shit on the town (skrrt)

Water on me you might fuck round and drown (water)

Stayed down elevated my sound

Get put in your place tryna come for my crown

You ain’t taking nothin put that on my child

You gon see diamonds when I crack a smile (ha)

Can’t fuck with these hoes they foul

Insecure niggas say they been fuckin with me (insecure)

Back then my number they wouldn’t even dial (pussy)

I keep having dreams of niggas getting murked

Grandma telling me I should go to church (amen)

I make my bitch mad went bought her a purse

I’m so up a Xan can’t work (I’m up there, up there)

Come from nothing now I done ran it up (I ran it up, ran it up)

I’m high as fuck why you say that skeet while I’m standing up (ugh)

I count that money up 3 times and then I band it up (band that shit up)

Neck and wrist it brought the sun out got yo bitch tanning up (ugh ugh)

Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)

Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)

Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yeah she get it now)

So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

I’m in the party with choppas and 9s

Pick your head up when you see me next time (pussy)

She wanna link but I ain’t got the time ugh)

Walk in the room and [?] I shine (damn)

I’m the type to fuck the enemy bitch (ha)

Then go make a song bout the shit (what)

How she be calling and begging for dick (ugh ugh)

83 give a nigga that itch, I need to lay off the drugs (lay off the drugs)

I was fucked up when I hit the lick in Westwood, I cross out the plug (cross his ass out)

I keep the cannon like Nick (wildin’ out)

I drink the lean like I’m sick (ugh)

I be throwed like a pitch (throwed)

Moving slow as a bitch (woah)

I had to chop and get her ass out of there (out of there), she was way too dramatic (out of there)

Life I live cinematic (movie)

100 thou on a Patek (all cash)

Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down

Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down

Yeah, I put her on game she understand now

So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

Stand Down

Moneybagg Yo Neva Again

I don’t know where to start, I don’t know how to start

I don’t where to begin, fuck it I’m going straight in

I guess you mad because I choose the beats over the streets

Shit ain’t the same homie, thought you was my main homie

You put dirt on my name homie, got with niggas and changed on me

I keep that thang on me, better stay in your lane homie

Shit been going crazy since I started buzzin

I ain’t expect this shit from my cousin, it’s like

When I was at the bottom you was going hard to me

Now I’m on top and you don’t even talk to me

I started getting shows for 2500 a piece

And choppin it up, making sure all of us eat

You don’t want the best for me, you rather see me in jail or decease

You went that way cuz you wanted to, I fuck with you fuck nigga tell the truth

You pose to be right here with BGE, you pose to be with me ridin in the coupe

Niggas that I slicked? How?

On social sites talking foul

Saying how they gon do this and that

Saying shit they ain’t bout

Saying how I’m unloyal, saying how I ain’t keep it real

I’m the one to put you in position to make money, how I ain’t keep it real?

Saying how they made money, saying how they don’t fuck with him

Shit nigga, if it’s that easy, then let me see you make another one

Fronted me, I curved em, I was leaking I was hurtin’

Now I’m foreign whips swerving, coming thru the Jackson no Curtis

Niggas ain’t trustworthy, on the real steal from they friends

A bitch fucked me over, broke my heart and I told myself never again

See, a nigga like me done been through shit and gon’ go through shit

It’s just how you gon’ overcome that shit

See, I emerged from the mud, from the struggle

From the bottom for real

I put my heart and my soul into this shit here

I done dreamed and dreamed and wished and prayed

I get to the position I’m in today

See I done fucked over and been fucked over

It’s bad, what’s up with you my nigga

It’s sad, it’s coming from you my nigga

You rooting for niggas that won’t even give you a dime

I put in my effort and time to grind and shine

Niggas form my hood trippin’

But I’m still walking home, Tennessee with me

Niggas really in they feelings

Cuz I fuck with Gotti and big homie fuck with me

But it’s still Bread Gang and CMG

But it’s still Bread Gang and CMG

I don’t know where a nigga begin

It’s like the richer I get I’m losing my friends

You gotta watch these hoes, they some liars and then

Lay up with you, pretend and then fuck your friend

Neva again

Moneybagg Yo Have U Eva

I told ’em I’m chasing my dreams, I gotta live for my daughter (and my son)

A beast in these streets so these niggas can call me whatever they want to (ca’ ca’ call me whatever)

Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers and MACs and forties

These lil niggas talking and bluffing and bluffing, the wrong nigga called it

I tried and tried and tried, don’t nobody keep it one hunnid

This shit that I put on these beats, I either seen or done it

Have you eva witnessed a homi?

