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Moneybagg Yo
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30 on me, I'ma cut a fool
Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front)
Get ready for the show, ayy, it's on (let's go)
We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front)
They ain't think Ric was comin' home (no one has to know)
Callin' all the rangers to the front (come on)
Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front (bitch)
Now no one has to know (ah, uh, uh, go)
Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy
I ain't gon' tell you do none I wouldn't do (nope), I'm ju' bein' a hunnid
Push for me the same way I push for you, in the skreet, your credit good until it ain't (facts)
No snitchin', won't tell the truth
Sky blue coupe, I drop the roof (stretch), bought a lil' puppy for my boo (nah)
You can see my shit through the tint, ask Johnny, 5000 a tooth
Spanish bitch call me, "Papi chu", free my lil' Doggie, cut 'em loose
While they at it, free Shiesty Pooh, heavy steppin' on shit like boots, Bagg
Yeah, ain't nobody know nothin' but niggas still told (niggas still told)
Yola, real snow, put half on it, and it's still strong (it's still strong)
Stressin', searchin' through my dresser drawer (rrr), all my pills gone (all my pills gone)
You did it first, I came through, did it worse, so I don't feel wrong
Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone (over the jail phone)
Sprayin' Magic on the envelope, we put his mail on (shh-shh)
Shirt off when I skrrt off, need the Lamb' rose (shh-shh, Lamb' rose)
Brodie was my friend since we was kids, we were sharin' clothes (mm-mm)
Still give 'em a headstone, nigga
Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)
Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)
Now no one has to know (free Budd)
Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)
Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)
We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)
Now no one has to know (free Budd)
Ayy, I'm back, bitch, and I still like to smack shit
Whack shit, might leave a couple up in Saks Fifth
Fuck 'em if he ain't with me, not the West, I'm from the East
Stretch some and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs
On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast
Track the car, I'm speedin', nigga, kill me 'fore I need a nigga
Who said we was even, nigga? '09, I was readin', nigga
'010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga
Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy
Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram
I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'
I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land
I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)
Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)
Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)
Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)
Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)
Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)
Now no one has to know (free Budd)
Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)
Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)
We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)
Now no one has to know (free Budd)
Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)
Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you
Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I ho you (blow yo' brains)
I take out yo' whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang-gang)
Spin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)
That's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)
He went for the plot, so she took him down for an AP watch (ice)
Sliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch
Drop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin
You know my money good, tell lil' bruh, "Lock that in" (lock that in)
Got to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin
It's either death or jail wit' us, this shit is not gon' end
We steppin', modify the weapons
How the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections?
Catch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside
You calculatin' attempteds, you must be out yo' mind, free all the guys, yeah
Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front)
Now get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front
Now no one has to know