MoneyBagg Yo | Funk Flex | #Freestyle126 lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Aye

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some motherf*ckers tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this sh*t
I got different b*tches textin my phone talkin bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mom a new home for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun do you know how much time I’d get
I’m on some federal sh*t
I’m rollin the weed and poppin some beans so I’m on some medical sh*t
She playin wit the pus*y won’t give it to me
Say she on settlement sh*t
The same hoe f*ckin the city now she on some playin innocent sh*t
Heard they gonna take my chain word of mouth
(Aye)
Since I got fame n*ggas feelin left out
(Aye)
You wanna try but you know what I’m bout
(Aye)
I’m wit the gang they gon air this b*tch out
(Aye)
n*ggas could put the best right in my face and you still couldn’t see me
I pour a four and then drunk me an eight all you see is drank when I peepee
I’m rockin a quarter milli worth a jewelry these diamonds they shinin they VV
I got your b*tch in the bathroom open we f*ckin like niko and mimi
I went hard wit it I beat it up I might catch me a DV
Them hitters will shake your spot right now if I point my finger like I’m ET
I can’t lie I’m addicted I’m sprung I put the ac in fiji
I’m smokin that thrax, my swag to the Max
I’m young and fly no DC
n*ggas ain’t gettin money so they talkin Moneybagg
b*tches in they feelings cause I left em in the past
I draped in designer one thing you can’t buy is swag
Ain’t talkin bout no sprint, but I ran up that money fast
My n*ggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
50 on the Glock if you run up than you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just dropped two stacks on sneakers
Smokin loud no speakers
Countin money, yeah I’m bout the cheese Velveeta
She like “Bagg you triflin” cause I asked to burn a head in this two-seater
She tryna hang, tossin wit the gang
Parole in the house like Demeter
(Aye)
They say I got ghost writers n*ggas come up wit anything, sh*t pitiful
(Aye)
You lookin at the superior, the choppa knock out his interior
(Aye)
I’m tryna get some extras
Ima f*ck up had stretch some
I know these n*ggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess not checkers
Pop a pill than I sip some yellow now I’m scratchin like I got eczema
Ima f*ck her had to get back
She f*cked my n*gga for some get back
n*ggas textin where his b*tch at
To my number how he get that
All them people didn’t want f*ck wit me then, I made em regret that
(Aye)
Nike I’m like where the check at
Keep grindin n*gga, bet that
(Aye, aye)
Keep grindin n*gga, bet that
(Federal)