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Clear Da Air

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"Clear Da Air." - Moneybagg Yo

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 01:41 pm

Album: A Gangsta’s Pain: Reloaded

Track No: 21

Federal, federal, federal, federal, fed
Who? Ah, who talkin' to me?
Man, put that shit in a envelop, put a address on it
We don't do diss songs, we clear the air
Go
**** be lyin' like they raw (Lie)
48 hunnid my cost
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (In the spot)
Keep your eyes on the bread, I told her (Stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (Went and bought a car)
Open that truffle bag full of za (Right there)
We gon' smoke till tomorrow (24)
I might keep these pains for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxiin' (Evian)
I do the white ones, leave four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (Dough Boi)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (Don't know)
Ain't with that fake shit
By the time they started showin' love, I was straight then (Only wanna)
I'm double G, I put my bitches in double C's (Three)
Turned a section 8 house to a Double Tree (Trap)
Real **** and hittas they run with me (Gang)
BGE I'm protectin' the company (Bread)
I done took the label to a whole other level (Gone)
Now they respectin' my mind more
On a money spree
She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me (Why?)
I don't make time for her
I'm goin' in from the back
She like when my hands on her neck (Ooh)
Give her that demon affect (Ew)
Blow her head up with a lie (How?)
Tell her, her pussy the best
Don't disrespect me with no treesha (No)
It's either walk or the TEC (TEC)
Chargin' a hunnid a set (Yeah)
Can you get higher than that? (Uh)
Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet
Send a blitz out of stolo (Go, go)
You the law, you the popo (12)
Fuckin' your bitch, I got mojo (Ew)
Keep it on me, I ain't dolo (Right now)
Racks on me, loaded potatoes (Right now)
Can't name a place where I can't go (No, no)
I bet' not trip, I replace hoes (Swap out)
I'm in that don't give a fuck mode (Federal, federal)
**** be lyin' like they raw (Lie)
48 hunnid my cost
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (In the spot)
Keep your eyes on the bread, I told her (Stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (Went and bought a car)
Open that truffle bag full of za (Right there)
We gon' smoke till tomorrow (24)
I might keep these pains for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxiin' (Evian)
I do the white ones, leave four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (Dough Boi)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (Don't know)
Ain't with that fake shit
By the time they started showin' love, I was straight then (Only wanna)
Man, this shit crazy (How?)
I put the drip on daily (Lil')
Like it's a special occasion (Somethin')
Know what I'm blazin'
Dang, my eyes all Asian like me and Johnnie related (Haha)
**** wait till they get money, get gangsta
This the type of shit that flushed me (Flushed me)
Fuck you **** and your support, you just act like it
You don't love me
I'm better than I was 'fore I started
When you get real money, you don't bargain
Chrome Heart camel hat **** flawgin'
I told her come and eat me like you starvin'
Even in high school I was mobbin' (What that mean?)
Trappin', breakin', bitches robbin' (On it)
Ain't know it was gon' be this (Nah)
But I knew I was gon' gimme some money regardless (True)
**** be lyin' like they raw (Lie)
48 hunnid my cost
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (In the spot)
Keep your eyes on the bread, I told her (Stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (Went and bought a car)
Open that truffle bag full of za (Right there)
We gon' smoke till tomorrow (24)
I might keep these pains for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxiin' (Evian)
I do the white ones, leave four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (Dough Boi)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (Don't know)
Ain't with that fake shit
By the time they started showin' love, I was straight then (Only wanna)
Turn Me Up YC
Red, damn, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh

Writer(s): Demario White, Christian Greene, Jorres Nelson & Christopher Pearson.

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