[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
My lil n***as, them always on go, they never on pause
I know some n***as committed some murders, ain't none of them solved
N***as be talking, be acting like bitches, I call 'em RuPaul
I got some bitches I fuck time to time, don't love em at all
Having my feelings involved, that's something I can't do
Get the pussy no cap, that's something I can't do
Leave the house without the strap, that's something I can't do
Nah, I just can't do it

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I just can't be broke
You gotta have type of hustle 'bout yourself, fuck my P.O
I'm sippin' plenty lean and smokin' propane, that's that good smoke
(That's that good gas, n***a, what you is?)
Just a hood n***a with money
I'm in a foreign whip riding dirty, it got bogus tags on it
College bitch with me can't suck dick, really all she do is gag on it
Fucked around and got a ratchet bitch pregnant, I hit her raw man
Fresh out the bando, eighty thou, it can't fit in these Balmains
(Can't fit in my jeans)
C-Bo told me stack it up and go hard on these n***as and hating hoes
When you in the streets you can't leave that strap, that's a part of your wardrobe
And I rock expensive attire
After she fuck she fired
These hoes be slicker than n***as
Can't love 'em, these bitches be liars
I be around murderers (What they do?)
They shooting like Manu (Ginobli)
Just keep your mouth close homie, snitching?
That's something you can't do (don't break the code)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
My lil n***as, them always on go, they never on pause
I know some n***as committed some murders, ain't none of them solved
N***as be talking, be acting like bitches, I call 'em RuPaul
I got some bitches I fuck time to time, don't love em at all
Having my feelings involved, that's something I can't do
Get the pussy no cap, that's something I can't do
Leave the house without the strap, that's something I can't do
Nah, I just can't do it

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Moneybagg, Moneybagg
Hold up, let me set the record straight
I am the king, ain't got to hate
Every n***a 'round me done ate
[?] killin' n***as, yellow tape
That other n***a is just a mini-me
I watched his interviews, don't like his energy
Only D'usse, not the Hennessy
Ooh, pulled up in a half a million dollar car like fuck these n***as
When you twenty million dollars up, you don't be studying n***as
I'm the plug, recruiter
A city of shooters
RIP to Young Trulla (J-Money)
Every mob in my city mobbin'
Every n***a in my city robbin'
I make fast cash from glad bags
In the kitchen duffle bag, gang gang
Young n***a from the city, got heart, Draco bangin'
Them my lil n***as and them
And they'll go hittin' them, hittin' them
Them the three letters (CMG)
CMG, they under my leadership
And this shit 2 Federal, for real
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
My lil n***as, them always on go, they never on pause
I know some n***as committed some murders, ain't none of them solved
N***as be talking, be acting like bitches, I call 'em RuPaul
I got some bitches I fuck time to time, don't love em at all
Having my feelings involved, that's something I can't do
Get the pussy no cap, that's something I can't do
Leave the house without the strap, that's something I can't do
Nah, I just can't do it