Ya Bih Song Lyrics In English – Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo Lyrics

I’m legend, my life should be studied
I come from nothing, ran up a thirty
Fucked on a superstar bitch and her buddy
Christian Louboutins, yeah, I be blooded
I’m not a Crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues, won’t fit in the wallet
Christopher Wallace (Wallace), everything B.I.G, we are the hottest
Your bitch outta pocket, I’m fuckin’ her (fuckin’ her)
Your bitch a lil’ beggar, I’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
Your bitch a lil’ baddie, I’m cuffin’ her (I’m lockin’ her)
I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler (money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (she gon’)
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (uh-uh)
Got the umbrella up
We made it to Waldorf (Astoria)
Sixty minutes and I had her drawers off (woo)
How you let a bitch make you fall off? (How?)
Ayy, come get your bitch out my call log (please)
A hundred miss calls, I block her (hello)
Oh yeah, she determined, can’t stop her (damn)
She blew a bag at the doctor
Thick-thick, like she eat cornbread and pasta (yeah)
Yeah, my type of bitch don’t need nan’ nigga (nan’)
She got a boutique and a cold figure (damn)
You know she young, got a old nigga (yup)
And she gon’ keep a few hoes with her (yup)
Bitches be salty so they be subbin’ me (sub)
Niggas be thirsty, bitches won’t fuck with her
She on her shit for real (for real)
Got her ass done but it look real
Your bitch outta pocket, I’m fuckin’ her (fuckin’ her)
Your bitch a lil’ beggar, I’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
Your bitch a lil’ baddie, I’m cuffin’ her (I’m lockin’ her)
I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler (money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (she gon’)
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (uh-uh)
Got the umbrella up (go)
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our bitch (mine too)
We just gon’ keep her at your house (then what?)
You spent a thousand at Ruth’s Chris (tricked off)
I took that bitch to a dope house (my hood)
Do you see the difference? Its plenty (so many)
Hand out emoji, you know I’ma give it
Am I aimin’ out with a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk, we gon’ film on some flicky
I’m deep in my duffle, roll up me some truffles
Wherever I go it’s a smoke out (puff that)
My bitch got a bubble, I beat it like she got in trouble
Get wet as a buss down (wet)
Told her stay out my business, go get you a business
She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp (in China)
He mad as a bitch, let me find out
Had his ho in my hood, come hide out
You the type let a bitch get you for everything
Even not on me, I know how to play it, man
Them niggas corny, she fuck with the bread gang
Shot my shot with a switch, I got dead aim (bow)
Still wishin’ they had me ex beauty bitches
You couldn’t pay me to pay ’em attention (nope)
She follow every rapper with a Richard Mille
Tryna fuck her way up, get a meal ticket (facts)
Your bitch outta pocket, I’m fuckin’ her (fuckin’ her)
Your bitch a lil’ beggar, I’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
Your bitch a lil’ baddie, I’m cuffin’ her (I’m lockin’ her)
I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler (money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (she gon’)
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (uh-uh)
Got the umbrella up (go)