Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
Drumgod
Drumgod
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Robert Gullatt
Robert Gullatt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumgod
Drumgod
Producer
Skywalker
Skywalker
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Ay, I'm in the relentless stage of this shit Once again, yeah Don't know how I talked 'bout money back when I was poor (How you do that?) Had to speak it to existence like a magic show (Abracadabra) Ain't never been selfish (Never, never) But I also never had shit (Never again) In my head, I wasn't average Smokin' lil' blunts but I never was embarrassed (Skimp) Never liked to play the game on easy Like you my attorney, no matter what, you believe me (Trust) Gettin' crossed cut deep, internal bleeding (Hurt) Bad vibes 'round me, I ain't need them (Nope) My niggas don't know this but sometimes (What?) I ride low-key with a big iron I just wanted to feel normal one time (One time) On life, I'ma go when it's crunch time (Take off) Exes in my DM, see them Look, I'm a whole new nigga (Look at me, ho) But it's always one bitch who stay down So I labeled her realer (Trill) I see you throwing shots on your Insta-Snap Ay, I don't fight hoes but can get you slapped (Play) You ain't living like that, bitch, chill out (Chill out) Ay, you ain't living like that, bitch, chill out (Hold up) Hoes dreamed to come up off a nigga They just looking at you as a ticket When they took the Act', it's like I lost my nigga You might say I'm trippin' but I miss it (I miss it) Had shootouts with a frenemy Thinking I'ma kill him when I catch him (On life) He got locked up by the grace of God If they let him out I'm getting at him (Ain't forget) Ay, fuck Moneybagg Yo, he a ho, he ain't never did shit He ain't this, he ain't that Ay, yeah, I hear you bitches talking Yeah, through the internet I'm everywhere they say I can't go I'm doing everything they said I wouldn't do I'ma keep my feet in these bitches' chest And I ain't letting up I got niggas in they feelings (How?) 'Cause I ain't giving out handouts (What else?) I got hoes pouring dirt on my name (Damn) 'Cause they know I got a bag now (What they do?) Tryna infiltrate the squad Making up shit, knowing it ain't accurate (Foul) Bitches be fucking for Jordans Thinking they important Knowing they ain't having shit (Ah) Just cleared three million, nose in the ceiling I ain't got no feelings (I'm up) And still fuck around, hamper full of dope You think it got clothes in it I'm in here now on some more shit (More shit) Diamonds ocean, they in motion (Water) I'm like Wiz how I'm smoking (Choke) Kush stinkin', halitosis (Woah, shit) Niggas fuck off but want they bitch perfect You bought her this and that, she ain't worth it Sacking up dope and shit but you ain't serve it Sing when that pressure on, you was nervous They see what I spend, I make 'em go in That high-class living a trend (Right now) How you gon' fold something that don't bend? (Huh?) Ay, I'm relentless again (I'm here) Ay, look, I'm back on it See I know what y'all thinking when I said, reset That that was just a title or some shit to y'all Nah, I'm talking about like I was really gon' put myself back At the beginning stage of the shit How I came in with that hunger, that aggression (Talk to 'em) Yeah, relentless
Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White Jr., Robert Labraunte Gullatt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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