Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta – New Chain (feat. Yo Gotti) Ly

Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta – New Chain (feat. Yo Gotti) Lyrics

New Chain

Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta (feat. Yo Gotti)

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"New Chain." - Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta (feat. Yo Gotti)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 05:08 am

Album: Code Red

Track No: 05

Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?
New chain on chill, but I'm hot as two suns
Protecting the brand, I went and bought some more guns
Roll up some shit, look like elephant thumbs
Bagg, it's your time, set the watch on my arm
Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never lacking, getting head with my hammer
Ain't used to nothing, she thought Chanel was channel
When I record, she show out for the camera
Bust down the Cartier, Plain Jane the Hublot
One bitch, that's uno with me in this two-door
Stars in the Lambo', I done went Pluto
Me and this money a dynamic duo
Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex
Live in a condo and trap out the duplex
Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck
Walk in the spot, all the hoes all like, "Who that?" (Him)
I did a feature, they paid with Biscotti (Smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
They pray for my ending but I just got started
Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillow
Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
Knock off a opp then I fuck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil Jon and get low (What?)
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA to New York (Flight 125)
Know I'm lit but I'm just heating up
It's way too early to be passing the torch (Can't do that)
I turned the condo to a trap spot
Let a **** take my chain, I bet not
Already too late if you see that red dot (Baow, brrt, go)
Protecting the brand, I just bought some new Glocks (Grrah)
Coronavirus, they went outta stock
I give my shooters high price for your top
Guarantee one day your body gon' drop (How much?)
Guarantee one day them bitches gon' hate on me
Guarantee this the day they gon' get caught (Guarantee)
I put that AK right dead in your face
You know when it's a robbery, you can't move a lot (Grrt)
Walk in the spot, all the rappers, they get back
I'm the same **** they call for they shit back (Pussy)
I make my bitches break down like a Kit Kat
You want that smoke but you know you not with that (Nah)
I might work out on your bitch like a six pack
Flooded my Heavy Camp chain with the baguettes (Ice)
I'm not the typical **** you fuss at
You not the typical bitch I would hush for
Gotta let you know you playin' with a don (Don)
I put that Cartier watch on my arm (Watch on my arm)
I done did so much dirt under the sun
I done did so much good shit for my mom
Rich **** flow, come from the slums
I shoot my opps, I don't spot out then run
I got a bitch out in Cali, she blond
I spend my money with shine so I won (Gang, gang)
Hundreds on choppers, the meanest a throwback
Fly to Miami, I'm freeing Lil Kodak
Bool on the Lamb', that's matchin' my zodiac
I'm having Zoom calls back of the Maybach (Hello?)
If it ain't 'bout millions, let me be excused ('Scused)
Don't disrespect me, ****, thinking it's cool
No fuck shit be tolerated in the crew
And we don't make Worldstar, we make the news
And everything mafia (Mafia)
And everything profitable
I don't see nothing from stopping us
My bitch want a Birkin, I'm coppin' 'em (Coppin' em)
Lil' dawg want a body, he dropping 'em
Baguettey the chain, make it look different (Yeah)
Bust down the Richard to rock in the kitchen (Okay)
Give 'em a stack to clean up the dishes
Don't talk on the phone, we know that they listening (Hello?)
The trap been producing a hundred a day
Bag been charging a hundred a day (A hundred)
Youngsta gon' keep a hundred in the K
Another hundred on the way
Fishscale, every **** with me get a plate for real
Every **** with me sell weight still
Every **** with me go ape for real
I'ma teach you how to work that Drac' for real
Like how you make that ass shake for real
I'ma fuck in the front of that Wraith for real
Your boyfriend an opp, but you safe for real
Got a new chain and that bitch come from Wafi
He got a Rollie, he just beat a body
You know it ain't my shit if it ain't exotic
She wanna kick it, I don't do karate
I like lil' shawty, I'm feeling your body
Bought her a Cuban, the pendant say Gotti

Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Demario White, Mario Mims & Joshua Luellen.

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