Have you eva served a dummy?

Have you eva been fronted? Down bad on your money?

All I ever wanted was a bundle and a bad bitch

Thirty round clip, shoot a movie like I’m Brad Pitt

Fifty thou-wow for a Rollie, never had shit

‘Nother forty K on the trunk, don’t feel embarrassed

I dropped a deuce in the soda

Draco can’t fit in a holster, don’t get too much closer

I go get flier than a poster

Cubans on me like Sosa, plugged in like I’m Sosa

Pimping like I’m Lamont Dozier

Now that I’m sober, told her it’s over

You turned your back on a nigga

Went AWOL all on me, thought you was my soldier

AR-15, semi-autos

Handguns with the red lasers

Ashed out, down bad

Knew I was gon’ get a bag later

She don’t like me, he don’t like me

Knew I was gonna have haters

Do a show and ice my kids out

I’m super loaded with the ends now

I told ’em I’m chasing my dreams, I gotta live for my daughter (and my son)

A beast in these streets so these niggas can call me whatever they want to (ca’ ca’ call me whatever)

Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers and MACs and forties

These lil niggas talking and bluffing and bluffing, the wrong nigga called it

I tried and tried and tried, don’t nobody keep it one hundred

This shit that I put on these beats, I either seen or done it

Have you eva witnessed a homi? Have you eva served a dummy?

Have you eva been fronted? Down bad on your money?

I’m so full of drank, you better not let me fall asleep bitch

Fuck me like you love me, I ain’t seen you in a week bitch

Watching out for niggas ’cause they out here on that slick shit

Handy with the tooly, I can fuck ’round, get you fixed quick

I do the dash in this mufucka’

I just might crash this mufucka’

Five grams in the Backwood, I won’t even pass this mufucka’

Acting rich, I don’t like Stephon

I used to trap at a Chevron

Fuck on her then get her hair done

Fake love, I don’t care none (nah)

These niggas used to that capping

I wasn’t lacking, I made it happen (real talk)

I tried to keep this shit street

You want attention, you made a status (yeah)

Conversation with my family

They understand me, just want a Grammy

Conversation with my plug

They coming in, I’m striking like Manny

I told ’em I’m chasing my dreams, I gotta live for my daughter (and my son)

A beast in these streets so these niggas can call me whatever they want to (ca’ ca’ call me whatever)

Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers and MACs and forties

These lil niggas talking and bluffing and bluffing, the wrong nigga called it

I tried and tried and tried, don’t nobody keep it one hundred

This shit that I put on these beats, I either seen or done it

Have you eva witnessed a homi?

Have you eva served a dummy?

Have you eva been fronted? Down bad on your money?

Moneybagg Yo Mitch

Man when I was a broke nigga I used to be like. When I get my money on, I’ma spend it on this, I’ma spend it on that. I always knew I was gonna get some money so I looked at it like practice. Like I was just getting ready for the bag, you know what I’m saying? Pratice you feel me

