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Moneybagg Yo

For Y'all

 

For Y'all

(album: ELO (Everybody Lives On) - 2016)


Yeah, man
It's Stupid Doo', man
From the street to the city, man
We really here, man
Fire, man, this shit a motherfucking case
Trap house do what I wanna do, bro
And that's how it could go
Fuck you talking about, yeah?
Hahaha
My nigga ain't done shit, man
Get all guys 'round here, man
And empty both of 'em
(Yeah, hol' up)

I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Bought my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit)
Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball)
Seen that fire up on my ad', these Versace drawers (Slime)
Bitch seen me with all them trainers on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm dripping, ooh, I'm dripping, yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Hey)

I was having money problems, now that shit resolved (Straight now)
I've been rocking sold out shows lately, walk the walk (You think my shows louder now?)
You weren't fucking with me in first, that was a red call (That's what I remember)
Sixteen zips in the paint, drinking pallasol (Haha, lean that, lean that)
I'm on the move, you hall (Hey)
Got niggas riding for the calls (Calls)
Ain't falling out about no broads (Never)
I really do this shit for y'all (Who?)
The dope boys getting bands (Yeah)
The niggas all in the can (Who else?)
The ladies in the kid fans (For real, I love 'em)
Ayy, ayy, it say Versace on my drawers, dawg (Styling, dawg, ooh)
That bitch you love in my call log (Look, look, look)
Yeah, up that Glock and make you pause, dawg (Hol' up, hol' up, I ain't do nothing, hahaha)
I'm the shit, I need a stall, dawg (Hey, hey)

I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Bought my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit)
Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball)
Seen that fire up on my ad', these Versace drawers (Slime)
Bitch seen me with all them trainers on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm dripping, ooh, I'm dripping, yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Hey)

Mane, I really got them hit up from behind a wall (I do)
They hit me up, I run that shit (I love 'em), it weren't nothing at all (Get it)
I'm a boss, before I walked, you know I had to crawl (Didn't stop me)
I'm in her mouth, I'm in her throat, she suck me like some halls (Uh, uh, uh, nasty heels)
She slob all over my balls (Wow)
My drawers soaking wet, dawg (Dawg)
I'm on a fifteen minute fed call (Hello, hello, hello-lo, hello?)
(What it do, yo? I'm tryna make stove), yeah
It's a green light, nigga, go (Go get it)
I got my money right and that's for sure (Hey)
Four-seater, that's the feds (Yeah)
West hot, that's attention (What up?)
Pit 'em for 'em in the mainframe (What?)
And them young niggas, they be banging (Wylin')
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you claiming (Up)
OGs can't tame him (No)
They'll murk a nigga for a name (Dead one)
And they did it all for the fame
Ayy, free my lil' niggas (Hol' up, hol' up)

I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Bought my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit)
Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball)
Seen that fire up on my ad', these Versace drawers (Slime)
Bitch seen me with all them trainers on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm dripping, ooh, I'm dripping, yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Y'all)

Yeah, man
Had to tell a motherfucker you going hard
Mic like Eazy, that's why you keep going
Don't stop, I told you to get that nigga
Stop repping, it's over with him, man

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