Moneybagg Yo, Wavy Navy Pooh - Money On My Head lyrics

Whole lotta sub shit, no scrub shit, nigga
Get money and stop hatin', fuckboy
(Ayo, Shod Beatz)
You understand me? Ayy, ayy, ayy

These niggas say it's money on my head
But they ain't got enough (Nah)
Looking for these niggas in these streets
But they ain't poppin' up (Nah)
I'm cuttin' through the other side
But I ain't leave 'em dead enough (Ayy)
I'm snappin' on my shooter
He ain't paint that nigga red enough (Ayy)
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down
You know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that nigga talking like he savage
But he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you
Know my niggas some shooters, Ayy
(You understand me?)
We don't do no talkin'


Wе ain't with the computers (No)

Black leadеrs of our days, yeah
My niggas some bloods (Navy)
See these diamonds 'round my neck
Yeah I got this out the mud (Wavy)
Common revolution in progress
My nigga Juice, He a Crip
Step out of bounds, I hit
His line, my nigga Juice, He'll trip
Fuck I look like beefin' with niggas?
I'm too big for y'all
The first to make it out my city
Look what I did for y'all
(You understand me?)
You niggas cutting on my side
What was you thinkin', Dog?
(What was you thinkin', dog?)
You niggas getting out of line
You need a spankin', Dog?
(You need a spankin', dog?)
Mannie Fresh, watch a nigga get his roll on
(Get my roll on) baby girl
How you a freak? You got your clothes on
(Got them clothes on)
When I pick up my lil' shooter
All he need is a molly
When I pick up my lil' shooter
He gon' catch him a body

These niggas say it's money on my head
But they ain't got enough
Looking for these niggas in these streets
But they ain't poppin' up (No)
I'm cuttin' through the other side
But I ain't leave 'em dead enough
I'm snappin' on my shooter
He ain't paint that nigga red enough
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down
You know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that nigga talking like he savage
But he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you
Know my niggas some shooters, Ayy
(You understand me? Ayy)
We don't do no talkin'
We ain't with the computers (No)

Already be fly before I even board a flight
(Just land) ducked off in the trenches
They thought I was losing sight
(Can't see me)
We push when it's necessary
Don't believe the hype (Go)
I'm a young nigga, Don't give a fuck and
That's her favorite type
Now you know that ain't my speed
Why you run and make a post?
They gon' do it, they gon' go
Boss and drug can't tell 'em blow (Shoot)
Hitters pulled a triple double
They scored three times in a row
Prefer my drugs raw like me
I hate when they play with the dope (Fuck)
Kept my distance for a reason
He a rat and I knew it (Knew it)
Tunnel vision 'bout this paper how
I'm gettin' straight to it (Gone)
Everything I do exclusive
This the latest in Louis (Drip)
Ain't a soul fuckin' with me
We can end the conclusion (Wavy)

These niggas say it's money on my head
But they ain't got enough (Nah)
Looking for these niggas in these streets
But they ain't poppin' up (No)
I'm cuttin' through the other side
But I ain't leave 'em dead enough
I'm snappin' on my shooter
He ain't paint that nigga red enough
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down
You know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that nigga talking like he savage
But he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you
Know my niggas some shooters, Ayy
(You understand me? Ayy)
We don't do no talkin'
We ain't with the computers (No)

I'd rather catch him in the car
Than catch him on feet, Ayy
Yeah, you scored
But I'ma catch you niggas four deep
The way he ran 'em down
You swear them boys had no heat (Ayy)
Them niggas chicken, yeah, they sour, yeah
They so sweet see me looking clean
Wavy where you got your fade at? (Wavy)
Niggas wanna ride shotgun
They see me laid back (You understand me?)
See them keys and them guns
There? You can have that
Please don't call my phone if
You hesitate to grab that
Niggas hollerin' gang just to flip
Me up on Snapchat when I up, you gon' run
You won't have no time to clap back
Spin a nigga 'round
Put two shots in his snapback
Leave a nigga in the store in
A bag like some Rap Snacks (Wavy)

These niggas say it's money on my head
But they ain't got enough (Nah)
Looking for these niggas in these streets
But they ain't poppin' up (No)
I'm cuttin' through the other side
But I ain't leave 'em dead enough
I'm snappin' on my shooter
He ain't paint that nigga red enough
Walk up on that nigga, gun him down
You know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that nigga talking like he savage
But he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you
Know my niggas some shooters, Ayy
(You understand me? Ayy)
We don't do no talkin'
We ain't with the computers (No)

(Ayo, Shod Beatz)