Trending lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, when you hear this type of sh*t, you know the check go, right?
Haha
Federal, ugh, ugh, ugh

[Chorus]
I'm trending (Uh, hey)
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, this sh*t come from Fendi (sh*t got me stylin', I'm stylin')
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies (Woah, this sh*t gettin' big, big)
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending (You know I'm a regular, regular)
She say I'm a hood n*gga with no sense, but b*tch, I got plenty (Ayy, b*tch, I got plenty, got plenty)
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy (Ayy, take out that bullsh*t)
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, Lord, forgive me for sinning (Amen)
I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why n*ggas envy (I don't know why n*ggas, why n*ggas)
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest, so you know I'm trending

[Verse 1]
Ah sh*t, ah sh*t, yeah (Ah sh*t, ah sh*t, woah)
I'm on some boss sh*t (Hey)
I'm f*ckin' the game good and I just came in it (Ugh, ugh, ayy)
I'm on some raw sh*t (Ugh)
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch and she grabbin' and clutchin' on me (What that is?)
Like she a crawfish (Hold up)
These n*ggas mosquitos and I just might spray at 'em, spray at 'em
I'm on some Off! sh*t (Woah)
You used to be cool, you used to be aight (Aight)
Now you my enemy (f*ck you)
Got an all-black Draco, a hundred-some shots on it (What you do with it?)
I can shoot for infinity (All day)
I won't go back and forth dissing you on no internet (Why?)
That sh*t take too much energy (Yeah)
Everybody know that I trained you
Daniel San, you like my mini-me (Hah)
I'm still hood with it
I pulled up at Church's and got me a two piece, I'm ridin' in a two seat
With a b*tch that act bougie, she look like Karrueche
I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie (Hey)
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act'
Why you tryna come for me? Damn, relax (Hold up)
The burner click clack, your brains go splat (Baow)
[Chorus]
I'm trending (Uh, hey)
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, this sh*t come from Fendi (sh*t got me stylin', I'm stylin')
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies (Woah, this sh*t gettin' big, big)
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending (You know I'm a regular, regular)
She say I'm a hood n*gga with no sense, but b*tch, I got plenty (Ayy, b*tch, I got plenty, got plenty)
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy (Ayy, take out that bullsh*t)
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, Lord, forgive me for sinning (Amen)
I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why n*ggas envy (I don't know why n*ggas, why n*ggas)
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest, so you know I'm trending

[Verse 2]
That lil' money you gettin' ain't sh*t to me (Ain't sh*t to me)
I just counted four hundred large, n*gga (Four hundred racks)
I'm with some hitters that don't give a f*ck
They gon' leave your ass scarred, n*gga (Blaow)
Why Moneybagg run the rap game? (Huh?)
I don't know, sh*t, ask God, n*gga (Ask the Lord)
I got your b*tch, she open for me (Ugh)
I just had a ménage with her (Hey)
Two b*tches, one me, that's three federal (What?)
Two stacks on the Cartiers, I can see better (I can see clear)
I'm draped in Fendi and the F stand for f*ck y'all (Stylin', stylin')
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout whoever (Whoever)
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on 'em (Curve on 'em)
Just like that C letter (C letter)
Run up on me if you want to
I'll air a crowd out big as Coachella (Rrr)
Ah sh*t, ah sh*t (Ah sh*t)
I got them bands on me, they ain't marching (They ain't marching)
I hit the kushy, then pop me a Perky (Where you at?)
Now I'm kickin' sh*t with the martians (Up there)
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I'm number one like my name was Uno (Number one, b*tch)
She gave me head, no Nu Gro (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Then I got up and scratched off in a two door, hey (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
I'm trending (Ugh, hey)
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, this sh*t come from Fendi (sh*t got me stylin', I'm stylin')
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies (Woah, this sh*t gettin' big, big)
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending (You know I'm a regular, regular)
She say I'm a hood n*gga with no sense, but b*tch, I got plenty (Ayy, b*tch, I got plenty, got plenty)
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy (Ayy, take out that bullsh*t)
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, Lord, forgive me for sinning (Amen)
I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why n*ggas envy (I don't know why n*ggas, why n*ggas)
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest, so you know I'm trending

[Outro]
I'm still hood with it
I pulled up at Church's and got me a two piece, I'm ridin' in a two seat
With a b*tch that act bougie, she look like Karrueche
I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act'
Why you tryna come for me? Damn, relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat