By My Lonely Lyrics - Moneybagg Yo

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] 

You can't short me out my money 

I want all of that 

Posted in them trenches 

Where them killers and they robbers at 

When I press that button there ain't no surrender, ain't no fallin back 

Tell that nigga I'm a kill him 

Hang up, Nene callin back 

Like fuck that 

When is up there ain't no down 

Every minute we be ridin round' 

Every bullet I have has 30 rounds 

You know i make a profit, off every pound 

He posed to be stackin' with me, but he trynna finesse me 

I don't see myself goin' down 

50 bands with a whole lotta rounds 

Judgement day, we gon' burn up the town 

Sick of recording 

Am I tired of gettin' money, that's never a 

Every day I be running from nights to the morning 

Get up in the rain and while it's sunny 

I'ma run up a check 

Every day I grind hard, it don't ever stop comin' 

Niggas bitches, they don't like how I'm stunnin' 

Brand new McLaren and is over 300 

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[Chorus x2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again ] 

Run it up 

Take it all 

And bring that shit to my grave 

And I can't seem to get it right 

And damn near half, what I make 

And I came from the block where is stormin' 

And I came from the trenches by my lonely 

And I came from the block where is stormin' 

And I came from the trenches by my lonely 

And I came from the block where is stormin' 

And I came from the trenches by my lonely 

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] 

From the bottom thru the middle made it to the top (top) 

A couple storms slowed me down but I never stop 

I'm always in the studio, they waitin' on me to drop 

You blew your whole deal on change, now that's all you got (you broke) 

Must be a sale goin' on they buyin' loyalty (that's crazy) 

My nigga neva comin' home (no) 

Still payin' lawyer fees (that's crazy) 

You think you hit rock bottom 

Never been disloyals me 

Illegal trips outta town, nobody rode with me 

No doors 

Late nights 

Can't swerve 

Trunk full of Eddie Cane 

Made it safe, thank God 

Didn't splurge it, I'm married to the game 

Self made millionaire 

I hear you talkin' but ion really care 

Got perfect memory, trust me I'll know who's really there 

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] 

Run it up 

Take it all 

And bring that shit to my grave 

And I can't seem to get it right 

And damn near half, what I make 

And I came from the block where is stormin' 

And I came from the trenches by my lonely 

And I came from the block where is stormin' 

And I came from the trenches by my lonely 

And I came from the block where is stormin' 

And I came from the trenches by my lonely