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INTERPRÉTATION
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Chant
Future
Future
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
Paroles/Composition
Taureon Hailey
Taureon Hailey
Paroles/Composition
Robert Gullatt
Robert Gullatt
Paroles/Composition
Iriia Tsurusaki
Iriia Tsurusaki
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Drumgod
Drumgod
Production
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Ingénierie de prise de son
T-HEAD
T-HEAD
Ingénierie de prise de son
Young Culture Beats
Young Culture Beats
Production

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(SkyDiddy) (Drop that shit, T-Head) Yeah (hold up), park the Rolls truck (skrrt) Why not pull up Lambo' car and pop it with the doors up? (Low) This shit got colossal, I got models tryna pay me to fuck (hahaha) Tell her the price done went up (up) It's gon' cost more than a buck Know that shit gon' be hot, it got my name on this chronic Drivin' slow now, but the car go zero to 60 if I punch it She wake up and munch it Let me pull yo' hair, take off that bonnet (uh) Don't catch me speakin' on no M, nigga, you ain't gon' know if I done done it Or done sent it I'm celebratin' what I accomplished, I'ma pop it constantly (constantly) Flew this bad bitch in from London, she like how I'm comin' (bad) Dressin' snazzy, talkin' country, got her hooked on phonics (throw) Call me toxic, but she can't keep me from out her stomach (love this shit) I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (safe) Fuckin' her for years, she can't post my pic (she can't) Five deep, ridin' 'round with ten stick (ten stick) Slide through, come back, hit your bitch (come) Yeah, I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (it's all they want) Fuckin' her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it) Finger itchin', tryna hit somethin' with that switch (frrt-frrt) Slide through, come back, took your bitch (gone) Bitch ain't speakin' on the business, keep it low Snatch a whip, that's a double R, Rolls-Royce truck (where?) In my ear, penthouse, I see the city when I'm hittin' that bitch from the back, big dawg (what happened?) I can be out the country and get you whacked (what?) Bitch look up to me like God, I can't wait to kill her throat (bad) I got mind control on bitches, I don't have to use a remote These lil' niggas on go (go), they Swiss cheese and a rat (rat) They can't wait to up the score, a hundred rounds, hundred racks (where) All I do is break them hundos off and fuck her like I'm broke (broke) You bet' not cry in this Phantom, bitch, you know where you belong (the streets) Buy the average ones some jewelry, I made that bitch the one (where?) Hoes requestin' for that toxic dick, that's all these bitches want (brrt) I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (safe) Fuckin' her for years, she can't post my pic (she can't) Five deep, ridin' 'round with ten stick (ten stick) Slide through, come back, hit your bitch (come) Yeah, I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (It's all they want) Fuckin' her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it) Finger itchin', tryna hit somethin' with that switch (frrt-frrt) Slide through, come back, took your bitch (gone)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Cash, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Thomas Walker, Robert Gullat, Will Boyette, Iriia Tsurusaki, Taureon Hailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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