Moneybagg Yo, Wallway Pack - Nothing To Something lyrics
Moneybagg Yo [DeMario DeWayne White Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Moneybagg Yo, Wallway Pack - Nothing To Something lyrics]
Nothin' to somethin'
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the cealin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings
(first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist
(bitch I'm the trillest)
The money come hunnids bags at the time
That should tell you that I'm on my grind
I fuck a bitch when I got the time
Never comfortable I keep that iron
If you lookin', I ain't hard to find
In the streets white and yellow lines
Sellin' packs before I rode around
In the trap lookin' out the blinds
I pop me a pill till it dissolves
My wrist says I'm glizzy
(my wrist says im glizzy)
Yo diamonds don't hit up at all
(they don't) you need some assistance
(you need you some help)
I poured up a deuce John Wall
I with Pack, thats my dawg big bag, big boss
I run the city, fuck the law
Nothin' to somethin'
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the ceilin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings
(first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist
(bitch I'm the trillest)
I heard she ain't got no cash
I just left for neiman
So i dropped that bagg
You know all my niggas
Shootin' like Steve Nagg (steve nagg)
They like Pack, you want to be with moneybagg
Let's get to it and goin'
Bring that money back (back, naw I mean)
You know my niggas the realist
Like Tyson my diamonds the hittin'
We fuck the baddest bitches
We get the cash and flip it
These niggas ain't makin' no moves on baby
I know you broke, cuz you ain't got no paper
Pulled up with bagg
I just fucked up the bank
I be dodgin, in that Bentley musslin
Hope I don't crash, I be on drank
What a wonderful feelin'
Catch this bitch slippin'
Wha in the fuck were you thinkin'
Stars in the ceilin' pull up in that wraith
You started doubtin' my lil homie Case
Done with these faces i'm not racist
We really came from nothin'
Nothin' to somethin'
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the ceilin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings
(first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist
(bitch I'm the trillest)
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the cealin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings
(first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist
(bitch I'm the trillest)
The money come hunnids bags at the time
That should tell you that I'm on my grind
I fuck a bitch when I got the time
Never comfortable I keep that iron
If you lookin', I ain't hard to find
In the streets white and yellow lines
Sellin' packs before I rode around
In the trap lookin' out the blinds
I pop me a pill till it dissolves
My wrist says I'm glizzy
(my wrist says im glizzy)
Yo diamonds don't hit up at all
(they don't) you need some assistance
(you need you some help)
I poured up a deuce John Wall
I with Pack, thats my dawg big bag, big boss
I run the city, fuck the law
Nothin' to somethin'
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the ceilin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings
(first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist
(bitch I'm the trillest)
I heard she ain't got no cash
I just left for neiman
So i dropped that bagg
You know all my niggas
Shootin' like Steve Nagg (steve nagg)
They like Pack, you want to be with moneybagg
Let's get to it and goin'
Bring that money back (back, naw I mean)
You know my niggas the realist
Like Tyson my diamonds the hittin'
We fuck the baddest bitches
We get the cash and flip it
These niggas ain't makin' no moves on baby
I know you broke, cuz you ain't got no paper
Pulled up with bagg
I just fucked up the bank
I be dodgin, in that Bentley musslin
Hope I don't crash, I be on drank
What a wonderful feelin'
Catch this bitch slippin'
Wha in the fuck were you thinkin'
Stars in the ceilin' pull up in that wraith
You started doubtin' my lil homie Case
Done with these faces i'm not racist
We really came from nothin'
Nothin' to somethin'
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the ceilin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings
(first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist
(bitch I'm the trillest)