Moneybagg Yo – Correct Me Lyrics

Correct Me

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"Correct Me." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:45 pm

Album: Bet On Me

Track No: 07

It supposed to be free your dawg 'til the day he make it home
Correct me if I'm wrong
I lost my guy to some gunfire, feel like he left me all alone
It supposed to be VVS stones, not no S.I.
Correct me if I'm wrong
If I don't fuck wit' 'cha, I don't fuck wit' 'cha
And I gotta make it known
Hand on my lap, clutchin', gotta make it home
Correct me if I'm wrong
I brought some kids in the world
My only prayer is protect 'em when I'm gone
It be the ones by ya, throwin' shade all alone
Correct me if I'm wrong
It's been enough love shown
Get the fuck on
Stop me if I'm wrong
I go fed in that bitch, no indictment
I'm stabbin', I'm smashin' I'm knife'n
Keep goin', keep goin', don't stop
I'm comin', you better catch every drop
I poured me the deuce in the soda pop
I had let out some shots when I saw the opps
These diamonds wet, they like I had to soak it
Booked, just jumped out the crib and you had to notice
Treat the drink like them twins, I double dosed it
Memory lane with the gang, we had to toast it
Brought the wraith to the hood, I had to coast it
Y'all got to forgive me, I had a moment
If she tell you we fucked, she talkin' too much
Change up my number, she's stalkin' too much
WD40, I got off the rust
I mean business like I'm in a tux
It supposed to be free your dawg 'til the day he make it home
Correct me if I'm wrong
I lost my guy to some gunfire, feel like he left me all alone
It supposed to be VVS stones, not no S.I.
Correct me if I'm wrong
If I don't fuck wit' 'cha, I don't fuck wit' 'cha
And I gotta make it known
Hand on my lap, clutchin', gotta make it home
Correct me if I'm wrong
I brought some kids in the world
My only prayer is protect 'em when I'm gone
It be the ones by ya, throwin shade all alone
Correct me if I'm wrong
It's been enough love shown
Get the fuck on
Stop me if I'm wrong
**** sayin' how they boss and they real
I seen your name in black in white, boy, you squeal
Drop my head down and shed us some tears
When the judge gave bruh 'n them two hundred years
I'm exhausted, I've been takin' it slowly
The ground shakin' 'cause my album approachin'
I show my face just to cause some commotion
I be in trenches not on IG, I'm posted
I been like this for a minute
I'm lit and you might get offended
Got my check up like the clinic
The place that made me own a pendant
I fuck dude bitch and put it in a song
If he ain't my ****, it's cool right?
Correct me if I'm wrong
It supposed to be free your dawg 'til the day he make it home
Correct me if I'm wrong
I lost my guy to some gunfire, feel like he left me all alone
It supposed to be VVS stones, not no S.I.
Correct me if I'm wrong
If I don't fuck wit' 'cha, I don't fuck wit' 'cha
And I gotta make it known
Hand on my lap, clutchin', gotta make it home
Correct me if I'm wrong
I brought some kids in the world
My only prayer is protect 'em when I'm gone
It be the ones by ya, throwin shade all alone
Correct me if I'm wrong
It's been enough love shown
Get the fuck on
Stop me if I'm wrong

Writer(s): Demario White & Brytavious Lakeith Chambers.

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