Yung Gravy – Gas Money (Audio, Lyrics)

Yung Gravy is out now with “Gas Money”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by MTK, Englewood, Zach Zurn & Yung Gravy.

Yung Gravy Gas Money

If you haven’t heard of Yung Gravy, well, you are missing out. Upon listening to his music, you can clearly see what is going on here. He’s an artist who is trying to bring back musical aesthetics of the 60s and 70s, while also offering some hilarious lyrics that will have you rewinding the track to see if he actually said what you think he did. His last album Sensational was a big hit amongst his fans, and now he is gering up to drop his latest effort, GASANOVA.

The second single from that project is called “Gas Money” and it was released just a couple of days ago. Throughout this song, Gravy delivers his signature humor, while also getting into his braggadocios bag. This song is exactly what you would expect from Gravy and overall, it works to perfection.

Yung Gravy – Gas Money (prod. MTK, Englewood, Zach Zurn & Yung Gravy)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ssaCTUc_MQ

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Countin’ up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money (Ayy, woo, ayy)

[Verse 1]
I think I’m Jack-in-the-Box ’cause I stay up in them buns
And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone
Ooh, damn girl, that’s nasty
I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me
Tryna live but I’m dodgin’ these thots
To the right and the left, like I’m playin’ Hopscotch
And I’m countin’ my bread up, nonstop
Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don’t ever stop
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Y’all racist, stay lovin’ incest (Fuckin’ pussies)
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
‘Cause y’all nasty, boofin’ them cigarettes (Woo, ayy)
And it’s Gravy, eternally talkin’ my shit
Your girl eternally jockin’ my dick
And I could die today (Ayy, ayy)
But my gang’ll stay eternally paid (Ooh, yeah)

[Chorus]
They’ll be countin’ up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money

[Verse 2]
I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (Yeah, yeah)
Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (Friendzone)
Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home
Hit Atlanta and I’m sellin’ out the Benz dome (Ayy, ayy)
That’s a quickie bag, cop a Jag’, Gucci backpack
I’ma flip it fast in the cash like it’s Blackjack
I’m the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I’m a Snapchat

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s that gas money
Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm
Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy

[Chorus]
Countin’ up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money