Moneybagg Yo – No Cutt (feat. Lil Baby) Lyrics

No Cutt

Moneybagg Yo (feat. Lil Baby)

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"No Cutt." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. Lil Baby)

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:37 pm

Album: Bet On Me

Track No: 06

Drumgod
Baby
I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (No cut, ****)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (Ass on her)
The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I might have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out)
Pocket full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (No)
Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude
If I hit your wifey, that gon' cause a family feud (Woah)
I come out on top, my ****, I win, I can't lose (No sir)
Yo, crab and noodles, I'm at Crustacean's
(Paradise on my vacation)
My life real and I can't fake it
(My trill and I can't do that)
My bitch bad but she act basic
(My bitch bad but she act stupid)
We let off shots, you call 'em flagrant
Who got popped? Don't leave no statement
All I heard was he didn't make it (No)
She got me to herself and leaked all your information
So I know what you're goin' through
Your bank account look vacant (Empty)
It's like looking at a fat bitch when she get naked (Ew)
Flexin' for the 'Gram, he ain't even got no paper to flex with
I ran up a check, bitch, now they watchin' me like Netflix (Lookin')
All my diamonds water, don't get fried, I tote fish sticks (Big sticks)
Fully loaded SIG, when it spit it don't miss shit (Mushy)
I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (No cut, ****)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (Ass on her)
The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I might have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out)
Pocket full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (No)
Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude
If I hit your wifey, that gon' cause a family feud (Woah)
I come out on top, my ****, I win, I can't lose
Baby
Hellcat, thousand horsepowers, got it geeked up
Heard your baby mama play with powder, get her geeked up
Heard that they want smoke but we too loud, they need to speak up
Another two hundred every weekend, they can't keep up
I was just sittin' in a prison with my phone out
Movin' like a boss, send hit, get 'em Don Cor'
Now I'm on the streets gettin' money, it's the same thing
Everywhere I go, don't matter the city, I let my chain chain
Post your life savings on your page, ****, you a dope
Magic City money **** trippin' prolly threw a dub
Coulda hit your bitch but I didn't, **** you a scrub
I be sippin' red by the pint but I fuck wit coke
I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (No cut, ****)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (Ass on her)
The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I might have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out)
Pocket full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (No)
Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude
If I hit your wifey, that gon' cause a family feud (Woah)
I come out on top, my ****, I win, I can't lose (No sir)
B-G-E the logo, we got choppers like Sicario
They just caught you loafin' at the Kroger's, now you gotta go
FaceTime me like it's a match, don't hit me back (Smash)
You play with the gang, your shit go splat, just got whacked (Smoosh)

Writer(s): Lil Baby, Demario White & Producer.

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