Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FEBRUARY, artist - Moneybagg Yo. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FEBRUARY |
| Yeah, oh yeah |
| Straight up |
| Bagg check me out |
| Look, let’s go |
| Federal |
| Got a bitch in V-Live, she got super powers (super powers, yeah) |
| Turn the dope spot into an afterhours |
| Got them culinary skills, bitch I been a chef (chef) |
| Above the rim on these niggas, they gon' need a ref (ref) |
| Yeah, realest nigga in it since Makaveli (Makaveli) |
| Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my belly (yeah) |
| We gon' get it by any means necessary (necessary) |
| Got my top down, fur coat, February (let's go) |
| Fuck it, 'bout to get Bread Gang across my belly (BGE) |
| Hey, pinky rings like Nelly, Country Grammar yelling (accent) |
| Hey, ice storm on me hailing, I used to be selling (dope) |
| Pull up red Wraith, hurt they heart, February (crystal) |
| High school dropout but I’m smarter than an Akademiks (big hatin') |
| This for all bullshit blogs tryna play with my image (how) |
| If I looked this shook I probably would duck in these groupie ass bitches |
| (stampede) |
| Hop on the jet with the Glock, G5, can’t afford to stop (gone) |
| Private jet to 305, I’ma need a yacht (hey) |
| Got a play in Fourth Ward, I’ma need a pot (yeah) |
| Superman with that 'caine, bitch I’m Bruce Wayne (haha) |
| Super fly, bought the mall, call me airplane |
| My bitch red (red), her hair red (red) |
| Her belt red (red), that’s Hermes |
| These new bills (blue), they been dead (prez) |
| Like a fat kid, I been fed (been ate) |
| Yeah (ugh), eyeball dope like Fetty, I don’t use a scaley (triple beam) |
| My plug show me love, we locked in like cellys (federal) |
| Bitch I’m from the ghetto, I’m a superstar (superstar, hah) |
| Pull up to this bitch in a super car (skrrt) |
| Neck chill with them birds, I got super paid (super paid) |
| Got a crib up in the 'burbs, bitch it’s super laid (how you livin'?) |
| Got a house outside the city sittin' on plenty acres (Bagg's world) |
| Plus I’m smokin' acres, Backwood hit like hookah vapors (woo) |
| I’m gettin' plenty paper, big bag like I pulled a caper (heist) |
| Sippin' flavors, purple yellow, fuck it, I’m a Laker (fuck it) |
| Got a bitch in V-Live, she got super powers (super powers, yeah) |
| Turn the dope spot into an afterhours |
| Got them culinary skills, bitch I been a chef (chef) |
| Above the rim on these niggas, they gon' need a ref (ref) |
| Yeah, realest nigga in it since Makaveli (Makaveli) |
| Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my belly (yeah) |
| We gon' get it by any means necessary (necessary) |
| Got my top down, fur coat, February (let's go) |
| Woo, let’s go |