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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Songwriter
Rondreze Hicks
Rondreze Hicks
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Kevion Bruce
Kevion Bruce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
Rjayyslamming
Rjayyslamming
Producer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
T-HEAD
T-HEAD
Recording Engineer

Songteksten

One day I was at 'Bagg house, shit He just counted out like seven hundred thou' He was like, "I ain't doin' this to stunt on you I'm doin' this to motivate you" Shit, I left his house, I felt like I needed to get some more money I'on't know what he tryna tell me, it's like, "I don't know" At the top, this shit get scary, shit get lonely I couldn't watch lil' bruh get buried, why he made me miss that jet? I overslept, she pulled my heart out of my chest That's what I felt, ain't tryna argue on the 'net I told 'em, "Do something, say less" Go, what they want me to do, say fuck all my success? Make it make sense, I'm just focused on millions, I ain't duckin' racks (no) Gotta confess, hate bein' famous, but I'm blessed (fo' sho') This shit so bittersweet, remind me of my ex Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (that shit hurt, man) Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (that shit hurt, man) Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (that shit hurt, man) Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (for real) Speak, it might get hard on a nigga, but hell, I gotta do it (I gotta) Had a Impala, now this car come with the stars to it (come on) Forever up about my gang, you know I'm stuck on it (forever) Streets know what's up, won't say no name, we just gon' push on that (go) I got a Glock, I got a Drac', I got a fully (both of 'em, brr) He rep' Bread Gang and the army, got a deal on bullets (real soldier) He stay ready, kept a mask on and a hoodie (militant) Knew how to move so never got caught when he pulled it (nuski) I'm sippin' syrup raw (raw) They tryna blame me for his death, talkin' 'bout it's my fault (shit crazy) I'm having deep thoughts (huh) I barely smile, you would think I'm crazy how much my teeth cost (sheesh) Counted four hundred in a Trackhawk that my bitch bought (Ari) It's been hard to get sleep I gotta put some up 'bout you 'cause you'll do it for me (for real) Shit been crazy since you been gone, I even fell out with Dree Even though I ain't like it at first, I'm glad that you left me a niece (you left me Kai) I wanna love, but I'm damaged, I wanna get closer with Tammy I barely talk to my family, I'm ducked off 'cause of my status Did a song with Mary J, I'm nominated for a Grammy I go through shit like you, sometimes I act like I'm happy Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (that shit hurt, man) Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (that shit hurt, man) Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (that shit hurt, man) Hurt man, that shit hurt, man (for real)
Writer(s): Milan Modi, James Maddocks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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