Ys Trakkz - Days N Nites lyrics

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo] I f**ed your b**h, that was last night I had to get up, go catch a flight I had to get up, go get some money I had to count up at least a hundred They tryna book me in California I'm like I'm smoking on California I'm in the bank, smell like marijuana People like damn, what's that loud aroma? Hey, days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, for real [Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo] I been on the go, f** slowing down Taking care of business, f** f**in' ‘round Hard to catch up with me, in and out of town Got your b**h with me, she way out of bounds Smoking orange herb, call this sh** the mound Walk through TSA smelling like a pound They was on me heavy, tryna search me down Plane just departed, I just left the ground Conversation ‘bout some paper Smoking kush straight out of paper Feet kicked up like a player Like I don't see none of you haters Versace, Louis V my gla**es I been on the road smashing I been getting money in lump sums Man my lil girl rocking Tom-Tom's Far away from where I come from Kicking doors and catch bombs Watch take up half my forearm Tabs and percs, I want both of ‘em Her and her, I want both of ‘em Double head, that's nice I was turnt last night Woke up, damn near missed my flight [Hook: Moneybagg Yo] I f**ed your b**h, that was last night I had to get up, go catch a flight I had to get up, go get some money I had to count up at least a hundred They tryna book me in California I'm like I'm smoking on California I'm in the bank, smell like marijuana People like damn, what's that loud aroma? Hey, days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, for real [Verse 2: Quavo] Bundles of hundreds Been on the road for months I took a b**h off the runway I made her cook up and roll blunts Pipe it up, I got the Midas touch Shoot up the club on the Vicodin I used to watch the J's scratch on they arm Like I just sold ‘em some Niacin Hop on the plane, I fly Delta Rolls and shows out in Belgium Membership in Continental f** your b**h right out a rental You know I f** with the narcs All of my cars autopark You n***as scared of the dark None of my gangsters bark (no talkin') I put the work in the shop cart Silencer sound like a dart (pew) My plane is finna depart I fly over water with sharks It need some more water, it's parched Trapping is a way of art Young n***a you got ‘em a smart And keep a toaster, pop tart [Hook: Moneybagg Yo] I f**ed your b**h, that was last night I had to get up, go catch a flight I had to get up, go get some money I had to count up at least a hundred They tryna book me in California I'm like I'm smoking on California I'm in the bank, smell like marijuana People like damn, what's that loud aroma? Hey, days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, hey Days and nights Days and nights Roads and flights, for real