Yung Gravy is a graduate from the University of Wisconsin, and broke out on the internet from his smash hit โMr. Cleanโ, sampling the classic song Mr. Sandman. He has become a nationwide star, selling out concerts all over the United States and racking up hundreds of thousands of followers on social media.
Yung Gravy is friends with other rappers in the scene such as bbno$, Roy Purdy, DBangz, Caleon Fox, Ugly God, and many others, as his interesting and eye catching lyrics synchronize well with his unique beat selection.
Some of Gravyโs nicknames include โYung Steve Nashโ and โYung Steve Harveyโ, and Gravy has made a staple in the โmeme rapโ era, and has become a bonafide star that has some of the most loyal fans in all of rap, dubbed the โGravy Trainโ
His album artwork also has an early 20th century type aesthetic, impersonating a drawing style from that era.
Gas Money
Yung Gravy Lyrics
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I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yes sir, 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)
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)
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, yes sir, 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
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
That's that gas money
Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm
Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy
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, yes sir, 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
In the song "Gas Money" by Yung Gravy, the artist talks about his love for money and his ability to earn a lot of it quickly. He boasts about having both cash and gas money, as he is able to afford the luxury of driving a Tesla while still having enough money to fuel it. Yung Gravy brags about his financial success and dissimilarly notes that people who do not have as much money as he does are just "broke like some glass money." He also raps about dodging attention from women while still being able to make money, further proving his prowess as an individual.
Furthermore, Yung Gravy touches on the topic of racial discrimination by saying "Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test/Y'all racist, stay lovin' incest." He notes that racism is a prevalent issue in the society that he lives in, and people often face discrimination even when they try to avoid it. Yung Gravy also talks about other societal issues such as drug abuse which he compares to incest both being extremely undesirable.
Overall, the song is primarily about Yung Gravy's love for money, and how he is able to make it with ease. He also touches on societal problems and his ability to distance himself from them, all the while making more and more money.
Line by Line Meaning
Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I'm making a lot of money quickly and storing it for safekeeping.
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
Even though I have a fancy car, I still have enough money for the essentials.
I ain't a bitch, yes sir, I keep cash on me
I'm not weak or helpless, and I carry cash with me for emergencies or purchases.
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
If you disrespect me or act foolishly, I will respond with physical violence.
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I'm making a lot of money quickly and avoiding paying taxes on it.
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
I'm wealthy, while you are poor and fragile.
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
I have accumulated a lot of wealth, following in the footsteps of the legendary singer Johnny Cash.
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (ayy, woo, ayy)
I'm making enough money to afford gas for my car and more, and I'm celebrating this success.
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns
I compare myself to the fast food chain Jack-in-the-Box because I frequently have sex.
And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone
I had sex with your ex, and it was not explicit or mature content.
Ooh, damn girl, that's nasty
I express my amusement or approval of a woman's sexual behavior.
I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me
I dodged a woman's unwanted attention or advances using a dance maneuver.
Tryna live but I'm dodgin' these thots
I'm attempting to live and be successful, but I'm avoiding women who only want me for sex.
To the right and the left, like I'm playin' Hopscotch
I'm moving around quickly and evasively like a child playing a game of Hopscotch.
And I'm countin' my bread up, nonstop
I'm constantly earning and tallying up my earnings, never stopping.
Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop
I'm so successful that I don't need to worry about timing or stopping my progress, particularly when it comes to earning gas money.
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
I don't care about probation officers or drug tests, implying a disregard for authority or rules.
Y'all racist, stay lovin' incest (fuckin' pussies)
I accuse others of being racist and perverse for their behavior, particularly their attraction to incestuous relationships.
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
I make a violent threat, suggesting that someone will be harmed with a cleaning product.
'Cause y'all nasty, boofin' them cigarettes (woo, ayy)
I criticize others for their unhealthy habits, referring to the practice of 'boofing' or inserting cigarettes into the rectum for a quicker high.
And it's Gravy, eternally talkin' my shit
I'm always boasting, self-promoting, or speaking my mind.
Your girl eternally jockin' my dick
Women are always attracted to me, seeking my attention or companionship.
And I could die today (ayy, ayy)
I acknowledge that I could die soon, but it doesn't affect my confidence or success.
But my gang'll stay eternally paid (ooh, yeah)
My associates and I will always be wealthy and successful.
I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (yeah, yeah)
I make a football reference, suggesting that I scored a touchdown or won a bet.
Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (friendzone)
I had sex with someone's girlfriend, and the partner is now unhappy and in the friendzone or out of the relationship.
Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home
I had sex with a woman, and afterwards, she let me borrow or use her expensive car.
Hit Atlanta and I'm sellin' out the Benz dome (ayy, ayy)
I have a successful concert or event in Atlanta, and fans fill up the Benz stadium.
That's a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack
I purchase luxury items like a Jaguar and Gucci backpack with my earnings.
I'ma flip it fast in the cash like it's Blackjack
I'm skilled at making smart financial investments and earning money quickly, like a game of Blackjack.
I'm the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
I compare myself to the famous entertainer Sammy Davis Jr. and his group the Rat Pack, suggesting I am an equally successful and talented performer.
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I'm a Snapchat
I have sex with a lot of women and do not commit to relationships, leaving them like they were never involved with me.
Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm
I'm so successful that I feel I deserve a monetary award or recognition for my achievements.
Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy
I am a superior figure and earn money easily, like I'm making fluffy pancakes for my child.
Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Matthew Alan Crabtree, Matthew Engels, Matthew Hauri, Zach Zurn
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@bbnomoney
gas money is liquid currency i am no longer a solid chemistry 10
@royaldeer87
Bbnocurrency
@blessedfetus
u fr just built different no cap
@AtomicAidanGaming
bbnoโฌ
@optic_ozzygaming8993
This makes absolutely no sense but I agree 100%
@redneckjeffrey9005
๐ค True
@royaldeer87
Gravy just fixed climate change and the universe by the ice on his wrist
@retronica
Isss thisss worthyyyy???? https://youtu.be/2X7DHmmyyZg
@BlueShroom-is5hc
the song cancels it out
@chrisrichards430
but he dont know the structure of ozone. in fact i wish he was those two kids in the twight light zone movie.