Moneybagg Yo – FIREPLACE Lyrics

FIREPLACE

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"FIREPLACE." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:59 pm

Album: SPEAK NOW OR...

Track No: 19

I just made it to the city
Aye, go to J.R. Crickets for me
Get me a ten-piece lemon pepper hot
Lemonade with the ranch
Know how I like my shit
Hey, yeah
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place
I'm the hottest, come and fuck me by the fireplace
DM from this rapper bitch, she tryna spin the block again
Vanish mode, I ain't say nun back, so now she sent her friend
Dick got her crazy, delusional, wildin'
Tryna start some', so we can make up, bitch, you childish
Got a famous ho riding with me servin'
She just wan' be on the team, don't need no jersey
Said she ain't had nun in so long, she back a virgin
How it's grippin', I believe her like a sermon
Baby, pass me that backpack on the seat
I got her soaking wet right now, she love the trapper in me
She even taking all my lingo, bitch, adapting to me
Always talking 'bout how she done and then relapsing on me
I know cap when I see
Almost had me
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place
I'm the hottest, come and fuck me by the fireplace
All these **** want her, let's be real, that's just a fantasy
Asked her, "How I know you really mine?" She went and tatted me
I'ma trick off on her, but go harder when she mad at me
Deep off in that field, run through money like a athlete
Beat it, knock her shit loose
Now put my spot up in your name and put my Glock too
Don't get too comfortable, I snatch yo' friend and swap you
What's her name and woot-the-woot really my top two
She looked at me like a idol, bae, I got you
We don't need no title
Block that **** number, it took him too long to ice you
Stand on all that shit that you be saying when I'm inside you
Say that pussy mine, I bust you down and up your value
Turn yo' stock up overnight
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place
I'm the hottest, come and fuck me by the fireplace

Writer(s): Demario White & Brian J. Wolf.

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