For Y’all Moneybagg Yo

[Intro]
Yeah, man
It's Stupid Doo', man
From the street to the city, man
We really here, man
Fire, man, this shit a motherfuckin' case
Trap house do what I wanna do, bro
And that's how it could go
Fuck you talkin' about, yeah?
Hahaha
My nigga ain't done shit, man
Get all guys 'round here, man
And empty both of 'em

[Chorus]
(Yeah, hol' up)
I got niggas down the road, collect they call (Call)
Put my diamonds on my bitch, ain't got no flaws (Real shit)
Whole belt without a steel, nigga, I ball (Ball)
Seventy-five on my ass, these Versace drawers (Slime)
Bitch seen me with all them chains on, she like "God-dawl" (Dawl)
When I pull up and I hop out, they like "Hell nah" (Nah)
Ooh, I'm drippin', ooh, I'm drippin', yeah, spaghetti sauce (Sauce)
Shoutout to my whole block, I did this shit for y'all (Hey)

[Verse 1]
I was havin' money problems, now that shit resolved (Straight now)
I've been rockin' sold out shows lately, walk the walk (You think my shows louder now?)
You wasn't fuckin' with me in first, that was a red call (That's what I remember)
Sixteen zips in her pint, drinkin' pallasol (Haha, leanin', leanin')
I'm on the move, you hall (Hey)
Got niggas ridin' for the calls (Calls)
Ain't fallin' out about no broads (Never)
I really do this shit for y'all (Who?)
The dope boys gettin' bands (Yeah)
The niggas all in the can (Who else?)
The ladies in the kid fans (For real, I love 'em)
Ayy, ayy, it say, "Versace" on my drawers, dawg (Stylin', dawg, ooh)
That bitch you love in my call log (Look, look, look)
Yeah, up that Glock and make you pause, dawg (Hol' up, hol' up, I ain't do nothin', hahaha)
I'm the shit, I need a stall, dawg (Hey)