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letra de rich viking - moneybagg yo

[intro]
(wheezy out of here)

[chorus]
shoot, that’s a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate
i got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
shoot, that’s a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
we some rich vikings, still f-ck hoes on minimum wage (go)

[verse 1]
rich n-gga (facts), but, ho, with these racks, i’m petty (extensions)
i still eat cup noodles out the gas station, sittin’ on top of the chevy (chevy)
need a big freak that’ll chew me off the bone, somethin’ like american deli (uh, uh)
lay the seat back, we can f-ck in the car right now, no panties, shе ready
viking, smoking this blunt to thе fire (uh)
viking, wock’, i want every drop (hey)
psychic, been saw myself at the top (uh)
right here whether you like it or not
my shooter a star, he gon’ rock out for my band
passin’ like gas, all my guys got a hot hand
you can’t go back to your hood, n-gga, i can
trap out the mansion, we turn into vik’ land

mixed with ‘za (word), hit the gambling spot, lil’ cuh just seen an opp (oh?)
trailed a cop, get close as you can, ooh, he better not stop
cut him off, got caught lackin’ in traffic, jump out, fah, fah, fah
[chorus]
shoot, that’s a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate
i got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
shoot, that’s a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
we some rich vikings, still f-ck hoes on minimum wage

[verse 2]
shoot, put a white patek on a black b-tch, true facts
real viking, f-ck her, then go eat her kid’s fruit snacks (haha)
shoot a thousand, if i lose it, up the bet and get back
cleanin’ house, sweep the floor, walked out the door with them racks (ayy)
i’m smokin’ out the pound, b-tch
rest in peace my uncle, first n-gga i saw snort off a mountain
used to grind for grandma, whole ‘bow to cop an outfit
i don’t go out for nothin’ ‘less i get paid, i’m in the house lit
money go chanel hat (drip)
this b-tch cost four racks, n-gga, don’t play with me (trim)
big speaker, the one they wanna be and who they hate to see (him)
i’m the type of n-gga, take his b-tch and make him babysit (boy)
when the stars light up inside the foreign, i get sp-ce-ship vibes (go)
three-point-five, f-ck, i feel like i can fly
somethin’ must be wrong with the club lights, they paid me to come and shine
when she asked me, what’s my zodiac? i told her, “dollar sign” (oh)
i don’t trust n0body more than my fire
wish a n-gga would try me
i’ma up it and
[chorus]
shoot, that’s a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate
i got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
shoot, that’s a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
we some rich vikings, still f-ck hoes on minimum wage (go)

[outro]
shoot
shoot
shoot
shoot

- moneybagg yo

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