Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label – See Wat I’m Sayin Lyrics

See Wat I’m Sayin

Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label

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"See Wat I’m Sayin." - Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 02:49 am

Album: Gangsta Art

Track No: 06

(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke, now they just playin' (Who?)
**** real hoes, know what I'm sayin' (You)
Dat's what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna fuck me soon as I land (Ugh)
Turned her out, she rep my brand (Go)
Four bitches can fit in the Phantom
I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta
Since I got money, they calling me handsome
I fell in love with this girl, she a dancer
Uh, I think her name was Breanna (Who?)
I get mad at the hoe, block her number
Head was trash so I had to dump her (Dump her)
Left her ass'd out like Madonna (Go)
Get it in by the load, break it down, sell it whole
Either way I'm doing numbers (Real shit)
Twenty M's to the good, I need some more
Tryna buss the clock for a hunda (M's)
Smashing this nasty lil' bitch, I hit from the back, pulling her frontal
Every day I can give it, I'm really too humble
Fuck it, I'm shirt and top off for the summer (Gave it)
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin' (Visual)
Hopping out the jet with them bands (Typical)
Load up the Drac, leave 'em laying (Critical)
Glock with a switch in yo' hand (Finish 'em)
I know a bitch got more money than her baby daddy
**** just sad (Pitiful)
I know a clique, got more reppers than steppers
One gon' shoot sum'n, outta ten of 'em (Maybe)
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke, now they just playin' (Who?)
**** real hoes, know what I'm sayin' (You)
Dat's what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna fuck me soon as I land (Ugh)
Turned her out, she rep my brand (Go)
What should I go get next? (Hmm)
Paint job wet on the new blue 'Vette
Cup full of purple, I fuck with the set
Counting pink 50's on a all black jet
Orange Hellcat when I wanna stand out
Red and black Rolls when I wanna kick back
Five rings on, never gotta hand out
Snuck Percs on a plane in a pack of Tic-Tacs (I skated)
One thing about dude, he gon' give it, he in his bag (Too deep)
Put this shit together like Chinese letters, sauce on the walk up (Ooh-wee)
Know she get around, she think I'm green, talm 'bout she falling too deep
Yo' time has expired, fourteen days, bitch, yo' game too weak (What)
Why they feel like they can play with you 'Bagg?
**** want smoke 'till that fire on they ass
Tell 'em pop out with they put up ass (Please)
Want some get back, I'm more mad than sad
Talk ya ass off (Speak)
Ain't no **** doing what they said when they facing me (Never)
A see me and get little, run off four flats, taking off like they racing me (Gone)
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke, now they just playin' (Who?)
**** real hoes, know what I'm sayin' (You)
Dat's what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna fuck me soon as I land (Ugh)
Turned her out, she rep my brand (Whoa)

Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Demario White & Robert Labraunte Gullatt.

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