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Here I Go Again (feat. Yung Ray) Video (MV)






Chris Lanard - Here I Go Again (feat. Yung Ray) Lyrics




Look, I'ma put the bag on me
Haters fuming like they running on E
Want the sauce you can't get it for the free
We gon' slide like we learning how to ski

Stack my money up and here I go again
I was flexing on these niggas, here I go again
Got these haters looking at me like I rob the bank
Call Tatiana if she wanna blow again
Blow her back out while she tap out on the floor again
Throw that money full of cash while she do it then
All this water on my wrist its overflowing damn
Got these friends turning opps they can't diddy me yeah

I was taught to bet on myself
For the haters who be reaching I'ma keep it on the shelf
When I say that I'ma slide don't go looking for some help
When I say they spank shit, they ain't referring to a belt
When the chips down, I'ma play the hand I was dealt
Eleven bands in the stash, shit, I'm tryna get to twelve
I need my chicken off the back end
Nigga bring the racks in
Everything sold for we even brought the pack in
All up in her mouth like a dentist the plaque in
Heart froze, but she still gon' let a nigga back in
Said they got the bag, I'ma have to bring a cap in
Anytime they think they close
Then I'ma have to get a lap in

Stack my money up and here I go again
I was flexing on these niggas, here I go again
Got these haters looking at me like I rob the bank
Call Tatiana if she wanna blow again
Blow her back out while she tap out on the floor again
Throw that money full of cash while she do it then
All this water on my wrist its overflowing damn
Got these friends turning opps they can't diddy me yeah

They catch Zs, I chase M's
Count this cheese, f*ck fake friends
They push P, I rake in a few Gs just to make ends

Never settle for Jacksons when you can get Benjamins
Never settle for Ls when you know you gon' win again
I need two of her, I'ma f*ck a polygamist
We can make it three to one, she gon' probably consider it
Baby, why you acting shy when I know you ain't innocent
See your girl getting loose, she a willing participant
3 to 1, 2 to 2, it's the same equivalent
I told her throw it back, now she working so diligent
They can spin the block when they want to
Playing with my tool shorty probably need a jumpsuit
Order chinese, and we kick it like Kung Fu
Eggplant emoji every time she bring a plus two

Stack my money up and here I go again
I was flexing on these niggas, here I go again
Got these haters looking at me like I rob the bank
Call Tatiana if she wanna blow again
Blow her back out while she tap out on the floor again
Throw that money full of cash while she do it then
All this water on my wrist its overflowing damn
Got these friends turning opps they can't diddy me yeah

They catch Zs, I chase M's
Count this cheese, f*ck fake friends
They push P, I rake in a few Gs just to make ends

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
A few Gs just to make ends
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Look, I'ma put the bag on me
Haters fuming like they running on E
Want the sauce you can't get it for the free
We gon' slide like we learning how to ski

Stack my money up and here I go again
I was flexing on these niggas, here I go again
Got these haters looking at me like I rob the bank
Call Tatiana if she wanna blow again
Blow her back out while she tap out on the floor again
Throw that money full of cash while she do it then
All this water on my wrist its overflowing damn
Got these friends turning opps they can't diddy me yeah

I was taught to bet on myself
For the haters who be reaching I'ma keep it on the shelf
When I say that I'ma slide don't go looking for some help
When I say they spank shit, they ain't referring to a belt
When the chips down, I'ma play the hand I was dealt
Eleven bands in the stash, shit, I'm tryna get to twelve
I need my chicken off the back end
Nigga bring the racks in
Everything sold for we even brought the pack in
All up in her mouth like a dentist the plaque in
Heart froze, but she still gon' let a nigga back in
Said they got the bag, I'ma have to bring a cap in
Anytime they think they close
Then I'ma have to get a lap in

Stack my money up and here I go again
I was flexing on these niggas, here I go again
Got these haters looking at me like I rob the bank
Call Tatiana if she wanna blow again
Blow her back out while she tap out on the floor again
Throw that money full of cash while she do it then
All this water on my wrist its overflowing damn
Got these friends turning opps they can't diddy me yeah

They catch Zs, I chase M's
Count this cheese, f*ck fake friends
They push P, I rake in a few Gs just to make ends

Never settle for Jacksons when you can get Benjamins
Never settle for Ls when you know you gon' win again
I need two of her, I'ma f*ck a polygamist
We can make it three to one, she gon' probably consider it
Baby, why you acting shy when I know you ain't innocent
See your girl getting loose, she a willing participant
3 to 1, 2 to 2, it's the same equivalent
I told her throw it back, now she working so diligent
They can spin the block when they want to
Playing with my tool shorty probably need a jumpsuit
Order chinese, and we kick it like Kung Fu
Eggplant emoji every time she bring a plus two

Stack my money up and here I go again
I was flexing on these niggas, here I go again
Got these haters looking at me like I rob the bank
Call Tatiana if she wanna blow again
Blow her back out while she tap out on the floor again
Throw that money full of cash while she do it then
All this water on my wrist its overflowing damn
Got these friends turning opps they can't diddy me yeah

They catch Zs, I chase M's
Count this cheese, f*ck fake friends
They push P, I rake in a few Gs just to make ends

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
A few Gs just to make ends
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Writer: WILLIE MITCHELL, EARL RANDLE, JAMES SHAW
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