Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trending, artist - Moneybagg Yo. Date of issue: 10.08.2017
Song language: English
Trending |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |