YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Quando Rondo - This for The lyrics

Oh oh, oh oh slime, yeah
DMac got me too bangin'

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

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

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

Too many bands in my bank account (No cap)
A lot of blue hunnit's, 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

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!