Metro Boomin, Gunna – All The Money Audio
Lyrics All The Money – Metro Boomin, Gunna This time around, we want all the money This time around, we want all the money This time around, we want all the money This time...
CEO Trayle ft. Gunna & Nechie – Bit W The Fangs
Lyrics Bit W The Fangs – CEO Trayle feat. Gunna & Nechie
Yeah, this b**ch gon’ get bit with the fangs
She say I got too many chains
Once you cross me, no need to explain
Hope you keep all that energy same
Uh, Wunna with me, no need to explain
Thirty clip hangin’ low like my thang
Been sippin’ drank so my voice a lil’ strained
Okay cool, b**ch, go get hit by a train
I’m tryna adjust to the fame, ayy, but I can’t
Ayy, just touched down and we need all the drank
Ayy, she suck this crown, I’ma skeet on her face
What you think ’bout these b**ches, GunWunna, yeah
I tried to front him some bags
But he didn’t bring ’em back, so the business went under
I was just whippin’ in some s**t that you tried to rent
But I motherf**kin’ own one
I been gettin’ sick of these n**gas keep walkin’ up
Askin’, Big bro, can I hold somethin’
I just been hittin’ these lil’ bitty b**ches
Then get out of there like I stole somethin’
You know GunWunna, he a one of one,
For last Christmas, I got a rose golden
That’s my lil shawty, let her hit the ‘Scotti
She say, Ooh, boy, you got some strong arms
She diggin’ my pimpin’, pull up, handle business
You could be my friend with the benefits
You said it was cap, but you turn around
Did the same thing, you a motherf**kin’ hypocrite
Bob the Builder, we passed up the Dillingers
Red the Lambo, went right to the dealership
She go H.A.M. with that mouth and them pretty lips
She’s a clown, but I still let her handle that
Yeah, this b**ch gon’ get bit with the fangs
She say I got too many chains
Once you cross me, no need to explain
Hope you keep all that energy same
Uh, Wunna with me, no need to explain
Thirty clip hangin’ low like my thang
Been sippin’ drank so my voice a lil’ strained
Okay cool, b**ch, go get hit by a train
I’m tryna adjust to the fame, ayy, but I can’t
Ayy, just touched down and we need all the drank
Ayy, she suck this crown, I’ma skeet on her face
What you think ’bout these b**ches, GunWunna, yeah
I tried to front him some bags
But he didn’t bring ’em back, so the business went under
I was just whippin’ in some s**t that you tried to rent
But I motherf**kin’ own one
Watch how we pull up and shoot
Sucker n**gas, yeah, we got ’em on mute
Yeah, if you ’bout it, catch a body
Got some n**gas who kill for a hobby
F**k a chain, n**ga, we take names
F**k around, paint your wall with your brain
If it’s beef, we killin’ everything
N**ga, close to your name, think it’s a game, yeah
N**gas, they know what I’m on
Pop s**t, rock s**t, yeah
N**gas, they know what we doin’
Steppin’ on opp s**t, yeah
All of my opps in the ground
You can play with this, doubt that your body get found
Leave that boy right in the mountains
Booka Loc hit that boy, knock his a*s to the ground
Late night, talkin’ my s**t, C4 on one
Baby, we sent your boyfriend on a store run
Tell him to bring back some ice, I don’t owe nothin’
I get to flippin’ through channels and seein’ my face
Why you hatin’, lil’ p**sy Just let me be great
She see YSL postin’ pictures with Trayle
Now she textin’ my phone talkin’ ’bout, Baby, I’m late
Yeah, b**ch, you late to this meeting
F**ked you at a hotel, not on my Tempur-Pedic
Plus I wrapped up the jimmy, you seen me, b**ch, beat it
I knew you was f**kin’ for Zelle transactions
I just listen to Thugger to make up my caption
Ho, you know C4, he be rappin’, yeah
Did he catch a body Does anyone know
Why he say Big Backdoor Is he cappin’
Is that the same one from the store with the baggies
They thought I wouldn’t grow
‘Cause I don’t know who my dad is
Fill up the pillowcase with all the soap
Then go knock off his top, n**ga, there it is
And the Perky my sedative
But me and my son gettin’ a better crib
I bet an arm and a leg
You won’t do s**t to me, p**sy n**ga, I bet a rib
Okay, first, you go pop the seal
Then you gon’ exotic pop it the best for real
I’m happy ’bout what it is
Just because that mean Thugger and Gunna, they know the real
I didn’t take a dirty deal
I will not sell my soul, rather go back to thirty pills
Thirty-four thousand lil’ Instagram followers
But forty thousand views on a Reel
I wonder how mama feel
Naw, f**k that, I wonder how Baby 4 gonna feel
I used to be right in the trenches with Four-Nick and Pluto
We lookin’ for somethin’ to kill
I was with Hot, posted Summerhill
The coppers gon’ cop, but we got a deal
Look me straight in my eye, say you outta here
Got the bricks, but don’t ask how we got ’em here…
Written by B Stribb, SOULM8, Nechie, Gunna & CEO Trayle
Produced by Stribb & Soulm8
CEO Trayle | Gunna | Nechie | 2022
