Lyrics

Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label – 50/50 Lyrics

Updated

November 22, 2024

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50/50 Lyrics by Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label

[Intro]
(ATL Jacob, he a fucking millionaire)
Go

[Chorus]
Ayy, fuck that fifty-fifty shit, I can’t go half with you (Can’t do that)
Turn you straight up, baby, I can’t waste no time with you (Hell nah)
Ayy, Wafi, AP her, I can’t waste no time with you (Right now)
Ayy, fuck that fifty-fifty shit, I can’t go half with you

[Verse 1]
A hundred what I’m bringing, I’m Big Bag, fuck you thinking
I pop tags, cleared out Neiman
Got jetlagged, flight from Phoenix
Let me smash in a Demon
When I blast, catch my semen
In my mask, free Pooh Shiesty
Getting off bags, I been striking
If you can ask her for some pussy, she can ask you for some money
You ain’t got enough, damn right, she gon’ go fuck yo’ homie
Ain’t no wifing her
Nigga, she told you this shit ’bout money
You done piped her up, bought her some titties and tucked her stomach (Ha)
Soon as she healed up on that surgery, I was the first one come beat that up
Bend it over, smack her ass, she touch her toes, I’m in her guts
She ain’t tryna drop the ball (Nah), that’s a fumble if she put (Yup)
Send me a video making it clap (Ugh), jumping up (That thang-thinging)

[Verse 2]
Having racks on racks, when she ask, I won’t tell her no (Here)
Hitting her from the back, breaking sweats in my cardio (Um)
Gumbo thick, I swear, no cap, she suck, I buss, we take a nap
Wake up shake back and check my traps
She like how I live what I rap (Facts)
Me and my niggas get down like the Good Fellas
We ain’t caring who look better (All us)
Type of nigga tell the feds a cold lie, we don’t fuck with them truth tellers (Racks)
She told me she can’t wait to leave the city, I’ma fly the bitch into some good weather (Gone)
Rub her down, make her feel better (What?), eat her pussy make her feel special (Ugh)
Throw it back throw it back (Go), all this shit you was talking show me that (Now)
Fuck good and spending she loving that (Me)
If the bitch do leave, she coming back (Right)
In a whip that’s lowkey (At night)
She ain’t know I drove these (Shh)
Want me to go so deep, so wet
I’ma need floaties
Stroking stroking (Ugh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, fuck that fifty-fifty shit, I can’t go half with you (Can’t do that)
Turn you straight up, baby, I can’t waste no time with you (Hell nah)
Ayy, Wafi, AP her, I can’t waste no time with you (Right now)
Ayy, fuck that fifty-fifty shit, I can’t go half with you