Important MoneyBagg Yo Remix by E. Lavoz Lyrics
That muthafucking base just hits you as soon as that shit comes on, you feel me
We dont need no auto-tune, we dont need none of that shit
Straight bars
Never flex but keep a Money bag
Out the Yo dont get my dummy mad
Cuzzo told me they was sleepin on me
Shittin on em they my puppy pads
I ran in cribs, I ran in jags, I run in your bitch and you run in drag
You runnin from me while Im runnin it up
Phillip Drummond how im sonning them up
Uncle Sam now its tax day
Finesse all month you only trap on the first
Got to get back but the fast way
I only do it cause this trap really works
I was workin at McDonalds
Felt like a clown like Ronald
Then my bro had showed me quarter pounders
Fish scale now we sellin flounders
Had bitches lovin me like when you cuffin me
When I was broke they ain't fuck with me
They jus want me to put my seed up in them
Have my baby now they stuck with me
Pimpin in my DNA, diamonds dripping call up FEMA
These niggas bitches they must be MA
Send them smoke this shit must be L.A
I really live and you play
Nigga dont trap where you stay
Run through the back of the house
Hop a fence, call of duty, we make niggas lay
Like a server we just got us a plate
Like a stop sign keep us a 8
Like a scammer bro pulled up with some drop
Like a janitor clean shit with a mop
I got that rock in my sock
Fuck a milly this some Molly Rock
Angelica, Rugrats, the Tommy hot
I been in my bag in my bag and I lobby hop
This telly finessing got me at the Wessin
With bitches discussing depression
I only invite them to get that face
Now skip all the talking release my stresses
I kill that pussy, no questions
Fuck up the game, no questions
Whole team like a workforce
We never retired but clearing pensions
Hop in the stu and they feeling the tension
Military at attention
All these niggas is some characters
Too many of em is a twitter mention
We dont need no auto-tune, we dont need none of that shit
Straight bars
Never flex but keep a Money bag
Out the Yo dont get my dummy mad
Cuzzo told me they was sleepin on me
Shittin on em they my puppy pads
I ran in cribs, I ran in jags, I run in your bitch and you run in drag
You runnin from me while Im runnin it up
Phillip Drummond how im sonning them up
Uncle Sam now its tax day
Finesse all month you only trap on the first
Got to get back but the fast way
I only do it cause this trap really works
I was workin at McDonalds
Felt like a clown like Ronald
Then my bro had showed me quarter pounders
Fish scale now we sellin flounders
Had bitches lovin me like when you cuffin me
When I was broke they ain't fuck with me
They jus want me to put my seed up in them
Have my baby now they stuck with me
Pimpin in my DNA, diamonds dripping call up FEMA
These niggas bitches they must be MA
Send them smoke this shit must be L.A
I really live and you play
Nigga dont trap where you stay
Run through the back of the house
Hop a fence, call of duty, we make niggas lay
Like a server we just got us a plate
Like a stop sign keep us a 8
Like a scammer bro pulled up with some drop
Like a janitor clean shit with a mop
I got that rock in my sock
Fuck a milly this some Molly Rock
Angelica, Rugrats, the Tommy hot
I been in my bag in my bag and I lobby hop
This telly finessing got me at the Wessin
With bitches discussing depression
I only invite them to get that face
Now skip all the talking release my stresses
I kill that pussy, no questions
Fuck up the game, no questions
Whole team like a workforce
We never retired but clearing pensions
Hop in the stu and they feeling the tension
Military at attention
All these niggas is some characters
Too many of em is a twitter mention