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See Wat I'm Sayin (Explicit) - Moneybagg Yo
Lyrics by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Demario White/Robert Labraunte Gullatt
Composed by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Demario White/Robert Labraunte Gullatt
Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

See what I'm sayin'
Sayin'
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke
Ooh
Now they just playin'
N***a real h*es you know what I'm sayin'
That what I'm sayin'
Tryna f**k me soon as I land
Uh
Turn her out she rep' my bread
Go
Four b***hes can fit in the Phantom
I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta
Since I got money they callin' me handsome
I fell in love with this girl she a dancer
Uh who
I think her name was Brianna
Ow
I get mad at the h*e blocked her number
Head was trash so I had to dump her
Dump her
Left her a*sed out like Maddona
Get it in by the load break it down sell it whole
Either way I'm doin' numbers
Real s**t
Twenty Ms to the good I need some more
Tryna bust the clock for a hunna
Ms
Smashin' this nasty lil' b***h
I hit from the back pullin' her frontal
Every day I can give it I'm really too humble
F**k it I'm shirt and top off for the summer
Gave it
Visual
Hoppin' off the jet with them bands
Typical
Load up the Drac' leave a man critical
Glock with a switch in your hand finish 'em
I know a b***h got more money than her baby dad n***a just sad pitiful
I know a clique that got more rappers than steppers
One gon' shoot some
Maybe
Out of ten of 'em
What should I go get next
Hm
Paint job wet on a new blue 'Vette
Cup full of purple I f**k with the set
Count pink fifties on the all-black jet
Orange Hellcat when I wanna stand out
Yup
Red-black Rolls when I wanna kick back
Five rings on never got a handout
Snuck Percs on the plane in a pack of Tic-Tacs
I skated
One thing about dude he gon' give it and his bag too deep
Put this s**t together like Chinese letters
Sauce on the Wock' up ooh-wee
Know she get around she think I'm green
Talkin' 'bout she fallin' too deep
Your time has expired fourteen days
B***h
What
Your gang too weak
Why they feel like they can play with you Bagg
N***as want smoke 'til the fire on they a*s
Ah
Tell 'em pop out with they foot up they a*s
Once I get back I'm more mad than sad
Talk your a*s off
Speak
Ain't no n***a done when they say when they facin' me
Never
Or see me and get little run a four flat
Takin' off like they racin' me
Pyoom gone
Woah