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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter:in
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Produzent:in
Real Red
Real Red
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mischtechniker:in
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Man, I ain't told a lie yet
Shit, why would I?
Go
[Verse 2]
Had ran outta za couldn't find no more
Got served by a **** I robbed before
Dosed off in a designer store
Too much wock, I was silent slow
Talk too much, I silence you
I don't hear nothin', it's quiet for you
I done lost all respect for you
That's worse than a **** bein' mad at you
[Verse 3]
Watchin' Ja Morant get 44 points
Courtside in FedExForum with the fire
I fuck around and got caught up, my name got brought up
'Member that time in Dubai
I had to try 'em one time with the devil
I got for the low, but they go for the half
I'm lovin' both of my bitches the same
It's hard to explain, they both entertain
[Verse 4]
We where it's at, had to shoot to the bank
His price a lil' high, but he from what I bang
Walk in yo trap and take over yo trap
I just ended the drought 'cause yo city was dry
When you get hold to some money
They gon' find a reason to hate you
I'm tellin' you now
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Can't tolerate no fuck shit
Put some bread on yo head like a biscuit
****, I ain't touch him, I ain't do shit physically
Choppa cook a **** leave his ass rotisserie
Bruh, you can get her back when she finish with me
Sure true? Me and her got history
At this point in my life, I won't lie to no bitch
This me gon' deal with it, deal with it
Who stamped you ****
Just now hearin' shit 'bout you ****
Get chased down chasin' clout lil' ****
I'm gone, got the utmost respect for my hittas (Go)
Ear to the streets
Mind on murder, brain in the clouds
High as a hurdle
Tri-color chains these diamonds shurple
Ho went bananas I had to curve her, least I ain't lie
[Verse 7]
We where it's at, had to shoot to the bank
His price a lil' high, but he from what I bang
Walk in yo trap and take over yo trap
Just ended the drought 'cause yo city was dry
[Verse 8]
When you get hold to some money
They gon' find a reason to hate you
I'm tellin' you now
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
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
Written by: Demario White, Dyllan McKinney
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