ฟังเพลงYa Bih

Ya Bih - Yo Gotti/Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Demario White, Jr./BryTavious Chambers

Composed by：Mario Mims/Demario White, Jr./BryTavious Chambers

Tay Keith f**k These n***as Up

I'm legend my life should be studied

I come from nothing ran up a thirty

F**ked on a superstar b***h and ha buddy

Christian Louboutin yea I be bloody

I'm not a crip but I got blues in my pocket

Too many blues won't fit in a wallet

Cristopher Wallace

Wallace

Everything B I G we are the hottest

Your b***h outta pocket I'm f**kin' her

F**kin' her

Your b***h a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her

Duckin' her

Your b***h a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em

Lock her up

I turn your lil' b***h to a hustler

Money up

Your b***h on that d**e she a customer

She gon'

I'm tired of your b***h had enough of her

I'm tired

She like cars we f**ked in a Cullinan

Ooh-ooh

Got the umbrella up

We made it to water

Extorted

Sixty minutes and I had her draws off

Woo

How you let a b***h make you fall off

How

Ayy come get your b***h out my call log

Please

A hundred miss calls I block her

Hello

Oh yeah she determined can't stop her

D**n

She blew a bag at the doctor

Thick thick like she eat cornbread and pasta

Yeah

Yeah my type of b***h don't need nan' n***a

D**n

She got a boutique and a cold figure

D**n

You know she young got an old n***a

Yep

And she gon' keep a few h*es with her

Oh

B***hes be salty so swear they be subbin' 'em

Sub

N***as be thirsty b***hes won't f**k with her

She on a s**t for real

For real

Got her a*s done but it looked real

Your b***h outta pocket I'm f**kin' her

F**kin' her

Your b***h a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her

Duckin' her

Your b***h a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em

Lock her up

I turn your lil' b***h to a hustler

Money up

Your b***h on that d**e she a customer

She gon'

I'm tired of your b***h had enough of her

I'm tired

She like cars we f**ked in a Cullinan

Ooh-ooh

Got the umbrella up

Go

That ain't your b***h that's our b***h

Mine too

We just gon' keep her at your house

Then what

You spent a thousand at Ruth Chris

Tricked off

I took that b***h to a d**e house

My hood

You see the difference

It's plenty

So many

Hand out emoji you know I'ma give it

And my eminent would a girl from my city

Soon as she get drunk we gon' film us a flicky

I'm deep in my duffle roll up me some Truffles

Wherever I go it's a smoke out

Puff that

My b***h got a bubble I beat it like she get in trouble

Get wet as a buss down

Told her stay out my business go get you a business

She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp

He mad as a b***h let me find out

Had his h*e at my Honeycomb hideout

You the type let b***h get you for everything

In me not on me I know how to play it man

Them n***as corny she f**k with the Bread Gang

Shot my shot wit a switch I got dead aim

Bow

Still wishin' they had me ex bitter b***hes

You couldn't pay me to pay 'em attention

Nope

She follow every rapper with a Richard Mille

Tryna f**k her way up get a meal ticket

Facts

Your b***h outta pocket I'm f**kin' her

F**kin' her

Your b***h a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her

Duckin' her

Your b***h a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em

Lock her up

I turn your lil' b***h to a hustler

Money up

Your b***h on that d**e she a customer

She gon'

I'm tired of your b***h had enough of her

I'm tired

She like cars we f**ked in a Cullinan

Ooh-ooh

Got the umbrella up

Go