Moneybagg Yo – Speak 4 Em Lyrics

Speak 4 Em

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"Speak 4 Em." - Moneybagg Yo

Monday, 19 October 2026, 02:58 am

Album: Time Served (Deluxe)

Track No: 12

Left a show, then I hopped in the booth (I did)
I was walkin', I jumped in a coupe (Skrrt)
Out the bank, money sticky like glue (It is)
With gorillas, I'm still in the zoo (Crew)
I can't get out the streets 'cause I love 'em (Love 'em)
Why you still in the trap if you buzzin' (I don't know)
You on fire, you hot as a oven (Fire)
Fuck a bitch 'cause they come by the dozen (Uh)
I can't fuck with you dog, you might tell on somethin'
Aye, go look up my name, I ain't tell on nothin'
I can't hang no more, I'm busy (Busy)
Elevated, upgraded my image (Image)
I got open, I'm lickin' her titties (For real)
Give her dick, she come back, a frisbee (Right now)
I'm the topic, they're talkin', I'm trendin' (Trendin')
No advice, like fuck your opinion (Fuck)
You can go and ask G, that my witness (Big homie)
I was just broke as fuck in the trenches (I was)
Now it's G wagon trucks in the trenches (Pull up)
Pockets stuffed, 'bout to bust out the britches
Credit good, I got stripes like a Visa
Bread and sauce like a slice of the pizza
Weigh that dope on the scale like a Libra (Back then)
I was chargin' the shit out them people
I got **** that gone, in jail or deceased
They don't got a voice, so I'ma speak
No matter the pressure, I stand on both feet
I get you touched from afar, I got reach (Anywhere)
Lookin' for me in a city, speak up, let us know
I let Grape 'nem work the Drac' (Who?), OVO (What?) they gon' blow
Saw on the 'gram they handled your man
Internet tough, he should've quit playin'
Would've paid for the funeral, but he a opp
I'll cut off my feet before I flip-flop
My pockets in shape, I got 'em tip top
Lean in my soda, but I'll never go pop
Talk so bad about her, I thought they weren't cool
When I fucked her friend, she put me on block
(Hahaha! All my old hoes say I act new and shit)
(If I was them, I'd be missing me too, hey)
I put on some Dior to go buy some Louis
We not the same at all (Never)
These **** petty, they pussy, they coochie
You not the gang at all (Never)
My young **** solvin' them problems regardless
Steppin' on shit with no shoe on
Must've lost my mind when I went to Shine
Spent 150 for some screw-ons
Can't be on my team still starvin' (Why?)
I provide the plate, but can't eat for 'em
Call a press conference, let me talk to 'em (What they say?)
Translator, I'ma speak for 'em (Speaker)
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, ridin' with a K (Brrt)
Choppa gang, .375, young **** hot as May
Get plastic surgery if you muggin', better fix your face (Right now)
Hittas gonna lay outside your house, post up, tailgate
Hey, I just fuckin' relapsed, all this drank, I gotta pee now (Doin' it)
Got the hookup on these drugs, think I'm Master P now
I just came to collect what they owe me, then I'm out this bitch (Gone)
I just spent a M on VVS's, bought some alphabets (Uh)

Writer(s): Demario White, Christopher Pearson, Dyllan McKinney & Jarven Harris.

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