Clear Da Air (Explicit) - Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics by：Demario White/Christian Greene/Jorres Nelson/Christopher Pearson

Composed by：Demario White/Christian Greene/Jorres Nelson/Christopher Pearson

Federal federal federal federal fed who

Out here talkin' to me

Hah

I put this s**t in the envelope put the address on it

We don't do diss songs we clear the air

Go

N***as be lyin' like the raw

Lie

4800 my cough

Put my lil 'b***h in the lock

In the spot

Keep your eyes on the bread I told 'em

Stay focused

I threw some diamonds in the Audemars

Avatar

Coulda went and bought a car

Went and bought a car

Open that truffle bag full of 'za

Right there

We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow

Twenty-four

I might keep these pints for the drought

Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin'

Havin'

I do the white 1s least four times a week

I still dress like I'm trappin'

D**e boy

Don't care how gangster you is or what you did

That paper work got your name in it

Don't know

Ain't with that fake s**t by the time they started showin' love

I was straight then

Don't even want none

I'm double G I put my b***hes in double C

Three

Turn the Section 8 house to a Double Tree

Trap

Real n***as and hitters they run with me

Gang

Real BGE I'm protectin' the company

Bread

I done took the label to a whole 'nother level

Now they respectin' my mind more

On a money spree

She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me

Why

I don't make time for her

I'm goin' in from the back she like when my hands on her neck

Ooh

Give her that demon effect

Uh

Blow her head up with a lie

Now

Tell her her p***y the best

Don't disrespect me when I'm treeshin'

No

It's either Wock' or the Tech

P

Chargin' a hunnid a set

Yeah

Can't even get higher than that

Uh-uh

Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet

Send a blitz out the store low

Go go

You the law you the po-po

Twelve

F**kin' your b***h I got mojo

Ugh

Keep it on me I ain't dolo

Right now

Racks on me loaded potato

Right now

Can't name a place where I can't go

No no

I better not trip I replace h*es

Swap out

I'm in that "Don't give a f**k" mode

Federal federal

N***as be lyin' like the raw

Lie

4800 my cough

Put my lil 'b***h in the lock

In the spot

Keep your eyes on the bread I told 'em

Stay focused

I threw some diamonds in the Audemars

Avatar

Coulda went and bought a car

Went and bought a car

Open that truffle bag full of 'za

Right there

We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow

Twenty-four

I might keep these pints for the drought

Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin'

Havin'

I do the white 1s least four times a week

I still dress like I'm trappin'

D**e boy

Don't care how gangster you is or what you did

That paper work got your name in it

Don't know

Ain't with that fake s**t by the time they started showin' love

I was straight then

Don't even want none

Money s**t crazy

Yeah

I put the drip on daily

Real

Like it's a special occasion

Sorry

Know what I'm blazin' dang my eyes on Asian

Like me and Jhené related

Haha

N***as wait 'til they get money get gangsta

This the type of s**t that flush me

Flush me

F**k your n***as and your support

You just act like it you don't love me

I'm better than I was 'fore I started

When you get real money you don't bargain

Chrome Heart came hat n***as flodgin'

I told her "Come and eat me like you starvin'"

Even in high school I was mobbin'

What that mean

Trappin' breakin' b***hes robbin'

Only that

I know I'm gon' beat this

Nah

But I knew I was gonna get me some money regardless

True

N***as be lyin' like the raw

Lie

4800 my cough

Put my lil 'b***h in the lock

In the spot

Keep your eyes on the bread I told 'em

Stay focused

I threw some diamonds in the Audemars

Avatar

Coulda went and bought a car

Went and bought a car

Open that truffle bag full of 'za

Right there

We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow

Twenty-four

I might keep these pints for the drought

Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin'

Havin'

I do the white 1s least four times a week

I still dress like I'm trappin'

D**e boy

Don't care how gangster you is or what you did

That paper work got your name in it

Don't know

Ain't with that fake s**t by the time they started showin' love

I was straight then

Don't even want none

Turn me up YC

Turn me up YC

RealRed I'm so f**kin' bumpin' bruh