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reckless - moneybagg yo lyrics

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[intro: moneybagg yo]
like, yeah
ayy see
see i’m a young n-gg- with this paper, you know what i’m sayin’
i ain’t gon’ even lie, like
sometimes it get to me, you know what i’m sayin’?

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i just popped a bean, i just threw my neck back
i’m in the latest machine, i hope i don’t wreck it
b-tch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
you ain’t never got no time for me
i hate when she text that
i just got flagged by the law, i just had a minor setback
hundred hundred with my dogs
ten-oh-four, i’m like bet that, ayy
i met the paper, i met that
neck and my wrist is on wet wet
at the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the lear at?)
name one thing i ain’t best at

[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
i just hit me a lick, i just stretched that
i’m on pills in the foreign, i might wreck that
i just copped an ap, i love how it shine
i ain’t took the time to set that
all my young n-gg-s still on that hot sh-t
i can’t f-ck with you, you on that opp sh-t
all that hatin’ sh-t, that ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
i be fly like dude in the c-ckpit
she textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she want better
she wanna come ’round but i won’t let her
this money got these n-gg-s so jealous
but i keep them straps like margiellas, hey
still making sales, f-ck 12
if i get caught i make bail (federal)
pull up servin’ with the tags out
still got the bales out the schoolhouse
three shows one night, that’s a paycheck
i just hopped off a lear g5 jet
vibin’, stylin’, profilin’
bad b-tch with me, she red like hi-tech (red like drank)
hold up, she might be bad but she don’t listen
always talkin’ ’bout other b-tches (god d-mn ho)
send my lil n-gg-s on a mission
i got that power like fifty

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i just popped a bean, i just threw my neck back
i’m in the latest machine, i hope i don’t wreck it
b-tch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
you ain’t never got no time for me
i hate when she text that
i just got flagged by the law, i just had a minor setback
hundred hundred with my dogs
ten-oh-four, i’m like bet that, ayy
i met the paper, i met that
neck and my wrist is on wet wet
at the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the lear at?)
name one thing i ain’t best at

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
flight up to cali, you know that i bet that
pull up, show my -ss, i’m like where the check at?
before i walk in i’m like where the perps at?
turn up at the party, you know i success that
b-tch textin’ me, tryna see where i be at
i told her i’m headed wherever the check is
she said when you comin’ back to where i live?
you need to find you a new n-gg- to b-tch at (b-tch)
don’t f-ck with me, then say that
b-tch, then say that
i chauffeur my car, in the back of the maybach
(i chauffeur my car, in the back of the maybach)
don’t fix your mouth to say what you gon’ do
i told a ho b-tch you know i don’t play that
i walk around with a whole lot of money
four of your boyfriends couldn’t even make that, ho

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i just popped a bean, i just threw my neck back
i’m in the latest machine, i hope i don’t wreck it
b-tch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
you ain’t never got no time for me
i hate when she text that
i just got flagged by the law, i just had a minor setback
hundred hundred with my dogs
ten-oh-four, i’m like bet that, ayy
i met the paper, i met that
neck and my wrist is on wet wet
at the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the lear at?)
name one thing i ain’t best at

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