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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter
Robert Reese
Robert Reese
Songwriter
Theodore Thomas
Theodore Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Loopholes
The Loopholes
Producer
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Back to the basics (Back to the basics) I can't escape it, no (Nah) They like they understand me better when I speak it raw (Talk) I'm thinkin' 'bout how deep it get from diggin' in my thoughts (Woah) But then again, I already know what come with bein' a boss (Big bag) I'm whisperin' in her ear (What?) Sayin', "I love you, I'ma do better," kissin' her lips Buy her a bag, then we fuck, she like, "Boy, you a trip" (Haha) "Why you think you can fix everything with your dick and gifts?" (It's always worked before) Barely say no to my kids, been like that since I birthed 'em (Yeah) DeMoney a spittin' image of me, his mama say I cursed him Changes and blessings come with time 'cause that's what life bring (So what?) Didn't understand that shit clear enough 'til I made Spring (My daughter) I got bitches lyin' on my name, tryin' they best to get some clout Niggas think it's Swisher Sweet until I break them choppers out (Brrt) Family never asked for my number, but now they reachin' out (Ha) Post a picture with some money, they screenshot it, tryin' to count I ain't fuckin' with no rap niggas, I'm stickin' to the plan (What's that?) Came in with my day ones, that's how I'ma leave (Who that?) Tavo, Danjoe, G (Three), been through it all with me (All) Sat on the bench beside me, it's a must they ball with me Shit don't even be what it look like, it just be seemin' perfect (I swear) Sometimes I ask, "Where the love at?" but that don't mean I'm searchin' (Searchin') I hate that I gave it attention knowin' it didn't deserve it (I'm booked) Did a diagnostics check and all my buttons workin' (It's up) Why you tellin' her the business when you go and lay up with her? (Huh?) I ain't talkin' to no pillow, especially not about my nigga Take a certain type of nigga to relate to what I'm feelin' I'm just ventin' to myself, smokin', starin' at the ceilin' (Vibin') I'm gangsta from the heart (Heart), started from the gutter Robbin' niggas, stealin' cars, I'm so glad I played it smart (Smart) I'm gangsta from the heart (Heart), beat the odds a million times The struggle made a star, make 'em feel it bar for bar (Go) Told 'em (I called and tried to tell 'em) Didn't believe me, so I showed 'em I'm smashin' on the gas, got no plans of pullin' over Wrap my hands around my arm, got the world in my palms Forced me to go numb, I give 'em cold shoulder You dead to me, I had to go stiff Overtime, puttin' in long hours (What?) I don't come off the shift (Come off the shift) They hate so hard in my neighborhood, wanna do me like Nip Pray I ain't lookin' at a friend if I gotta empty the clip (Boom, boom) Talk to Gotti on the phone, he like, "Look, bro, leave it alone" (Please) But I can't stay away, the trenches where I feel at home (Home) I do it first, they gravitate, these rap niggas my protégé I never hate (Never) .762s penetrate (Brrr) Drums sound like an 808 (Brrr), boom (Boom) She went against the rules, fucked the opposition dude (Ooh) I know we ain't together, but I still don't feel it's cool Guess you ran outta weapons 'cause now you tryna use my son Everything don't need a response, I'm just done I'm gangsta from the heart (Heart), started from the gutter Robbin' niggas, stealin' cars, I'm so glad I played it smart (Smart) I'm gangsta from the heart (Heart), beat the odds a million times The struggle made a star, make 'em feel it bar for bar (Go) Told 'em (I called and tried to tell 'em) Didn't believe me, so I showed 'em I'm smashin' on the gas, got no plans of pullin' over Wrap my hands around my arm, got the world in my palms Forced me to go numb, I give 'em cold shoulder
Writer(s): Theodore Thomas, Robert Reese, Javar Rockamore, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Dyllan Mckinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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