Moneybagg Yo – Wockesha Lyrics

Wockesha

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"Wockesha." - Moneybagg Yo

Monday, 19 October 2026, 02:47 am

Album: A Gangsta’s Pain: Reloaded

Track No: 11

Yeah, I kinda put the cup down for a minute, but um
But honestly it ain't nobody's business what's in my cup
What's in your cup, what's in their cup
It's your cup, drink it
So whatever the hell was in my cup
The only reaction I did was got more popular
More successful, did a lot more things than I've ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up
I'm sitting here lookin' at Kesha like do you love me? Do you love me not?
Damn, you hit the spot
Taste like candy (Candy)
Sweet like fruit (Ooh)
Wet like water, can I love on you?
Withdrawals, I'm feelin' different, every day I need a dose
Every now and then I'm missin', I got my times when I go ghost
But she mine
I'm stampin' her
Priority status so them other bitches mad at her (Too mad, ha)
Thumbin' through a hunnid thou'
I spent that times two on you
Caught myself cuttin' you loose, then I pop back up like peek-a-boo
Here I go, flyer than most, Louis V coat
Gas station coffee cup full, I don't drive boats (Nope)
Money can't buy happiness, but she found love inside a G
Head and somethin' to eat, that's all a thug **** need
No lie, you get me higher than the prices of my weed
I'm displayin' my feelings like I'm wearing them on my sleeves
One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back
Go your way, I go my way, but some how we be still attached
Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that
They be like I'm dumb for fuckin' with you, I spent stupid racks
I'm sittin' here knowin' I don't need you, pourin' O's in the lid
Sippin' chasers with my reefa, can't get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup, I swear
Ring around the rosie, cup full of OZ's
I hope I don't OD, she keep sayin', "Pour me"
Turn me to that purple demon emoji (Devil)
Fuck me like you miss me, it's been a whole week
This ain't no playground love, we grown (Too grown)
I'm too fucked up, I pay four hunnid for a zone (That's strong)
My bitch don't like you, you been fuckin' up my home (In my house)
Relapsin' every time I try to leave you 'lone (I relapse)
Every **** in the streets lookin' for her, but she rare
Dark skin, purple hair, stingy with her, hard to share (I care)
Never needed nobody, but it feel good to
Have somebody, that somebody
Drop you and pick you up whenever I feel like it
This shit toxic
Let me know if you feel me
Hmm (Hmm)
I gotta stop it, I must stop it
One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back
Go your way, I go my way, but some how we be still attached
Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that
They be like I'm dumb for fuckin' with you, I spent stupid racks
I'm sittin' here knowin' I don't need you, pourin' O's in the lid
Sippin' chasers with my reefa, can't get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup, I swear

Writer(s): Demario White, Christopher Pearson, Jorres Nelson, Javar Rockamore, Etterlene Jordan & Mark Debarge.

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