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Young Thug – Memo Lyrics

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We got London on the track

Ima pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip Skrrt
I got 20 chains on me, they gon chip just like some dip Sheesh, sheesh

Nigga know they get the memo They get the what?
Stack them racks, they know the memo Stack it up, stack it up
Nigga, stop playin, you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin, she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah

Prince of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out to Cali and beat that ass, woah
If you cut my jewels, Ima pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin on Ferry, no tooth
You just pull up, Im not fuckin, Ima still show what it do
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin on a Bu
Thats a Bugatti
Man, Im so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops What?
Bitches just see us and smile like what it do

Ima pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip Skrrt, ayy
I got 20 chains on me, they gon chip just like some dip

Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin, you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin, she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo

I dont play on Arthur, but Im moonwalkin
I know who gon catch a body, I know who rockin
When I die I want a hundred bands inside my casket
I drink Act, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens

Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL, memo Slatt
I supply em with the bricks and bales, memo
Im gettin money, nigga, cant you tell? Hell yeah
Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail, memo
Im so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on em suckers kickin shit, aint with the shits
I thought you were rich but you so broke, I dont know shit
My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit

Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin, you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin, she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah

Memo
Memo
We got London on the track
Yeah, they know the memo
Memo

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