Clear Da Air
MoneyBagg Yo
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Federal, federal, federal, federal, fed Who? Wow, he was talkin' to me? Man, put that shit in a envelop, put a address on it We don't do diss songs, we clear the air Go Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie) Forty-eight hunnid my cough Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot) "Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused) I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar) Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car) Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there) We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four) I might keep these pints for the drought Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin') I do the white Ones, least four times a week I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy) I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did That paper work got your name in it (gone on) Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love I was straight then (I don't even want none) I'm double G, I put my bitches in double C's (three) Turned a Section 8 house to a Double Tree (trap) Real niggas and hittas they run with me (gang) BGE I'm protectin' the company (Bread) I done took the label to a whole other level (gone) Now they respectin' my mind more On a money spree She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me (why?) I don't make time for her I'm goin' in from the back She like when my hands on her neck (ooh) Give her that demon affect (ugh) Blow her head up with a lie (how?) Tell her, her pussy the best Don't disrespect me with no treesha (no) It's either Wock' or the Tech (pick) Chargin' a hunnid a set (yeah) Can you get higher than that? (Huh?) Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet Send a blitz out a stolo (go, go) You the law, you the po-po (twelve) Fuckin' your bitch, I got mojo (ugh) Keep it on me, I ain't dolo (right now) Racks on me, loaded potato (right now) Can't name a place where I can't go (no, no) I better not trip, I replace hoes (swap out) I'm in that "don't give a f*ck mode" (federal, federal) Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie) Forty-eight hunnid my cough Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot) "Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused) I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar) Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car) Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there) We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four) I might keep these pints for the drought Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin') I do the white Ones, least four times a week I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy) I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did That paper work got your name in it (gone on) Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love I was straight then (I don't even want none) Man, this shit crazy (how?) I put the drip on daily (real) Like it's a special occasion (soft) Know what I'm blazin' Dang, my eyes on Asian like me and Johnny related (haha) Niggas wait 'til they get money and get gangsta That's the type of shit that flush me (flush me) F*ck you niggas and your support You just act like it, you don't love me I'm better than I was 'fore I started When you gettin' real money, you don't bargain Chrome Heart camo hat, niggas flodgin' I told her, "Come and eat me like you starvin'" Even in high school I was mobbin' (what that mean?) Trappin', breakin' bitches, robbin' (on that) Ain't know I was gon' be this (nah) But I knew I was gon' get me some money regardless (true) Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie) Forty-eight hunnid my cough Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot) "Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused) I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar) Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car) Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there) We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four) I might keep these pints for the drought Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin') I do the white Ones, least four times a week I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy) I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did That paper work got your name in it (gone on) Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love I was straight then (I don't even want none) (Turn me up YC, turn me up YC) (Real Red, I'm still fuckin' bumpin', bro)
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Written by: Christian Greene, Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jorres Nelson
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