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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
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Real Red
Real Red
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
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Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

DMac got me too bangin' Man, I ain't told a lie yet Shit, why would I? Go Had ran outta Za, couldn't find no more Got served by a nigga I robbed before (robbed before) Dosed off in a designer store (sleep) Too much Wock, I was soundin' slow (soundin' slow) Talk too much, I silence you (silence) I don't hear nothin', it's quiet for you (shhh) I done lost all respect for you (uh) That's worse than a nigga being mad at you (swear) Watchin' Ja Morant get 44 points Courtside, in FedEx Forum with the fire (on me) I fuck around and got caught up, my name got brought up 'Member that time in Dubai? (Lonely) I had to try 'em one time with the devil I got for the low but they go for the half (finesse 'em) I'm lovin' both of my bitches the same It's hard to explain, they both in a tie (I can't explain) Went where it's at, had to shoot to the bank His price a lil' high but he front what I bag (front what I get) Walk-in your trap and take over your trap Just ended the drought 'cause your city was dry (dry) When you get hold to some money They gon' find a reason to hate you, I'm tellin' you now (what?) Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (nah) Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (least I ain't) Can't tolerate no fuck shit Put some bread on your head like a biscuit Nigga I ain't touch him, I ain't do shit physically Choppa cook a nigga, leave his ass rotisserie Bruh you can get her back when she finish with me (sure) Shit true, me and her got history At this point in my life, I don't lie to no bitch Diss me, gon' deal with it, deal with it (why lie?) Who stamped you niggas? (Huh?) Just now hearin' shit 'bout you niggas (red) Get chased down, chasin' clout lil' nigga (bah, bah, bah) Get 'em gone, got the utmost respect for my hitters (go) Ear to the streets, mind on murder (word) Brain in the clouds, high as a hurdle (up) Tri-color chains these diamonds shurple (bricks) Hoe went bananas, I had to curve her, least I ain't lie (ha) Went where it's at, had to shoot to the bank His price a lil' high but he front what I bag (front what I get) Walk-in your trap and take over your trap Just ended the drought 'cause your city was dry (dry) When you get hold to some money They gon' find a reason to hate you, I'm tellin' you now (what?) Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (nah) Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (least I ain't) Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie
Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White Jr., Dyllan Mckinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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