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moneybagg yo & blac youngsta - new chain lyrics

[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 sh+t, look like elephant thumbs
bagg, it’s your time, set the watch on my arm
b+tches 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 b+tch, 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 holler, “who that?” (him)
i did a feature, they paid with biscotti (smoke)
used to be og but now it’s exotic (‘xot)
no dyk+s 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 zillo
can’t go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
knock off a opp then i f+ck 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 n+gga take my chain, i bet not
already too late if you see that red dot (baow, brrt, go)
[verse 2: blac youngsta]
protecting the brand, i just bought some new glocks (grrah)
coronavirus, they went outta stock
i give my shooters high price for your top
guarantee one day your body gon’ drop (how much?)
guarantee one day them b+tches gon’ hate on me
guarantee this the day they gon’ get caught (guarantee)
i put that ak right dead in your face
you know when it’s a robbery, you can’t move a lot (grrt)
walk in the spot, all the rappers, they get back
i’m the same n+ggas they call for they sh+t back (p+ssy)
i make my b+tches break down like a kit kat
you want that smoke but you know you not with that (nah)
i might work out on your b+tch like a six pack
flooded mine heavy, count time with the baguettes (ice)
i’m not the typical n+gga you forsake
you not the typical b+tch i would hush for
gotta let you know you playin’ with a don (don)
i put that cartier watch on my arm (watch on my arm)
i done did so much dirt under the sun
i done did so much good sh+t for my mom
rich n+gga flow, come from the slums
i shoot my opps, i don’t spot out then run
i got a b+tch out in cali, she blond
i spend my money with shine so i won (gang, gang)
[verse 3: yo gotti]
hundreds on choppers, the meanest a throwback
fly to miami, i’m freeing lil kodak
bool on the lamb’, that’s matchin’ my zodiac
i’m having zoom calls back of the maybach (h+llo?)
if it ain’t ’bout millions, let me be excused (‘scused)
don’t disrespect me, n+gga, thinking it’s cool
no f+ck sh+t be tolerated in the crew
and we don’t make worldstar, we make the news
and everything mafia (mafia)
and everything profitable
i don’t see nothing from stopping us
my b+tch want a birkin, i’m coppin’ ’em (coppin’ em)
lil’ dawg want a body, he dropping ’em
baguettey the chain, make it look different (yeah)
bust down the richard to rock in the kitchen (okay)
give ’em a stack to clean up the dishes
don’t talk on the phone, we know that they listening (h+llo?)
the trap been producing a hundred a day
bag been charging a hundred a day (a hundred)
youngsta gon’ keep a hundred in the k
another hundred on the way
fishscale, every n+gga with me get a plate for real
every n+gga with me sell weight still
every n+gga with me go ape for real
i’ma teach you how to work that drac’ for real
like how you make that ass shake for real
i’ma f+ck in the front of that wraith for real
your boyfriend an opp, but you safe for real
[outro: moneybagg yo]
got a new chain and that b+tch come from wafi
he got a rollie, he just beat a body
you know it ain’t my sh+t if it ain’t exotic
she wanna kick it, i don’t do karate
i like lil’ shawty, i’m feeling your body
bought her a cuban, the pendant say gotti

- moneybagg yo blac youngsta lyrics

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