Trending Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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