I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bitch

I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks

I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bitch

I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks

Look I just hit a lick, spend 250 on the whip

Another 50 on a trip just to fuck your bitch nigga

Just got a check, that bitch got 2, 3, commas

Look like an out of town number

I’m going hard for 2, 3, summers

I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bitch

I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks

Margiela king nigga, Balenciaga don nigga

I’m on my Blac Youngsta bitch when I’m young nigga

I’m money making Mitch, Ace Boogie with the bricks

I’m Calvin with the hits, I’ll come and take a nigga shit

Signed Blac Youngsta on a jet then I took him to the ‘jects

Then I gave the nigga a Lambo just to show him he was next

I’m charging 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back

60 if you triple that, if I say nickel that’s a 50 pack

I can talk dope all day, I can count money all day

You can fuck hoes all day, I’ma count it while y’all play

I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bitch

Need her ass hella thick, need her hair always fixed

Like my bitch’s hips hella wide

Tell ’em fuck a dime we don’t do the gym

Tell my niggas just keep it quiet, no back and forth gon’ go and see him

Niggas in the fed, niggas dead before I be a pussy before I go and join ’em

Niggas acting tough on the internet, somebody better go inform them

That I’m money making mitch, I got a whole lotta sticks

And I’m really with the shit, yeah I’m really with the shit

I’m with the shit, with the shit

I just copped the Wraith out the dealership

I just the stones in the Rolex

I fucked on your sister, your ho next

I look like the money, that’s no flex

I made a million off snow flakes

I don’t slow down in no time

I be on gas with no brakes

I be on gas with no brakes

I be on cash and no hate

I be on masks with AKs

And I’ma pull up if you don’t pay

Cause I’m money making Mitch, I want 30 for a brick

I want 100 for a show and I ain’t got nothing for a bitch

I ain’t riding no more purses, I ain’t do no more verses

I ain’t fucking with these niggas, have way more crosses than the churches

The doctors are the plugs and the trappers are the nurses

Is everybody popping pain killers? Is everybody hurting?

Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, does everybody got anxiety?

Trap house got variety, fuck wrong with society?

I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bitch

I got a 30 in my clip and I’ma hit you off the rip

Moneybagg Yo Super Fake

Man, fuck you fake ass niggas and bitches

Tay Keith, Bagg

Niggas hatin’, tell ’em quit it

But you gettin’ money, I don’t get it

You want smoke or you just acting?

Are you serious, I’m just asking

If you real then why pretend?

Maybe you tryna get under my skin

Maybe you don’t want to see me win

But I won’t fold and I won’t bend

Give me your cup, fill it with ice

A deuce in the red, put it in the Sprite

Walked in the club, turned on the lights

But it was just dark, so that was my ice

Chanel on my ten toes (toes)

Pinky ring like I pimp hoes (who you with?)

That bitch with me a nympho (she a freak)

Poppin’ percs like they Mentos (ugh ugh, woah)

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)

Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I’m just kickin’ shit)

She throwin’ fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)

I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)

Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)

Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I’m stupid paid, whoa)

I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y’all knew that)

How you gon’ bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

Came in the game with vengeance

Nigga left, I got right like Lorenzo (got right on)

Gucci my vision, my lenses

I ain’t fucked up ’bout the money, I spends it

I had a talk with the most high (G-O-D)

I walk around with the four five

I’m fresh to death like a dead guy (corpse)

They call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah

I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think ’bout it)

I could be still there so I’m thankful for this bag (amen)

Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling)

This might not mean nothin’ to you but I used to get food stamps

Hit her from the side, caught a cramp (ugh)

The pussy made me tap, it was damp (wet)

Yellow got me up like a ramp (up)

Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, what you rockin’?)

Yellow diamonds on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow)

Told her that I loved her, I’m too macaroni

Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)

Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I’m just kickin’ shit)

She throwin’ fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)

I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)

Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)

Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I’m stupid paid, whoa)

I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y’all knew that)

How you gon’ bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

I’m so fuckin’ thankful for the bag and shit

Pacific ocean bag, I got a water wrist

Haters make me made, that’s why my diamonds piss

Amen

Moneybagg Yo Perfect Bitch

Uh-uh-uh

Huh-uh-uh

She do somethin’ better than her, she do somethin’ better than the other one

She get crazy sometimes

Both of them together make the perfect bitch (both of them)

Wish I could have them both because I hate to pick (I hate this shit)

Complicated, situation delicate (so delicate)

Can you stop the allegations and the petty shit?

Can you change it up for me and make the perfect bitch?

Is you gon’ hold a nigga down through the worst of it?

Can you fix your attitude and make the perfect bitch? (the perfect one)

Can you switch it up for me and become the perfect bitch? (perfect one)

See one of my bitches is nice, the other one aggressive (ratchets)

The new one know her place but the old one get so possessive

I hate when they both don’t play their part, ooh that’s messy

I deal with so much shit in the streets, ooh don’t stress me

I can’t choose, both of y’all bad, I can’t lose

You call me bae, she call me zaddy

You tell me no, she automatic

And I love y’all both the same, and I know that’s crazy

Whoever leave me first, the other one she gon’ be my lady (yeah yeah)

If I took her attitude and your sex drive (what’d happen?)

