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They Say (Explicit) - Moneybagg Yo
Lyrics by：Demario Dewayne White, Jr./Christopher Pearson/Thomas Walker/Nicolas Berlinger
Composed by：Demario Dewayne White, Jr./Christopher Pearson/Thomas Walker/Nicolas Berlinger
Produced by：YC/Skywalker OG (Thomas Walker)/Moxart
Turn me up YC
SkyDiddy
Look at Bagg think he puttin' on
He really ain't that hard I just like a couple songs
He only make music if it's a social media trend
Heard they ain't did **** to the niggas 'posed to kill his friends
He rich enough to drop a bag why they ain't up the score
That nigga ain't livin' gangster he just rappin' CB4
You see he left his baby mama for that IG ho
Is all that true
Somebody told me that **** I don't know
Stop goin' off what they say nigga
They talk about you when you got a name
That's the game
Soon as you get some money they gon' say you changed
For some fame
At first we was locked in but then we grew apart
Went our separate ways
Killed my lil' dawg and that **** broke my heart
Life ain't been the same
Stand on my ten everywhere I go
'Where I go
Today might be that day nigga you never know
Never know
Went around the world and put on for my hood
Walker Home
Once I get my word then it's overstood
Hard to stay focus at the same time handle this smoke
Balance
Can't get tricked out this **** some years ago I was just poor
You ain't even know I was on go
Could've lost it all never lost hope
Lately I be fresh and I don't even post
I'm a beast but they callin' me a G O A T
Bagg
**** 'round get yo' feelings hurt stick yo' nose in my business
Nigga
How you mad 'bout my decision
I don't need no supervision
At all
You can't name no nigga that done this **** like I done did it
I'll wait
Jumped in the game with no feelings still ain't got love for niggas
I'm loaded one-point-five count through it sittin' on the floor
Right now right now
Just added on some more for sure
I was stackin' up went ghost
Eight-figure nigga now I used to have insufficient funds
None
I'm smokin' Gumbo with this ***** this **** killin' her lungs
Don't want no handshake that's fake I better not hug a nigga
So
You could be doin' everything right they still gon' judge a nigga
**** 'em
Gon' keep a gun on me for life I ain't tryna wrestle with ya
Period
Know I'm ****** up you see a cup every time I take a picture
Serious
That drink on me bad
Wock'
'Member they put me last
Dumbass
Niggas snakin' so three times a week I cut my grass
Low
Just 'case it get ugly
What
You gotta keep somethin' stashed
How much
It ain't **** to post no money there go five hundred cash
Catch up
Sendin' messages through my nigga she miss me real bad
Haha
Misery love company she callin' from my past
Hello
Tryna reach out to me
Uh-uh
***** you gotta book me
Rockstar
Two three million just in jewelry you can't overlook me
Even if you tired ayy
They talk about you when you got a name
That's the game
Soon as you get some money they gon' say you changed
For some fame
At first we was locked in but then we grew apart
Went our separate ways
Killed my lil' dawg and that **** broke my heart
Life ain't been the same
Stand on my ten everywhere I go
'Where I go
Today might be that day nigga you never know
Never know
Went around the world and put on for my hood
Walker Home
Once I get my word then it's overstood
Renamed and orchestrated the brand they tried to infiltrate
You might be Bread Gang but you ain't Loaf Boys
If all else fails I still got re-up money in the floorboards
Spent yours impressin' h*es now you ain't got **** to show for it
Makin' no noise
I'm knowin' you niggas don't **** with me I don't **** with you either
Likewise
I don't owe you niggas nothin' I met you through my people
My niggas
Ice on me like glaciers light up like a strip in Vegas
VV hit like lasers I got commas punctuation
Pages
Pockets fat my dreads nappy
On the four I'm real cranky
Over here who said I can't be
Truth be told you niggas prankin'
Better not leave yo' car runnin' they boppin' in the city
Memphis
Pop my **** I'm gettin' it
Gave it
Twist yo' block we spinnin'
Sprayed it
Go too much tension in the street that's why these bodies pilin'
Up
All black that Blackout 300 cause a moment of silence
Shh
You probably heard that money changed him he just make it look good
Ha
You probably heard that he a ho and can't go back to his hood
Never
Meanwhile I'm pourin' fours up
Daily
They gon' talk about you whether you doin' good or bad
Whatever
I rather pull off in a foreign and leave 'em in the past
Skrrt
Y'all know my heart if I **** with you I give you my last
