Moneybagg Yo | Funk Flex | #Freestyle064 lyrics

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Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some people tryna test my gangsta
Like I ain't built for this sh*t
I got different b*tches texting my phone
Talkin' 'bout time we ain't spent
I went and bought my mama a new home
For times we couldn't pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun
You know how much time I'll get?
I'm on some federal sh*t
I'm rollin' the weed and poppin' some beans
So I'm on some medical sh*t
She playin' with the pus*y, won't give it to me
Say she on some celibate sh*t
The same ho f*ckin' the city
Now she on some playin' innocent sh*t
Heard they gon' take my chain, word of mouth, ay
Since I got fame n*ggas feelin' left out, ay
You wanna try but you know what I'm 'bout, ay
I'm with the gang, they gon' air this b*tch out, hey
n*ggas can be sittin' right in my face
And you still couldn't see me
I pour a four and then drop me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I'm rockin' a quarter milli worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin', they VV
I got your b*tch in the bathroom
Open, we f*ckin' like Nikko and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters'll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I'm ET
I ain't gon' lie, I'm addicted, I'm sprung
I put that Act in the Fiji
I'm smokin' that thrax, my swag to the max
I'm young and fly, no DC
n*ggas ain't gettin' money so they target Moneybagg
b*tches in they feelings 'cause I left 'em in the past
I'm draped in designer, one thing you can't buy is swag
Ain't talkin' 'bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast
My n*ggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just dropped two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud no speakers
Countin' money, yeah I'm 'bout the cheese, Velveeta
She like Bagg you triflin'
'Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her on the house like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
n*ggas come up with anything, sh*t pitiful, ay
You lookin' at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior, ay
I'm tryna get me some extras
I was f*cked up, had the stretcher
I know these n*ggas ain't straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I'm scratching like I got eczema
I was f*cked down, had to get back
She f*ck my n*gga for some get back
n*gga textin' where his b*tch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn't wan' f*ck with me then
I made them regret that, ay
Nike, I'm like where the check at?
Keep grindin' n*gga, bet that
Ay, ay
Keep grindin' n*gga, bet that
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