Trending - Moneybagg Yo

Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up

Haha

Federal, ugh ugh

I’m trending

My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi

These racks can’t fit in my jeans 'cause I’m rockin' skinnies

I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending

She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty

I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy

I’ma count money 'til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning

I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy

Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

Ah shit, ah shit

Yeah, I’m on some boss shit

I’m fuckin' the game good and I just came in it

I’m on some raw shit

I’m fuckin' your bitch and she grabbin' and clutchin' on me

Like she a crawfish

These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at 'em

Spray at 'em, I’m on some Off!

shit

You used to be cool, you used to be aight

Now you my enemy

Got an all black Draco with a hundred some shots for 'em

I can shoot for infinity

I won’t go back and for dissing you on no internet

That shit take too much energy

Everybody know that I trained you

Daniel San, you like my mini-me

I’m still hood with it

I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin' in a two seat

With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche

I’m grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie

I really did run up some change, them facts

Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act

Why you tryn' come for me, damn relax

The burner click clack, your brains go splat

I’m trending

My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi

These racks can’t fit in my jeans 'cause I’m rockin' skinnies

I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending

She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty

I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy

I’ma count money 'til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning

I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy

Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

That lil money you gettin' ain’t shit to me

I just counted four hundred large nigga

I’m with some hitters that don’t give a fuck

They gon' leave your ass scarred nigga

Why MoneyBagg run the rap game?

I don’t know, should ask God nigga

I got your bitch, she open for me

I just had a menage with her

Two bitches one me, that’s three federal

Two stacks on the Cartier’s, I can see better

I’m draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y’all

Yeah I’m talkin' 'bout whoever

I bought some choppers with clips that curve on 'em

Just like that C letter

Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out

Big as Coachella

Ah shit, ah shit

I got them bands on me, they marching

I hit the kushy then pop me a perky

Now I’m kickin' shit with the martians

Pluto, Mars, no Bruno

I’m number one like my name was Uno

She gave me head, no Nu Gro

Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey

I’m trending

My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi

These racks can’t fit in my jeans 'cause I’m rockin' skinnies

I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending

She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty

I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy

I’ma count money 'til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning

I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy

Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

I’m still hood with it

I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin' in a two seat

With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche

I’m grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie

I really did run up some change, them facts

Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act

Why you tryn' come for me, damn relax

The burner click clack, your brains go splat