Trippie Redd, Moneybagg Yo - 10 Figure lyrics

[Trippie Redd, Moneybagg Yo - 10 Figure lyrics]

(Ha, good one, Richard)
Yeah
Yeah, uh
(Yeah) , yeah (Oh) , yeah, yeah (Wow) , yeah
I like to flex (Yeah)
I like to flex, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
I like to flex (Mmh, uh, uh)
You see these diamonds 'round my neck

Uh, bad little bitch
I turned that ho into a demon
(Yeah)
She gon' hold my hand while
A young nigga peein'
Smack her on the ass and hit
My plug while she cleanin'
Nibble on that pussy like
A young nigga teethin'
Yeah, I did the race in this McLaren
I'm leadin'
(Vroom)
Moving too fast, Need for Speed
Say I cheated
(Yeah! Yeah)
Rolex got me sick, too cold
Now I'm sneezin'
(Yeah! Yeah)
I don't think I need it
But guess what? I'ma keep it
(Yeah! Yeah)

Yeah, I'm a six-figure nigga (Oh)
Seven-figure nigga (Huh)
Eight-figure nigga
Nine-figure nigga (Yeah)
A ten-figure nigga (Ayy)
Me and my bitch and I'm
Getting rich with her
(Okay)

I ain't with that chit-chat
That chitter chitter
(Let's go)
I was taught by the OGs to keep my chin up
(Keep my chin up)
Getting to that bag, big flexing
Doin' sit-ups
(Doin' sit-ups)
Dye my bitch hair pink, a killer killer
Moonwalking in my Chanels, this the Thriller
(Woo)
Pray to God every day (Woo) , a born sinner
Smoking on that greenery, this caterpillar
You really moving wrong, G
I might just hit ya

Ayy (Doo doo doo)
Doo doo doo, uh
Bow, bow
Bang, bang, yeah, bang (Yeah)
Uh, count my green (Yeah)
Count my Gs (Yeah, ayy)
Flex (Count my Gs)

'Cause I'm a six-figure nigga (Yeah)
Seven-figure nigga (Huh, turn up, yeah)
Eight-figure nigga (Ayy)
Nine-figure nigga (Yeah)
Ten-figure nigga
(Yeah, that's a lot of shit, nigga, like)
I'm gettin' rich, nigga
(You gotta know I'm havin' that, ooh)
It's and my bitch and I'm
Getting rich with her
(Life good now, okay)

(Hey)
No occasion
(None)
I'm a lil' too wasted (Lil' too dope)
All blue faces (Huncho) , on a daily basis
Light show, light show, crazy, crazy
I look like the strip in Vegas
Got a new bitch, I upgraded
Can't go back to basic baby
(Never)
I'm on the Florida red, I'm Trippie (Bling)
Don't slip in the drip like I'm icky (Oops)
They say I'm worth seven
But I got five figures with me
(Right now)
Ice on me on numb
Is that why they in they feelings?
(Huh?)
Shoot him in his heart, hands on his chest
Shiggy
(Grrah)
Real rich nigga, I'm a broke nigga killer
(Murder)
Ex-drug dealers, white rectangle pillars
('Nilla)
I ain't got no filter, you and her
Me in the middle
(Three way)
Thumbin' through four hundred
Smokin' Skittles
(Ayy)

'Cause I'm a six-figure nigga
Seven-figure nigga (Huh)
Eight-figure nigga
Nine-figure nigga (Yeah)
Ten-figure nigga (Yeah)
I'm gettin' rich, nigga
It's and my bitch and I'm
Getting rich with her
(Okay)

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