Moneybagg Yo – SRT (feat. BIG30 & Pooh Shiesty) Lyrics

SRT

Moneybagg Yo (feat. BIG30 & Pooh Shiesty)

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"SRT." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. BIG30 & Pooh Shiesty)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 02:58 am

Album: Code Red

Track No: 13

Uh, yeah, yeah, go
Might get talked about, but I don't get touched (Nope)
Gotta keep it in they face, they don't take much (Ho)
I'm the boss, I'll never take a pay cut (Never)
Roll over, give her dick when I wake up (Uhh)
Cristal, 1K for the shape up (Chopped)
These **** tryna count my pockets
Back to back with it, I keep on coppin'
2020 buy the red seats, Lil Yachty (Inside)
I put her on freeze, she wait for my call
I'm takin' her down when this pill dissolve (Yep)
Statue of Liberty, standin' there tall (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm chasin' her down, she run up the wall
I'm smokin' boutique, the flavors unique
Four-hundred a juice, a hundred a quarter (Seven)
Shoppin' online, next day get the order
Chanel, her stroller, my one year-old daughter
A space ship, thought they seent it (Work)
Whole time, this a 'Ghini
Whole time, I was fuckin' tellin' her I love her
But really didn't mean it (Damn)
Showed them folks my setup, like
Black in line, Frankenstein
Sticky on me, porcupine
Out of sight, out of mind (Gone)
I cannot apologize (Nope)
Whack 'em and upload, happy vibes (Brrt)
Ayy, lil' bitch ain't wanna fuck until she knew that I was me (Until she knew that I was me)
Church on Saturday, 'bout this clarity, you gon' die 'bout these VV's (Brrt)
Pussy, play, you gon' get fucked, we sucker free, so ain't shit sweet (Shit sweet)
Don't put no K behind that C, one to the face, you diss CG (Bet not, brrt, brrt)
Had to whack his ass regardless, give a fuck about no payment
Think we played off Stomp The Yard, we steady steppin' on the daily (Bitch, we steppin' on the daily)
Twenty-thousand in these pockets, these Amiris, ho done ate it (Facts)
And I just left Toronto, smokin' dope, kickin' shit with T Davis (Facts)
Did a favor and let you live after you went and wrote a statement (Shit crazy)
I was lazy, just cut you off, blocked you on all my pages (Shit crazy)
Cost my young **** his freedom, got him scufflin' in them cages (Free Hank)
Say your mama made you snitch, but you the one who signed them papers (Brrt)
Man, fuck that shit, they mad we made it, no hand out, we got up off our last
We had to go and take it, seen too much, mask up, we apein'
Oakland bitch suckin' my dick, she said she cheerlead for the Raiders
Burnt the head off, then I skated, had to snatch off in the shaker
We run through weed by the acres, take care of the block, pay the neighbors
Big ass box under this chopper, we ain't come to hook up cable
Me and Thirty ran through ninety-thousand way before a label
He can ask me for a body, no hesitatin', I'ma pay him (Brrt)
I got faith in my high speed chase behind this SRT
Thick lil' bitch in my back seat, she tryna set some up for me
Four-deep, slimed out in this Lamb truck with three choppers apiece
Three-seventy-five, shots was fired, you know we slime for BGE, brrt

Writer(s): Demario White, Rodney White, Lontrell Williams Jr & Dedrevian McDonald.

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