Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti – Prayers Lyrics

Prayers

Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

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"Prayers." - Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 09:41 am

Album: 2 Federal

Track No: 19

Yo
Tell me what
Don't do no better then a four letter shot
Real **** don't argue
Rich **** don't bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess God answered my prayers
Stayed down till the money came
I guess God answered my prayers
Got my shirt off with my chains on
I'm street smart as hell
Can't you tell
Sent your money off go and came back
And God answered you prayers
We ain't seen it me and CEO
On a private jet 'bout to take off
I ain't really with the back and forth talk
Fifty in the Glock, Zach Randolph
Got up off my ass
Had to make sacrifices just to see my people rich
Know a **** got some killers with me
I'm G'd up I'm on my own dick
**** rich, that's a cold kit
She fucked your dog that's a cold bitch
In in the game like EA
Diamonds lemonade, no Minute Maid
Don't want to hear that you fuck with me now
'Cause you ain't fuck with me, when I was fucked up
Fucked around and ran my bucks up
Yeah, my baby mama and them lucked up
God bless 'em, ****, amen
I got white neighbors where I stay, man
I can see the money clear now
Spent a couple thou' on some Ray Bans
Real **** don't argue
Rich **** don't bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess God answered my prayers
Stayed down till the money came
I guess God answered my prayers
Beefing with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I'm a rich ****
Guess God answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit lick , ****
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street ****
God answered your prayers
Stayed down till I came up
Watched a fuck **** change up
We all thugging can't blame us
Don't need pussy **** they shame us
Guess Niff got all gangster
Once a **** got famous
Don't get the shit twisted
Twenty million later still gone shoot that banger
Popping pills going to sleep
Waking up trying to deal with my anger
Falling out with my homeboys
Feel more comfortable 'round strangers
Pull the lamb up to the clipboard
Got the jet waiting in the hanger
With a whole bunch of hood **** with me
Ready to kill, how could you blame 'em
Playing with me and you still breathing
Well God answered your prayers
Know the game got layers
Fuck your bitch that's a lay up
Never catch a **** later
**** better get his weight up
Play with me ain't safe bro
Get your grand mammy's shit spayed up
Real **** don't argue
Rich **** don't bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess God answered my prayers
Stayed down till the money came
I guess God answered my prayers
Beefing with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I'm a rich ****
Guess God answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit lick ****
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street ****
God answered your prayers

Writer(s): Demario White, Mario Mims & Dyllan McKinney.

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