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Moneybagg Yo - Trending [Federal 3]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Producer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up Haha Federal, ugh ugh I'm trending My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending She say I'm a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, lord forgive me for sinning I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why niggas envy Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I'm trending Ah shit, ah shit Yeah, I'm on some boss shit I'm fuckin' the game good and I just came in it I'm on some raw shit I'm fuckin' your bitch and she grabbin' and clutchin' on me Like she a crawfish These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at 'em Spray at 'em, I'm on some Off! shit You used to be cool, you used to be aight Now you my enemy Got an all black draco with a hundred some shots for 'em I can shoot for infinity I won't go back and for dissing you on no internet That shit take too much energy Everybody know that I trained you Daniel San, you like my mini-me I'm still hood with it I pulled up at Church's and got me a two piece, I'm ridin' in a two seat With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie I really did run up some change, them facts Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act Why you tryn' come for me, damn relax The burner click clack, your brains go splat I'm trending My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending She say I'm a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, lord forgive me for sinning I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why niggas envy Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I'm trending That lil money you gettin' ain't shit to me I just counted four hundred large nigga I'm with some hitters that don't give a fuck They gon' leave your ass scarred nigga Why MoneyBagg run the rap game? I don't know, should ask God nigga I got your bitch, she open for me I just had a menage with her Two bitches one me, that's three federal Two stacks on the Cartier's, I can see better I'm draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y'all Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout whoever I bought some choppers with clips that curve on 'em Just like that C letter Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out Big as Coachella Ah shit, ah shit I got them bands on me, they marching I hit the kushy then pop me a perky Now I'm kickin' shit with the martians Pluto, Mars, no Bruno I'm number one like my name was Uno She gave me head, no Nu Gro Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey I'm trending My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending She say I'm a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, lord forgive me for sinning I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why niggas envy Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I'm trending I'm still hood with it I pulled up at Church's and got me a two piece, I'm ridin' in a two seat With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie I really did run up some change, them facts Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act Why you tryn' come for me, damn relax The burner click clack, your brains go splat
Writer(s): Dwan Avery, Demario White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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