Moneybagg Yo – Brain Dead (feat. Ari) Lyrics

Brain Dead

Moneybagg Yo (feat. Ari)

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"Brain Dead." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. Ari)

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 03:32 pm

Album: Code Red

Track No: 07

Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You said I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and a eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead
I wanna give, but tryna maintain a level head
I live with no regrets, I ain't takin' back nothin' I said
That dick hit different when I pop a Perc to the head
You my lil' G, no notary, I'm stampin' it
Flashbacks of us fuckin' in the rain, I still had on my chains
Thought I saw you, but you not here, you left a stain on my brain
Just accept my flaws and all the slime that it come with my name
**** ain't a factor, that's a fact, they can't play in my lane
Back seat of the Maybach, Presi' Rolex plain, grown mane
If you adore her, you gotta Dior her, ain't no price range
Tell me this endless, show me you won't run out on us
You say I'm not affectionate, it's not my fault, I don't know love
Always gettin' on your nerve, it be my choice of words
You got to be the one for me, look at all these hoes I curve
The blind can see how I'm comin', at least I'm raw and I'm honest
I'm not gon' play 'bout this woman, brain dead, you left me unconscious
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
DIstant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and a eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Hey babe, I'm just callin' to check on you, see where you at, what you doin'
Call me when you can, love you, bye
I'm not finna keep call your motherfuckin' phone, like
Call me the fuck back, drop your location, something
I'm gonna beat your ass, you got me fucked up
Call me back now
I'm sick of this shit, like, I'm done, I don't know why you always do this shit to me
Like, you waste my fuckin' time, all the time
All you have to do is call me back

Writer(s): Demario White, Christopher Pearson, Ari Fletcher & Summer Walker.

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