Clear Da Air Lyrics – Moneybagg Yo

Clear Da Air Lyrics

Federal federal federal federal (fed)
Man put that shit in a envelop and put ah address on it
We don’t do diss songs, we clear the air
Go

Niggas be lying like raw
48 hunnid my cost
Put my lil bitch in a loft
Keep ya eyes on the bread I told her (stay focused)
I threw some dollars in the Audemar
Could have went and bought a car
Open that trunk for bag full of za
We gone smoke to the mar
I might kick these pains for the drought
And then bring them back out like I’m taxing
I do the white ones leave four times a week
I still dress like I’m trapping
Ion care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got yo name in it
Ain’t with that fake shit
By the time they started showing love I was straight then
I’m double G, I put my bitches in double C’s
We turned a section-8 house to a Double Tree
Real niggas and hittas they run with me
BGE I’m protecting the company
I done took the label to a whole other level
Now they respecting my mind more

On a money spree
She been thinking bout breaking up with me
Why? Ion make time for her
I’m going in for the back
She like when my hands on her neck
Give her that demon affect
Blow her head up with a lie
Tell her, her pussy the best
Don’t disrespect me with no trish
It’s either walk or that tech
Charging a hunnid a set
Can you get higher than that
Smoking that Cali but chick on the way to the jet
Send a blitz out of stolo (go) you the law you the popo
Fucking yo bitch I got mojo
Keep it on me I ain’t dolo
Racks on me loaded potatoes
Can’t name a place where I can’t go
I bet not trip I replace hoes
I’m in that don’t give a fuck mode
Niggas be lying like they raw

Niggas be lying like raw
48 hunnid my cost
Put my lil bitch in a loft
Keep ya eyes on the bread I told her (stay focused)
I threw some dollars in the Audemar
Could have went and bought a car
Open that trunk for bag full of za
We gone smoke to the mar
I might kick these pains for the drought
And then bring them back out like I’m taxing
I do the white ones leave four times a week
I still dress like I’m trapping
Ion care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got yo name in it
Ain’t with that fake shit
By the time they started showing love I was straight then (ion even want nun)

Man this shit crazy, I put the drip on daily
Like it’s a special occasion
Knowing I’m blazing damn
My eyes on Asian like me and Johnnie related
Niggas wait til they get money then get gangsta
This the type of shit that flushed me
Fuck you niggas and yo support you just act like it
You don’t love me
I’m better than I was before I started
When you get real money you don’t bargain
Chrome Heart camel hat niggas flawging
I told her come and eat me like you starving
Even in high school I was robbin
Trapping breaking bitches robin
Ain’t know it was gone be this but I knew
I was gone gimme some money really regardless

Niggas be lying like raw
48 hunnid my cost
Put my lil bitch in a loft
Keep ya eyes on the bread I told her (stay focused)
I threw some dollars in the Audemar
Could have went and bought a car
Open that trunk for bag full of za
We gone smoke to the mar
I might kick these pains for the drought
And then bring them back out like I’m taxing
I do the white ones leave four times a week
I still dress like I’m trapping
Ion care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got yo name in it
Ain’t with that fake shit
By the time they started showing love I was straight then (ion even want nun)

Turn Me Up YC
Turn Me Up YC
Turn Me Up YC

Red damn I’m so fucking bumping bruh