Blac money – Moneybagg Yo lyrics

Lyrics Blac money – Moneybagg Yo

Blac money lyrics
Boy (N***a), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain’t livin’ what you rappin’ (Nope)
I don’t do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic
Fuckin’ on his baby mama ’cause a n***a ready (Ugh)
He don’t like when his lil’ kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sittin’ on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn’t afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I’ma slap him (B***h)
I ain’t need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy
She know I ain’t s**t, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spin on that d**k ‘fore I stick in the Caddy
I’m at Ruth’s Chris, throw chicken in the salad
Real street n***a, I can feel when it’s static (Hey)

Got a lot of status, capo, I can make it happen (Yeah)
Joes in the hood, they like, “How you made it rappin’?” (How you)
I just bought some choppers, gettin’ ready for the static (Brr)
Bad b***h with me, but today, she lookin’ ratchet (Ratchet)
She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish (Gone)
She like, “Boy, you nasty”, yeah, I’m nasty and I manage (Yeah)
I just read a text, where you at? No panties
The roof panoramic, skrt, skrt, I just vanished (Gone)
Word around the town, there’s money on my top, how? (How)
I’m on the porch in his hood, gettin’ chopped now (Now)
All you do is get the head and watch the body drop (F**k)
FN extend, knock him out his socks (On life)
I took his b***h, gave her back, guess she mad about that
(Guess she mad about that, I don’t know, but guess what)
Since he wanna be me
I’ma tell her say my name next time they havin’ s*x
He curb her (Brr), I can’t see no n***a, I’m up in the air
(I’m up in the air, word)
It ain’t fair (Nope), you can’t find none of that s**t a n***a wear
(Kill ’em every time I style)
I’m too rare (Me), forever heartless, too rich to care
(I don’t really give a f**k)
I’m the voice, so they listen, got ’em pullin’ up a chair (Listen)
My d**k in her kitchen while I’m pullin’ on her hair

Boy (N***a), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain’t livin’ what you rappin’ (Nope)
I don’t do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic
Fuckin’ on his baby mama ’cause a n***a ready (Ugh)
He don’t like when his lil’ kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sittin’ on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn’t afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I’ma slap him (B***h)
I ain’t need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy
She know I ain’t s**t, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spin on that d**k ‘fore I stick in the Caddy
I’m at Ruth’s Chris, throw chicken in the salad
Real street n***a, I can feel when it’s static (Hey)

Ice on my neck, cold like a ‘frigerator (Cold)
Heavy Camp still run it like a generator (Oh)
I don’t f**k with your boyfriend, he been a hater (No)
Only tell my niggas talk at the dinner table (Talk)
I’m in the projects, right where they steal the cable
It took a process (Yeah), for me to get some paper (Gang)
I caught a body, you owe me a favor (B***h)
My lawyer squashed it, then we celebrate it
You know I’m a boss now, you know you lost now
You wanna book a show, you know it cost now
You wanna run to me, I’m in the vault now
I’m with my ex-b***h, who you gon’ cross now?
I got niggas in the penitentiary, they locked down
Young niggas lookin’ up to me, I’m Pac now
Back then, I was long guns, I’m stock now
Lately, I been sellin’ dope, I’m finna stop now

Boy (N***a), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain’t livin’ what you rappin’ (Nope)
I don’t do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic
Fuckin’ on his baby mama ’cause a n***a ready (Ugh)
He don’t like when his lil’ kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sittin’ on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn’t afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I’ma slap him (B***h)
I ain’t need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy
She know I ain’t s**t, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spin on that d**k ‘fore I stick in the Caddy
I’m at Ruth’s Chris, throw chicken in the salad
Real street n***a, I can feel when it’s staticcc

Blac money - Moneybagg Yo
Blac money - Moneybagg Yo