ฟังเพลงClear Da Air

Song: Clear Da Air

Artist: Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics: Lil Polo (Producer), RealRed, YC & Moneybagg Yo

Composed: Lil Polo (Producer), YC & RealRed

Federal, federal, federal, federal fed, who?

Out here talkin' to me? Hah

I put this shit in the envelope, put the address on it

We don't do diss songs, we clear the air

Go

Niggas be lyin' like they raw (Lie), 4800, my cough

Put my lil 'bitch in the loft (In the spot)

Keep your eyes on the bread, I told 'em (Stay focused)

I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)

Coulda went and bought a car (Went and bought a car)

Open that truffle bag full of 'za (Right there)

We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (Twenty-four)

I might keep these pints for the drought

Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (Havin')

I do the white 1s least four times a week

I still dress like I'm trappin' (Dope boy)

Don't care how gangster you is or what you did

That paper work got your name in it (Don't know)

Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love

I was straight then (Don't even want none)

I'm double G, I put my bitches in double C (Three)

Turn the Section 8 house to a Double Tree (Trap)

Real niggas and hitters, they run with me (Gang)

BGE, I'm protectin' the company (Bread)

I done took the label to a whole 'nother level

Now they respectin' my mind more

On a money spree

She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me (Why?)

I don't make time for her

I'm goin' in from the back, she like when my hands on her neck (Ooh)

Give her that demon effect (Uh)

Blow her head up with a lie (Now), tell her her pussy the best

Don't disrespect me when I'm treeshin' (No)

It's either Wock' or the Tech (P)

Chargin' a hunnid a set (Yeah)

Can't even get higher than that (Uh-uh)

Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet

Send a blitz out the store, low (Go, go)

You the law, you the po-po (Twelve)

Fuckin' your bitch, I got mojo (Ugh)

Keep it on me, I ain't dolo (Right now)

Racks on me, loaded potato (Right now)

Can't name a place where I can't go (No, no)

I better not trip, I replace hoes (Swap out)

I'm in that "Don't give a fuck" mode (Federal, federal)

Niggas be lyin' like they raw (Lie), 4800, my cough

Put my lil 'bitch in the loft (In the spot)

Keep your eyes on the bread, I told 'em (Stay focused)

I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)

Coulda went and bought a car (Went and bought a car)

Open that truffle bag full of 'za (Right there)

We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (Twenty-four)

I might keep these pints for the drought

Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (Havin')

I do the white 1s least four times a week

I still dress like I'm trappin' (Dope boy)

Don't care how gangster you is or what you did

That paper work got your name in it (Don't know)

Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love

I was straight then (Don't even want none)

Money shit crazy (Yeah), I put the drip on daily (Real)

Like it's a special occasion (Sorry)

Know what I'm blazin', dang, my eyes on Asian

Like me and Jhené related (Haha)

Niggas wait 'til they get money, get gangsta

This the type of shit that flush me (Flush me)

Fuck your niggas and your support

You just act like it, you don't love me

I'm better than I was 'fore I started

When you get real money you don't bargain

Chrome Heart came hat, niggas flodgin'

I told her, "Come and eat me like you starvin'"

Even in high school I was mobbin' (What that mean?)

Trappin', breakin' bitches, robbin' (Only that)

I know I'm gon' beat this (Nah)

But I knew I was gonna get me some money regardless (True)

Niggas be lyin' like they raw (Lie), 4800, my cough

Put my lil 'bitch in the loft (In the spot)

Keep your eyes on the bread, I told 'em (Stay focused)

I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)

Coulda went and bought a car (Went and bought a car)

Open that truffle bag full of 'za (Right there)

We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (Twenty-four)

I might keep these pints for the drought

Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (Havin')

I do the white 1s least four times a week

I still dress like I'm trappin' (Dope boy)

Don't care how gangster you is or what you did

That paper work got your name in it (Don't know)

Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love

I was straight then (Don't even want none)

Turn me up, YC (Turn me up, YC)

RealRed, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh