This for The lyrics

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Slime, yeah
DMac got me too bangin'

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them b*tches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them n*ggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really they ain't
This for them n*ggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you know that she with it
I call her my ba-a-ae
These n*ggas ain't sh*t, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced hundreds on me
I'ma keep goin' in and it keep on comin'
Lotta faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big bank on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I do the dash any weather, young n*gga fly like propella' (Brrt)
DJ Khaled, man I need me another one
When we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no letter
NBA new Rockafella
These b*tches ain't sh*t, wanna suck on my di*k
Right after she f*cked my n*gga
She raising her voice I'ma bat her
She tell me to go I go faster
I think that I'm losing my stamina
I think that I need me a challenger
Back at it again, just me and twin
Tag teamin' her friend, we having her
She say that she real but I know that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't told me no cap in her
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them b*tches that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them n*ggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really they ain't
This for them n*ggas that really be trappin' up out the wra-a-aith
I married that choppa you know that she with it
I call her my ba-a-ae
These n*ggas ain't sh*t, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced hundreds on me
I'ma keep goin' in and it keep on comin'
Lotta faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big bank on me

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Too many bands in my bank account (No cap)
A lot of blue hunnits, a large amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that sh*t on the boat
When it come to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No Moneybagg, we living federal
n*ggas hate but they ain't on my level though
I swear that they nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on medical (Rrah)
I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith (Skrrt)
I told all my n*ggas: "It's no new friends", cause these n*ggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, thirty racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my n*ggas, they Crippin', they love them blue Benjis
I run that check up, I guess that's why they envy
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new Balencis
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy (Grrah)
My girl like the Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't f*ck with the Henny
These chains 'round my neck cost a brand new penny
If you try to come take it, get hit with a semi (Baow, baow, baow)
I want the money, I want designer
I want that b*tch cause she look finer
I want the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts with Givenchy (Sauce)
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He forgot I was on, man I had to remind him (Oh)
I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, perfect timing
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them b*tches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them n*ggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really they ain't
This for them n*ggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you know that she with it
I call her my ba-a-ae
These n*ggas ain't sh*t, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced hundreds on me
I'ma keep goin' in and it keep on comin'
Lotta faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big bank on me
Slime!