CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bodak Yellow
What you wanna do?
Yeah, TBG Gorilla Gang i'm Gee Money boo, aye
I make money moves
(Shoutout to Cardi man let me hit this b*t*h)
Lil n***a you can't f**k wit me, I got my paper up
Yeah I hear them n***as talking sh*t, they bet not play wit us
Most them n***as blew up from BR they was fake as f**k
When I blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad bout a b*t*h
All yall use to claim TBG, look how you n***as switched
How the f**k you got a bag if you always on my d**k
I ain't trippin in that audi b*t*h I’m ballin I’m the sh*t
Came from the street I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherf**k a ‘vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
n***as hating on me, they dont wanna see me wit it
Sickest in my city, I dont got no competition
Pull up I’m thuggin forreal (Thuggin)
Did this sh*t without a deal (Forreal)
Talking sh*t you better chill (Chill Out)
Shooters pull up to yo crib (POW)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby Momma)
I did this sh*t by myself (I did)
NBA i think im Steph (Ballin)
Wagon pull up in the hood (Vroom)
I dont f**k 'round with no rentals (never)
On the gram like you gettin money (forreal?)
All of these n***as pretenders (they lien)
Every day I wake up I be thinking bout a bag
Headed to the money got a n***a going fast
Pull up in the maro i was finna get a Jag
n***a tried to kill me got to hittin threw the glass
I ain't get shot his eyes must of been clothes
Same n***a did it n***a came for his soul
Solid till the end, never bend never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin it in on the road
Yeah, TBG Gorilla Gang i'm Gee Money boo, aye
I make money moves
(Shoutout to Cardi man let me hit this b*t*h)
Lil n***a you can't f**k wit me, I got my paper up
Yeah I hear them n***as talking sh*t, they bet not play wit us
Most them n***as blew up from BR they was fake as f**k
When I blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad bout a b*t*h
All yall use to claim TBG, look how you n***as switched
How the f**k you got a bag if you always on my d**k
I ain't trippin in that audi b*t*h I’m ballin I’m the sh*t
Came from the street I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherf**k a ‘vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
n***as hating on me, they dont wanna see me wit it
Sickest in my city, I dont got no competition
Pull up I’m thuggin forreal (Thuggin)
Did this sh*t without a deal (Forreal)
Talking sh*t you better chill (Chill Out)
Shooters pull up to yo crib (POW)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby Momma)
I did this sh*t by myself (I did)
NBA i think im Steph (Ballin)
Wagon pull up in the hood (Vroom)
I dont f**k 'round with no rentals (never)
On the gram like you gettin money (forreal?)
All of these n***as pretenders (they lien)
Every day I wake up I be thinking bout a bag
Headed to the money got a n***a going fast
Pull up in the maro i was finna get a Jag
n***a tried to kill me got to hittin threw the glass
I ain't get shot his eyes must of been clothes
Same n***a did it n***a came for his soul
Solid till the end, never bend never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin it in on the road
