MoneyBagg Yo | Funk Flex | #Freestyle126

[Intro]
Uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Aye

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some motherfuckers tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches textin my phone talkin bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mom a new home for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun do you know how much time I’d get
I’m on some federal shit
I’m rollin the weed and poppin some beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin wit the pussy won’t give it to me
Say she on settlement shit
The same hoe fuckin the city now she on some playin innocent shit
Heard they gonna take my chain word of mouth
(Aye)
Since I got fame niggas feelin left out
(Aye)
You wanna try but you know what I’m bout
(Aye)
I’m wit the gang they gon air this bitch out
(Aye)
Niggas could put the best right in my face and you still couldn’t see me
I pour a four and then drunk me an eight all you see is drank when I peepee
I’m rockin a quarter milli worth a jewelry these diamonds they shinin they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom open we fuckin like niko and mimi
I went hard wit it I beat it up I might catch me a DV
Them hitters will shake your spot right now if I point my finger like I’m ET
I can’t lie I’m addicted I’m sprung I put the ac in fiji
I’m smokin that thrax, my swag to the Max
I’m young and fly no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin money so they talkin Moneybagg
Bitches in they feelings cause I left em in the past
I draped in designer one thing you can’t buy is swag
Ain’t talkin bout no sprint, but I ran up that money fast
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
50 on the Glock if you run up than you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just dropped two stacks on sneakers
Smokin loud no speakers
Countin money, yeah I’m bout the cheese Velveeta
She like “Bagg you triflin” cause I asked to burn a head in this two-seater
She tryna hang, tossin wit the gang
Parole in the house like Demeter
(Aye)
They say I got ghost writers niggas come up wit anything, shit pitiful
(Aye)
You lookin at the superior, the choppa knock out his interior
(Aye)
I’m tryna get some extras
Ima fuck up had stretch some
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess not checkers
Pop a pill than I sip some yellow now I’m scratchin like I got eczema
Ima fuck her had to get back
She fucked my nigga for some get back
Niggas textin where his bitch at
To my number how he get that
All them people didn’t want fuck wit me then, I made em regret that
(Aye)
Nike I’m like where the check at
Keep grindin nigga, bet that
(Aye, aye)
Keep grindin nigga, bet that
(Federal)