[Flame] 🔥 Moneybagg Yo - Rush Hour Lyrics
[Intro]
 Ayy, yeah, yeah
 Give me the circle yellow junt
 The Chinese, Jackie Chan
 She wanna speed up
 Get her the orange and white junts
[Verse]
 Pop a addy, that’s a rush hour (rush hour)
 Chinese girl named Su Young (Su Young)
 I just gave her a nut shower (where at?)
 Turn the Yukon to a futon (ugh)
 In the trenches ‘fore the show start (where?)
 Face card good, no coupon (trenches)
 These niggas feminine, crying and bleeding
 I need to start selling tampons (pussy)
 Shows after shows, money I gross
 Can’t help but ball, I was just broke
 Ain’t watch no cable, I was outdoors
 Chains Lucky Charms, big pot of gold
 She catch an attitude ’cause I ain’t fucking her
 She knew I’m in her city, but I’m ducking her
 I had to bust a move in a scuffle, uh
 I keep a tool, never been a scuffler
 I make these rap dudes get they hustle up (hustle up)
 This a one of one, this a thumbs up
 I left some dope money in a Sun Trust
 Kush musty, arms up (whoa)
 I got on water, I’m a lil’ wavy
 Drippin’ like gravy, you so fugazi
 Smoking Gelato, hitting like AB
 Somebody taze me, feeling lil’ lazy
 She keep a nigga on standby (waiting)
 But she treat me like priority (urgent)
 She just pulled up with a gang full of hoes (skrrt)
 It’s looking like a sorority (squad)
 Whenever I don’t get the jet
 I’m Delta, sky priority (nobody past him)
 I throw me a set, got the mansion
 Looking just like a orgy (niggas and bitches)
 We taking phones, just in case
 These hoes try to record me (hol’ up, you tweaking)
 How you gon’ start something?
 When you see me, you gon’ try to avoid me
 (You must was geeking)
 I just might take a Perc’ and then go turbo
 Turn into Boston George by my peso
 I’m really in the field like a scarecrow
 Put up the old 100’s, them the retros
 Working these pounds, I got me some abs
 I feel like I’m Dexter, stay in the lab (lab)
 She cut you off, so she up for grabs
 I gave her a tab and fucked to my raps
 Hitters on go, wanna make you a ghost
 Might get mad at me if I tell ’em no
 Shop at Melrose, I’m on the West Coast
 Bitch say I look better when she got up close
 All type of shit come with this life
 You don’t know the half (you know don’t the half)
 I’ma keep fucking this money machine
 Let’s do the math (I’ma stay focused, though)
 Why would I keep it 100 with niggas?
 I only get half (I only get 50)
 I’m so equipped, Cartiers on
 Cleared my path (I can see a lil’ better)
 I get legit cash at a fast route
 (But I just made a serve using Cash App)
 I just might sip syrup, then lash out
 (You know the whip mine ’cause the tags out) (hey!)
 Rocking side to side on a Xan now
 (Damn, let’s see how it pan out)
 Jones have money in a stash house
 (Whoa, they can’t see the man now) (nope!) (hey!)
