Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta – Birthplace Lyrics

Birthplace

Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta

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"Birthplace." - Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 03:34 pm

Album: Code Red

Track No: 01

Bitch
Whore
Go
Put a price on love, won't pay that (No)
In the city only where I get hate at (Where I'm from)
Make sure the shit real 'fore you take that (Better)
Tryna do what I do, can't fake that (At all)
I'm the shit without you and you know that (You know that)
Bitches mad I done bought my ho that (Lambo)
FN like wind I'ma blow that (Go)
Steady steppin' on shit, free Kodak
Humble to a certain extent, jump off the jet, then board the yacht (Yacht)
Let Youngsta control the car (Why?)
Press the bread, I'm twistin' 'za (Rollin')
And this shit here very high (Very high)
London Cake with Berry Pie (Berry Pie)
Gotta know smoke come with fire (Fire)
You must not be scared to die (Huh?)
I get money, fuck you think? (Yeah)
Smokin' 'za, real Murder Inc. (Murder)
Poured up in a dirty drink (Lean)
Sippin' with my sneaky link (Shh)
Hit her on the kitchen sink (Ugh, ugh)
She hollerin' out, energy
Tell her what she wanna hear (Huh)
She be like, "You sendin' me" (Haha)
Lingo in my wordplay (Yeah)
All a **** get is M's, represent my birthplace
Hitters come through with that yeah, at your top like hairspray (Brrrt)
Do 'em in the worst way (How?)
His **** didn't ride for him, they just got shirts made (Damn)
Ugh, ugh, whoa
Once I cut you off, don't want you back
Mad jealous ho
You my biggest hater, that's a fact
I can't never fold
You know I can't spare no pussy rats
I'm gon' wipe his nose
They put cases on me back to back
I get money, fuck you thinkin'?
All blue hundreds, I don't fuck with pink (Pink, pink)
Feds in the hood, every day an opp dyin'
Church on Sunday in my Cuban link (Yeah)
I been hearin' voices, you gon' get extorted
I'm just tellin' you what the shooters think (That part)
You a pussy ****
Every time you wash your pussy, you gon' have to use a sink (That part)
Yeah, she want a part of my heart
I'm tryna give this lil' bitch a part of my safe
I told that bitch from the start
I ain't tryna be in love with you, I just wanna go on dates
She ain't gotta ask me, she know where the stash be
She know when the opps come, she better spray
I love her body, pay for the pla-ski
Every time I wanna hit, she gonna lay
I get money, fuck you think? (Yeah)
Smokin' 'za, real Murder Inc (Murder)
Poured up in a dirty drink (Lean)
Sippin' with my sneaky link (Shh)
Hit her on the kitchen sink (Ugh, ugh)
She hollerin' out, energy
Tell her what she wanna hear (Huh)
She be like, "You sendin' me" (Haha)
Lingo in my wordplay (Yeah)
All a **** get is M's, represent my birthplace
Hitters come through with that yeah, at your top like hairspray (Brrrt)
Do 'em in the worst way (How?)
His **** didn't ride for him, they just got shirts made (Damn)
Ugh, ugh, whoa
Once I cut you off, don't want you back
Mad jealous ho
You my biggest hater, that's a fact
I can't never fold
You know I can't spare no pussy rats
I'm gon' wipe his nose
They put cases on me back to back

Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Demario White & Christopher Pearson.

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