Thinking Out Loud Moneybagg Yo
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[Intro]
Ayy, JB, why they mad?
(Um, why you so jaded?), it don't get no realer than this
[Verse 1]
Came with good intentions, made some bad decisions (Crazy choices)
It's smoke in the city, a nigga can get it however they wanna get it (Right now)
Ain't no more, no more, no more, no more, no more love (No more left)
Seven-six-two like a tattoo, hit 'em up
How you talkin' shit behind jail walls, I just sent you some money? (Huh?)
Fucked me up, I was like a blind man, I ain't see this shit coming (I'm lost)
Had the nerve, tryna diss, laughed at it, I'm just findin' it funny (Haha)
I really can get with the shit (For real)
And get you stuck up in this bitch (Ayy, tell 'em quit playin')
Thinkin' 'bout Lil Ruger, my shooter, that was my dawg (Forever my dawg)
I pray for Kobe, he know that shit wasn't right at all (Wasn't right at all)
Wanna pick up the phone and call Elo, but I can't call (Can't call)
Unless they make a time machine, that problem, I can't solve (Uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
It's this one nigga I know that's listening (Who?)
He probably hoping I say his name (Nah)
Niggas be talkin' through these hoes (Haha)
Always speakin' on Bread Gang
Get that for speaking on Bread Gang (Yeah)
Bro them ain't gon' sleep until it's done
I promise, I put that on everything
Ayy, JB, why they mad?
(Um, why you so jaded?), it don't get no realer than this
[Verse 1]
Came with good intentions, made some bad decisions (Crazy choices)
It's smoke in the city, a nigga can get it however they wanna get it (Right now)
Ain't no more, no more, no more, no more, no more love (No more left)
Seven-six-two like a tattoo, hit 'em up
How you talkin' shit behind jail walls, I just sent you some money? (Huh?)
Fucked me up, I was like a blind man, I ain't see this shit coming (I'm lost)
Had the nerve, tryna diss, laughed at it, I'm just findin' it funny (Haha)
I really can get with the shit (For real)
And get you stuck up in this bitch (Ayy, tell 'em quit playin')
Thinkin' 'bout Lil Ruger, my shooter, that was my dawg (Forever my dawg)
I pray for Kobe, he know that shit wasn't right at all (Wasn't right at all)
Wanna pick up the phone and call Elo, but I can't call (Can't call)
Unless they make a time machine, that problem, I can't solve (Uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
It's this one nigga I know that's listening (Who?)
He probably hoping I say his name (Nah)
Niggas be talkin' through these hoes (Haha)
Always speakin' on Bread Gang
Get that for speaking on Bread Gang (Yeah)
Bro them ain't gon' sleep until it's done
I promise, I put that on everything
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