New Chain Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta (Ft. Yo Gotti)
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[Intro]
Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
New chain on chill, but I'm hot as two suns
Protecting the brand, I went and bought some more guns
Roll up some shit, look like elephant thumbs
Bagg, it's your time, set the watch on my arm
Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never lacking, getting head with my hammer
Ain't used to nothing, she thought Chanel was channel
When I record, she show out for the camera
Bust down the Cartier, Plain Jane the Hublot
One bitch, that's uno with me in this two-door
Stars in the Lambo', I done went Pluto
Me and this money a dynamic duo
Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex
Live in a condo and trap out the duplex
Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck
Walk in the spot, all the hoes all like, "Who that?" (Him)
I did a feature, they paid with Biscotti (Smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
They pray for my ending but I just got started
Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillow
Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
Knock off a opp then I fuck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil Jon and get low (What?)
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA to New York (Flight 125)
Know I'm lit but I'm just heating up
It's way too early to be passing the torch (Can't do that)
I turned the condo to a trap spot
Let a nigga take my chain, I bet not
Already too late if you see that red dot (Baow, brrt, go)
Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
New chain on chill, but I'm hot as two suns
Protecting the brand, I went and bought some more guns
Roll up some shit, look like elephant thumbs
Bagg, it's your time, set the watch on my arm
Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never lacking, getting head with my hammer
Ain't used to nothing, she thought Chanel was channel
When I record, she show out for the camera
Bust down the Cartier, Plain Jane the Hublot
One bitch, that's uno with me in this two-door
Stars in the Lambo', I done went Pluto
Me and this money a dynamic duo
Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex
Live in a condo and trap out the duplex
Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck
Walk in the spot, all the hoes all like, "Who that?" (Him)
I did a feature, they paid with Biscotti (Smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
They pray for my ending but I just got started
Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillow
Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
Knock off a opp then I fuck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil Jon and get low (What?)
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA to New York (Flight 125)
Know I'm lit but I'm just heating up
It's way too early to be passing the torch (Can't do that)
I turned the condo to a trap spot
Let a nigga take my chain, I bet not
Already too late if you see that red dot (Baow, brrt, go)
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