Moneybagg Yo – Questions Lyrics

Questions

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"Questions." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 09:13 pm

Album: Heartless

Track No: 02

How long you been rapping?
A lil' minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trapping?
Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy, how you went and got it?
I've been grinding
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side
He's my ****
Man, how that shit happen?
Don't worry 'bout it
Is you really breaking bread with your team?
I am
Or are you just capping?
I'm good
They asking me, asking me
They asking me questions, man, I don't even reply to 'em
They asking me, asking me
They ask me 'bout drugs, I don't do nothing but lie to 'em
They asking me twenty-one questions
Over and over, I don't do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me
Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Playing, hope they get lucky
Hoping I crack, nah, I'll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other ****' affidavits
Why you sign with Gotti, ain't you the mob?
You know you wrong
What, you doing it for the money or something?
What, you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean, is I'm tryna get on?
Look, I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
'Cause, ****, I'm grown
See real **** link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And **** can't tell me who to fuck with
'Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining
While you was at home
And I'm the type of **** smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome
How long you been rapping?
A lil' minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trapping?
Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy, how you went and got it?
I've been grinding
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side
He's my ****
Man, how that shit happen?
Don't worry 'bout it
Is you really breaking bread with your team?
I am
Or are you just capping?
I'm good
They asking me, asking me
They asking me questions, man, I don't even reply to 'em
They asking me, asking me
They ask me 'bout drugs, I don't do nothing but lie to 'em
They asking me twenty-one questions
Over and over, I don't do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me
Mad 'cause I got my ass in
Same **** talking, same **** woulda broke the pen
I'ma shoot my thirty-two, that's why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip'll take off a ****'s skin
Or take off a **** head
I'm like, fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make you hard to comprehend
I just got to ask these questions
Why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media acting like you do but don't want smoke?
Same **** act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post, all on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain't with it
What you riding, how you living?
How much you got, what you spending?
Who you rock with, who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain't with the questions, you need to stop it
How long you been rapping?
A lil' minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trapping?
Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy, how you went and got it?
I've been grinding
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side
He's my ****
Man, how that shit happen?
Don't worry 'bout it
Is you really breaking bread with your team?
I am
Or are you just capping?
I'm good
They asking me, asking me
They asking me questions, man, I don't even reply to 'em
They asking me, asking me
They ask me 'bout drugs, I don't do nothing but lie to 'em
They asking me twenty-one questions
Over and over, I don't do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me
They tryna fuck me

Writer(s): Demario White & Bryan Lamar Simmons.

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