And put it one bitch it would be so live (litty)

Maybe even perfect

If your spot was on the line, would you show me you deserve it?

Show me she ain’t worth it? (answer that)

Both of them together make the perfect bitch (both of them)

Wish I could have them both because I hate to pick (I hate this shit)

Complicated, situation delicate (so delicate)

Can you stop the allegations and the petty shit?

Can you change it up for me and make the perfect bitch?

Is you gon’ hold a nigga down through the worst of it?

Can you fix your attitude and make the perfect bitch? (the perfect one)

Can you switch it up for me and become the perfect bitch? (perfect one)

Would you hold me down like gravity if I got jammed?

If I gave it all up today would I still be your man? (answer that)

When we got together other bitches wasn’t in the plan

Now it’s like you my right but she my left hand (true story)

I need a machine I can tell what I need, and it create a bitch

Bad and bougie, not a basic bitch

My money good, I’ma pay for it (pay for it)

I know nobody is perfect, I’m just sayin’ what if (what?)

I could have who I want with, welcome to my fantasy

Don’t judge me (nah)

Both of them together make the perfect bitch (both of them)

Wish I could have them both because I hate to pick (I hate this shit)

Complicated, situation delicate (so delicate)

Can you stop the allegations and the petty shit?

Can you change it up for me and make the perfect bitch?

Is you gon’ hold a nigga down through the worst of it?

Can you fix your attitude and make the perfect bitch? (the perfect one)

Can you switch it up for me and become the perfect bitch? (the perfect one)

Moneybagg Yo Plea Deal

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

She like bae give me the game, I can handle the risk

Got me through the steps, put me to the test

She like when I crack smiles, she say it get her wet

She hate when I lose my temper, say shit I don’t regret

I’m just being a nigga, how real is that?

I fuck off when we beefin’, how real is that?

Make a promise I keep it, how real is that?

Pullin’ straight up when you need me, how real is that?

Stole her heart like a booster

She was tired of them brewsters

Now she with the winning circle, stood down on the losers

Ask her how much she love me

She like baby it’s crucial

She like I’ll go to war ’bout you, pull up and shoot a movie

I fuck off on you when on tour sometimes (I do it, I don’t know why though)

I might fly a bitch out but I don’t give her the time (I fly a bitch out but don’t fuck on her, go’n)

Ruth Criss where we used to go dine (remember that shit, just think about it)

Michael Jackson, do you remember the times? (remember that)

I’m tellin’ you how it is, tryna express how I feel

I get a little too emotional when I pop a few pills

Drank with me, crack the seals

Ice on me, let’s just chill

Asked her why the fuck she single, she like niggas ain’t real

She like bae give me the game, I can handle the risk

Got me through the steps, put me to the test

She like when I crack smiles, she say it get her wet

She hate when I lose my temper, say shit I don’t regret

I’m just being a nigga, how real is that?

I fuck off when we beefin’, how real is that?

Make a promise I keep it, how real is that?

Pullin’ straight up when you need me, how real is that?

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

You text my phone mad

Questioning, telling me some shit a bitch had said

I don’t got no flaws, admit when I’m wrong, now tell me how real is that

I be needing you wrong when I’m alone, I want you up in my bed

Need me to whip down, I’m only a call, I pull up wherever you at

You my lil gangster bitch, you always be talkin’ that gangster shit

You tellin’ me step and I don’t need no help

I be waitin’ on a nigga to play with me

You be feeling some way and don’t tell me shit

So how the fuck I’m ‘posed to know what you thinking?

So how the fuck I’m ‘posed to know how you feeling?

I don’t like to argue, you always be tripping

I get my backend from a show and I count it up with you

Now how real is that?

We flex on these hoes, and that shit right there they ain’t feelin’

We ain’t stoppin’ that

Broke up with my ex, I had left through a text

What I got with you I ain’t breaking up that

I hate to fly public, I pay for a jet

Whenever we together I won’t regret

[MoneyBagg Yo:]

She like bae give me the game, I can handle the risk

Got me through the steps, put me to the test

She like when I crack smiles, she say it get her wet

She hate when I lose my temper, say shit I don’t regret

I’m just being a nigga, how real is that?

I fuck off when we beefin’, how real is that?

Make a promise I keep it, how real is that?

Pullin’ straight up when you need me, how real is that?