Moneybagg Yo – Days 'n Nights (feat. Quavo) Lyrics

Days 'n Nights

Moneybagg Yo (feat. Quavo)

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"Days 'n Nights." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. Quavo)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:30 pm

Album: ELO: Everybody Lives On

Track No: 10

I fucked your bitch, that was last night
I had to get up, go catch a flight
I had to get up, go get some money
I had to count up at least a hundred
They tryna book me in California
I'm like, I'm smokin' on California
I'm in the bank, smell like marijuana
People like, damn, what's that loud aroma?
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, for real
I been on the go, fuck slowin' down
Takin' care of business, fuck fuck around
Hard to catch up with me, in and out of town
Got your bitch with me, she way outta bounds
Smokin' orange herb, call this shit the mound
Walk through TSA smellin' like a pound
They was on me heavy, tryna search me down
Plane just departed, I just left the ground
Conversation 'bout some paper
Smokin' kush, straight outta paper
Feet kicked up like a player
Like I don't see none of you haters
Versace, Louis V my glasses
I been on the road smashin'
I been gettin' money in lump sums
Man, my lil' girl rockin' Tom-Toms
Far away from where I come from
Kickin' doors and catch bombs
Watch take up half my forearm
Tabs and percs, I want both of 'em
Her and her, I want both of 'em
Double head, that's nice
I was turnt last night
Woke up, damn near missed my flight
I fucked your bitch, that was last night
I had to get up, go catch a flight
I had to get up, go get some money
I had to count up at least a hundred
They tryna book me in California
I'm like, I'm smokin' on California
I'm in the bank, smell like marijuana
People like, damn, what's that loud aroma?
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, for real
Quavo, bundles of hundreds
Been on the road for months
I took a bitch off the runway
I made her cook up and roll blunts
Pipe it up, I got the Midas touch
Shoot up the club on the Vicodin
I used to watch the J's scratchin' they arm
Like I just sold 'em some Niacin
Hop on a plane, I fly Delta
Rolls and shows out in Belgium
Membership in Continental
Fuck your bitch right out a rental
You know I fuck with the narcs
All of my car autopark
You **** scared of the dark
None of my gangsters bark, no talkin'
I put the work in the shop cart
Silencer sound like a dart
My plane is finna depart
I fly over water with sharks
It need some more water, it's parched
Trapping is a way of art
Young ****, you got 'em real smart
And keep a toaster, Pop Tart
I fucked your bitch, that was last night
I had to get up, go catch a flight
I had to get up, go get some money
I had to count up at least a hundred
They tryna book me in California
I'm like, I'm smokin' on California
I'm in the bank, smell like marijuana
People like, damn, what's that loud aroma?
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, hey
Days 'n nights
Days 'n nights, roads and flights, for real, yeah

Writer(s): Moneybagg Yo, Quavo, YS Trakkz.

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