YoungBoy Never Broke Again — This for The

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Oh-oh, oh-oh Slime, yeah DMac got me too bangin' [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really they ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she with it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin' Got blue faced hundreds on me I'ma keep goin' in and it keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I do the dash any weather, young nigga fly like propella' (Brrt) DJ Khaled, man I need me another one When we do it, do it better No, I'm not writing no letter NBA new Rockafella These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick Right after she fucked my nigga She raising her voice I'ma bat her She tell me to go I go faster I think that I'm losing my stamina I think that I need me a challenger Back at it again, just me and twin Tag teamin' her friend, we having her She say that she real but I know that she fake Lil' shorty ain't told me no cap in her [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really they ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the wra-a-aith I married that choppa you know that she with it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin' Got blue faced hundreds on me I'ma keep goin' in and it keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me [Verse 2: Quando Rondo] Too many bands in my bank account (No cap) A lot of blue hunnits, a large amount Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the boat When it come to the money, we ain't runnin' out No Moneybagg, we living federal Niggas hate but they ain't on my level though I swear that they nowhere compatible Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on medical (Rrah) I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith (Skrrt) I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these niggas be fa-a-ake I got out my feelings and got in the bag, thirty racks in a sa-a-afe All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them blue Benjis I run that check up, I guess that's why they envy Everyday I be drippin', these brand new Balencis My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy (Grrah) My girl like the Gucci but I like the Fendi It's a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny These chains 'round my neck cost a brand new penny If you try to come take it, get hit with a semi (Baow, baow, baow) I want the money, I want designer I want that bitch cause she look finer I want the Louis, I want the Fendi I mix Chanel belts with Givenchy (Sauce) He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't sign him He forgot I was on, man I had to remind him (Oh) I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be grindin' Bust down Rollie, perfect timing [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really they ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she with it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin' Got blue faced hundreds on me I'ma keep goin' in and it keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me Slime!